Release Day Review + Excerpt: Anything but Broken by Joelle Knox

Anything but Broken by Joelle Knox

Anything but Broken by Joelle Knox
Series: Hurricane Creek #1 (full reading order below)
Publication Date: August 25th 2015
Links: Ebook • Goodreads
Source: I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review

The first in a New Adult series about small towns, fast cars, bad boys and the girls who keep falling for them.

After five years, tragedy brings Hannah Casey back to Hurricane Creek to bury what’s left of her family. She’s flunking out of college, haunted by scandal, and the only person who cares is Sean Whitlow, an irresistible bad boy with a soft spot for her. The problem? He’s her dead sister’s ex.

Sean doesn’t bleed red, he bleeds motor oil. During the week, he struggles to turn his auto repair shop into a profitable business. But when Saturday night rolls around, he’s the reigning stock-car king of the local race track. He doesn’t know how to lose-or how to walk away and leave Hannah alone with her grief.

Between her grades and her wealthy family’s dark secrets, Hannah’s barely holding her life together. And the last thing Sean needs is to get tangled up with another Casey girl. As the attraction between them spins out of control, they’ll either find a love with no limits-or go up in flames.

Anything but Broken is the first book in a new contemporary NA series by Joelle Knox, who’s also known as Kit Rocha and Moira Rogers. I liked that the description said it’s a series “about small towns, fast cars, bad boys and the girls who keep falling for them” because it’s very accurate. In Anything but Broken, we meet Hannah Casey, a damaged soul, who goes back to her hometown but is unable to deal with the grief of losing her family and the burden of having nothing but bad memories about them. She turns to her dead sister’s ex-boyfriend to cope and ends up getting more than she could’ve imagined.

I kind of paused at the whole sister’s ex-boyfriend thing, but then decided to withhold judgement until I read more, and I was glad I did. Sean and Hannah’s sister didn’t have the most stable relationship, and it ended quite a few years ago, so I got over my initial pause about them. Sean is now the owner of an auto-repair shop and a successful race track driver. He’s a bad boy with a good heart, and he was a good match for Hannah.

“Help me be a little bad.”

Hannah is lost, drifting, feeling disconnected with the world. The only thing that grounds her is her time with Sean, who she’s always had a crush on. Sadly, I felt pretty disconnected from Hannah, since she’s just so uncertain of her future that she doesn’t know what to do anymore. Her POVs always sort of dragged, so parts of the book felt really slow to me. But I liked the Hannah that was with Sean, since Sean helps her get through her problems by opening up her world. The both of them go through a lot, with secrets and lies being revealed, and the angst was pretty heavy, but for the most part I enjoyed their story.

Life is made of risks. I can’t avoid them. I can only decide which ones are worth taking. Sean’s the biggest one of all, because that’s what falling in love is all about. Trusting completely. Being vulnerable. Risking everything.

I didn’t really feel the love or romance between Sean and Hannah until the very end, which was disappointing. I liked them as individual characters, but the romance between them was lacking and felt nearly secondary to all the problems they have going on. So I wouldn’t necessarily recommend this for the romance, but rather for the unique NA storyline dealing with heavy issues.

Overall, Anything but Broken is only an okay book – it has good writing, but the story was so slow sometimes that I got bored a lot. I am excited for the next book, though, because this book sets up second book’s main couple perfectly.

3 hearts

Quotes are taken from the arc and are subject to change in the final version.

Now here’s an excerpt from Anything but Broken! ❤

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I don’t stay in bed. By the time Sean comes knocking on Evie’s front door, I’ve washed my face, brushed my teeth, and torn through my room, kicking dirty clothes into the closet and wondering how I made such a damn mess when I don’t even have all my things with me.

I’m at the door before I remember I forgot to change, and it’s too late now. So I answer the door in my pajamas—cotton shorts and a tank top that feels transparent right now.

“Hey. Come on in.”

“Good morning.” He actually did something, one of the bright blue boxes from the bakery down the street from the boutique, and he hands it to me as he walks in.

“Thank you.” I carry the box into the living room, where my quilting supplies are spread out on the floor in front of the TV. Evie helped me sort scraps last night, and I went to bed without putting anything away. “Are you thirsty? I can make coffee, or we have some Cokes.”

