Review: Jigsaw

Jigsaw by Lilly Atlas
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

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All elements already known by readers of books with this theme.
Heroes with a traumatic past and both are disillusioned but together they complete each other.
Interesting secondary characters.

One look at her shining blue eyes, platinum hair piled high on her head, and the sparkly pink dress that made her look like a feminine present, and he was gone, never to glance at another girl again.

Jig wanted nothing to do with most women. Unless he was fucking them.

He liked ’em blonde, blue-eyed, small, sweet, and docile. Not tall, dark-haired, and mouthy. She’d even shaved the sides of her head, adding to her badass-bitch look.

He’d always had a thing for girly girls. Soft, gentle woman who needed protection. A hardened fighter wouldn’t trip his trigger.

Izzy was the exact opposite of the women he sought out.

“Tiny, blond, blue eyes, delicate, non-assertive, timid…am I right?”

His wife had been prom queen. And he’d been prom king.

With a shrug, Rocket smirked. “Because I figure you’d rather talk about that than why you’re only interested in punishment-fucking women who resemble your dead wife.”

“Shit, woman, you’ve got some power,” he...

Jig half-coughed, half-laughed as he tried to imagine Izzy as one of the Honeys. “Good stock? You running a breeding program now?”

She was not his typical lay.

Never had he hurt a woman, but he rage-fucked, to steal her phrase. It was the truth. Rough, raw, intense, punishing.

No woman would be his. Not ever again. But if he were to have one, he’d sure be proud for it to be Izzy.  Shit.

Been there, done that. The T-shirt wasn’t worth it.

“About six and a half years ago, I had a wife and a little girl.”

“They’re both dead now.”

I was a Ph.D. student in physics. I’d never been in a fight, hardly swore, never held a gun. I was…normal.”

“She was the definition of sweet. Small, a tiny little thing, soft-spoken, non-confrontational, a pacifist.”

“She was just a good, loving, supportive wife. We met when we were fifteen, and I fucking loved her.”

I don’t trust anyone, Jig. You get burned too many times, and you learn to only rely on yourself. At this point in my life, I don’t think I can learn anything different. So I have nothing to give you either.”

She wasn’t really his. No woman would ever be his again,

Children… Shit, did she want those? That was one thing he’d sure as fuck never be up for again.

Never before had he felt so connected to another woman on such a raw, primal level. Not even his wife.

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