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Author: BB Easton
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Day: September 11th
Because BB Easton had so much fun writing her bestselling, award-winning memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, she decided to give each of her four men his own steamy standalone! SPEED is the second book in the 44 Chapters spin-off series—a gritty, taboo love triangle overflowing with dark humor and tangible teen angst. It is based on a true story.
After her possessive, psychopathic, rage-fueled ex, Knight, joins the Marines, sixteen-year-old BB is left trying, and failing, to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. It isn’t until she meets Harley James—an easy-going, tattooed mechanic with a face as angelic as his habits are sinful—that she learns how to live again. How to laugh again. But will she learn to love again?
Over Knight’s dead body.
I needed something to do. I was going out of my mind checking my phone every five seconds waiting for Harley to call. I’d bitten off all my fingernails, applied and reapplied my makeup, worn a path into the carpet next to my bed from pacing, and smoked at least a pack of cigarettes—and I’d only been awake for an hour.
I even called in to work to see if I could pick up some extra shifts. I knew they’d say no, but it was worth a shot. I was so restless. I went from going to school full-time, working part-time, and spending every other minute with Knight to working twenty hours per week and spending the other hundred and forty-eight staring at a TV screen and wondering if I’d ever be able to feel again.
Well, I was feeling again. Feeling like I wanted to jump out of my fucking skin.
The night before had been more fun than I’d ever had. Don’t get me wrong, I’d had plenty of fun in my sixteen years, but it was always the bad kind of fun. The kind of fun that ended with somebody getting hurt. Or getting into a fight. Or brandishing a weapon. Or getting pregnant. Or vandalizing a drug dealer’s car. Or dying. Or getting arrested. Or going to the hospital. Or having a bad trip. Or puking up malt liquor all night. Or running from Latin gangsters. Or having to walk three miles to Juliet’s house at two a.m. with no jacket. That’s how my nights of “fun” usually ended. And I guess my night with Harley could have ended the same way if I’d gotten busted going twenty miles over the speed limit with beer on my breath. But I hadn’t.
Because Harley was an angel.
That was the only explanation. Harley was a golden-haired angel delivered to me from the universe to apologize for the utter shit show my life had become after Knight kicked his way into it. The gods must have been like, “Damn, that really went sideways fast. Our bad. Here’s a tattooed, muscle-bound, baby-faced sex machine to make up for it. Oh, and we’ll even gift wrap him in a vintage Mustang. Our treat.”
But if he really was a gift from the cosmos, then why hadn’t he fucking call—
“Hello?” I almost dropped the glittery Nokia that hadn’t left my hand all morning as I scrambled to answer it. “Hello?!”
“Hey, Lady.” The gravely sound of Harley’s voice and the lazy smile I could almost see on his face had me squeezing my eyes shut and pressing my lips together in an attempt to suppress the girlie squeal that was about to burst out of me.
“You called,” I squeaked in disbelief.
Harley chuckled. “Of course I fucking called. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Huh?” I cleared my throat. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to leave a message. BB is dead right now.”
Harley’s laugh danced through my head and into my heart and tickled my fucking soul. “Is she alive yet?” he asked.
“Let me check…nope. You killed her pretty good.”
“What about now?”
I smiled so big my face hurt. “Um…”
“I was really hoping she’d come see me at work today.”
“What time?” I blurted out.
Shit. Lost my cool again.
“Around four? I get off at five, and this afternoon is looking pretty slow.”
“Okay,” I said. “I mean, I’ll see if I can reanimate BB by then. She might want to eat your brains, though, so just be prepared.”
Oh, good save, I thought, rolling my eyes at myself.
Harley chuckled and said, “Tell BB she can eat any part of my body she wants.”
I blushed crimson at the innuendo in his voice.
“See you at four, little zombie,” he said before hanging up.
Review by K.A. @TBBB
All the badass stars I can give it!!!💜
The magic that is BB Easton is back and better than ever in her third novel, SPEED. In order to accurately express my love and devotion for this book, I have to bring you back to where it all started for me with 44 Chapters About 4 Men. I’m not really sure what I was expecting when I picked up 44 Chapters for the first time, but it certainly wasn’t the tornado of emotions that left me spinning for days after I’d finished. BB’s style is hysterical, full of heart, and most of all RELATABLE! I saw myself in BB throughout 44 Chapters and especially in SKIN and SPEED, in a way that is so much more than I’d experienced with any other book.
BB has an amazing ability to weave a story in such a way that these bruised, battered, and incredibly flawed characters bring you to your knees and having you begging for more. Your heart aches and your mind spins long after you’ve put down the book and your tears have dried.
I’ll be honest, my feelings were a mix of excitement and trepidation while waiting on SPEED, I wasn’t convinced that it would live up to my one and only, SKIN, that book has my tiny shriveled heart and my black as tar soul. But I should’ve known better, I should’ve known BB would take my expectations and laugh as she cruised on by.
This book, THIS BOOK! ARG! so much angst and unknown, and OMG DID I JUST READ THAT?! I fell in love with a new boy, a smexy tatted up bad boy mechanic with the hottest car around, but it was short lived because my heart truly only beats for my twisted little psycho. That’s right, KNIGHT roars back into this book in his monster truck and lord have mercy, he’s better than EVER!
All lust aside, (trust me there are plenty of is-it-hot-in-here-or-is-it-just-me moments to be had) this story is heartbreaking and raw in a way that you don’t see often. The honesty in the way BB describes the situation these characters find themselves in is incredible. This book was nothing that I expected and everything I never knew I wanted out of the characters I’ve come to love.
If you haven’t picked up 44 Chapters or SKIN yet, where have you been? Hop to it people, you do not want to miss out on this rollercoaster of a ride!
About the Author
BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write stories about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about it.