“The bakery thinks of everything.” He tilts his head toward the box, and I open it to find two covered cups of coffee nestled inside along with the pastries.

“You’re going to spoil me,” I tell him as I sit on the couch. The coffee table is another of those pieces that looks either cosmetically distressed or lovingly salvaged—only now I know which. Evie finds them at flea markets and yard sales, dropping ten dollars on pieces of furniture no one wants, only to turn around and make them beautiful.

Just like Sean and his car—or me with my scrap quilts, I guess. Maybe we’re all obsessed with rescuing broken things.

Sean takes one of the coffees and sprawls out beside me, one arm looped casually around my shoulders. “Got any plans for today?”

Just the hospital later, but I don’t feel like bringing it up. So I reach for one of the pastries instead, breaking off a corner to nibble. “Not really. I need to open up my laptop and actually deal with some of my email, I guess.”

“Sounds fun.” He wrinkles his nose as he leans his head back and closes his eyes. “I left Gibb alone at the garage.”

I should probably feel guilty about that, but it’s hard to when he’s here, next to me, and I get to snuggle into his side as I eat breakfast. “I’m sure he can handle it. He seems really good at his job. Evie says he is, anyway.”

“She’s right.” Sean tilts his head my way and opens one eye. “You look good.”

My cheeks aren’t the only part of me that heat at the compliment. I abandon the pastry and coffee in favor of curling closer to him, because every point of contact means another giddy spark of anticipation.

It’s easier to flirt with him in text messages, but I try to capture a hint of that mischief as

I smile at him. “I stayed in my pajamas just for you.”

“I like it.” The back of his hand brushes my bare thigh.

An accident? I don’t want it to be. Holding my breath, I shift closer, chasing his fingers.

But he hasn’t moved, so I wind up rubbing my leg against his hand.Sean is watching me now. “Does Evie come home for lunch?”

I don’t think I’ve been here long enough to know for sure, and I can’t remember right now, anyway. Because that’s not what he’s really asking. This isn’t safe like the lake, with people nearby to keep us from going too far.

Whatever too far means.

“I think she might be meeting Sawyer for lunch,” I tell him, because I know she talked about it. Was it today? God, I hope so, because I can’t think with Sean watching me.

He slides his free hand into my hair and cups my neck. He doesn’t say anything, but he’s utterly focused on my mouth, and he draws in a sharp breath when I lick my lips.

It’s the reminder I need—that I’m not the only one caught in the grip of needy hunger. I press my hand to his chest, splaying my fingers wide. Not to hold him back, but to brace myself as I lean in.

He lifts me into his lap instead, his steely grip a shocking reminder of his strength. I end up perched on his thighs, my knees riding alongside his hips. Straddling him, and it’s nothing like the lake. We might be wearing more clothing—well, he is—but there’s no darkness or water to hide behind.

He can watch my cheeks flush, and he can watch that warmth spread. My tank top is too thin to hide the tightening tips of my nipples, so I crush my chest to his and kiss him before reality can catch up with me.

But it isn’t reality that crashes into me a heartbeat later. It’s sensation, the tightness spreading into a deeper heat as his tongue slicks over mine, and his fingertips edge beneath the hem of my tank top.

I want to melt. Everything inside me is screaming for it, but I break away and pant against his cheek. “I should tell you. That I still don’t—that I’m not ready—”

“For sex?” His voice is low, hoarse. Filthy.

I never thought anything could weaken my resolve. But I didn’t know I could feel like this—flustered and turned on and achy. Empty, and just thinking that makes me feel debauched. “Can we still do other stuff?”

His chest rumbles beneath mine, and his hands slide higher up my back. “Hell, yeah.”

Reading Order: Hurricane Creek series

Anything but Broken by Joelle Knox Anything but Perfect by Joelle Knox Anything but Tempted by Joelle Knox

#1 ~ Anything but Broken: Ebook • Goodreads
#2 ~ Anything but Perfect: Goodreads (2016)
#3 ~ Anything but Tempted: Goodreads (2016)


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