Review: Renegade Reject

Renegade Reject by Emily Minton
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Reread October 2018
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Realmente não sei o que dizer sobre este livro.
O herói é um sem vergonha que trai nossa heroína com várias mulheres e inclusive com a melhor amiga dela.
Basta ele se embriagar que ele abre o zíper para qualquer vadia que estiver a disposição dele.
Tudo serve de desculpa para ele tratar mal nossa heroína que serve de capacho para ele durante todo o tempo.
Ela é uma tonta que aceita tudo.
A atitude dela me incomodou muito. Ela deveria namorar outros caras e seguir com a vida dela. Mesmo eles ficando juntos no final ela deveria ter curtido mais a vida em vez de ficar sofrendo por ele. Pelo menos ela não ficaria na seca enquanto ele se divertia com outras vadias.
A história é bem escrita e mesmo quando os personagens me irritaram muito eu segui adiante com a leitura e gostei de vários aspectos do livro.
Que merda é essa do cara ser um baita mulherengo e exigir exclusividade da namorada dele?
É difícil de engolir esta atitude dele. Mas nossa heroína é uma boba mesmo.
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Really don't know what to say about this book.
The hero is a dick who betrays our heroine with several women and even with her best friend.
All he has to do is get drunk that he opens the zipper to any bitch that is at his disposal.
All excuse for him to harass our heroine who serves as a doormat for him the whole time.
She's a fool that accepts everything.
Her attitude bothered me a lot. She should date other guys and move on with her life. Even they getting together at the end she should have enjoyed more life instead of suffering for him.
At least she wouldn't be high and dry while he had fun with other bitches.
The story is well-written and even when the characters pissed me off so much I followed through with reading and liked several aspects of the book.
What the fuck is this guy be such a womanizer and require exclusivity from his girlfriend?
It's hard to swallow this attitude. But our heroine is a fool.

She motions toward my dick. “I could always help you out, ya know. I wouldn’t tell Daisy. I wouldn’t tell anyone. It’d be our little secret.”

A second later her lips wrap around my cock, and all thoughts of my girl fade away.  My brothers are right. This bitch sucks dick like a pro.

I kiss her goodbye. It’s been nearly three weeks since that night with Leah, and I still feel guilty every time I touch Daisy.

“She’ll never understand anyway.  You made her feel special and precious to you, and then you betrayed her in the worst way.  Nothing you can say will change that.”

I’m just stepping into the hallway when I see Preach walk out of his room.  He’s zipping up his pants with Leah sauntering behind him. She’s got one of those ‘cat that just ate the cream’ looks plastered on her face.

“You know what?  You’re right.  I don’t know why the hell I ever wasted my time with you.  You’re nothing but a stupid bitch,” he says before letting me go with a sharp jerk.

I just treated her worse than the lowest of club whores.  What the fuck did I do!?

How the hell do you make up for stealing the woman you love’s virginity?  The answer comes to me in a flash.  You don’t.  Slowly, I push off the ground and walk to my bike.

A nasty smile covers his face as his fists unclench and his arms go around her waist.  Hand roaming down her body, he cups her ass.
He has Leah bent over the bar and is pounding into her from behind like there is no tomorrow.  Feeling my blood run cold, I ignore the warning signals going off in my head as I throw caution to the wind and stomp right toward them.

the same moan I heard last night when he was buried inside of me and finally loving me the way that I wanted him to all along.

But you don’t need to go, because from now on, you are dead to me.”

“Nope. I gave up on that idea when I saw him with Leah only a few hours after he left my bed.  After I say what I got to say to him, I’m done.  I’ll let him see his child anytime he wants, but there will be no him and me.  After how he’s treated me, I’m over his ass.”

His head is laid back against the back of the couch, and a red-headed club whore is clinging to him, her hand on his jean covered cock, working his zipper.

I’m done wasting my tears on a man that does nothing but hurt me and destroy himself.  “Don’t touch me,” I whisper,

“You’re lucky that Skittles keeps all these bitches up to date on STD tests and all the boys wear condoms, or you’d be the one going in for testing.  I doubt you even know where your dick has been the last few years,”

Uncle Holt always tells me that you value the things you work for a lot more than the things that are given to you.  He’s right, because I value you above all else.”

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