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Title: The Aftermath
Author: R.J. Prescott
Series: The Hurricane, #2
On Sale: August 2, 2016
Publisher: Forever
Formats: Trade Paperback & eBook
Price: $14.99 USD (TP) / $3.99 USD (eBook)


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Cormac "The Hurricane" O'Connell's star is on the rise. Billed as the most promising young boxer of his generation, his new career is taking him to places he never dreamed. But O'Connell only needs one thing in life: his wife.

In her final year of college, Em cannot follow him around the world but together they make it work. Just when everything they ever wanted is on the horizon, the past resurfaces to haunt them, and O'Connell realizes that justice might not be a part of his happy ever after. He couldn't protect Em once before, but in the aftermath of the hurricane, he will make sure that never happens again.


It never occurred to me that mail was something to fear. Not until the day I came home and found Em sat on the floor, her arms wrapped around her knees, and a ripped open white envelope on the bed behind her.
            “Sunshine, what’s wrong?” I asked. She swallowed hard and sniffed a few times like she was trying to hold back tears long enough to talk to me. I reached for the envelope, thinking it would give me some clue as to why she was so clearly freaked out.
            “Don’t,” Em croaked. “Please,” she added pleadingly. I knew then, as a tear rolled down her cheek, that whatever was inside had to be bad. Contained within a folded sheet of plain white paper were about a dozen or so photos. They were different sizes and all taken at different times, but Em was in every one of them. The earliest photo was of a smiling happy nine year old. Just a normal kid out riding her bike. When the next one showed the same kid, fast asleep in her bed, I felt sick to my fucking stomach. The older that Em was in the pictures, the more invasive they became and none of them looked like they were taken with her knowledge. The last photo was really grainy, like it had been through a window maybe, or within a really bad camera, but it showed in intimate detail, her frail, bruised body taking a shower.
            “Mother fucker,” I yelled, wanting to fucking hit something. Anything. I grabbed the envelope looking for some clue who’d sent it, like I didn’t fucking know. Frank was still in prison, pending trial, so someone on the outside must have sent this for him. The postmark on the envelope read London, which didn’t tell me much. The knuckles on Em’s hand were white where she gripping hold of her legs so hard.
            “Shit love. You okay?” I said, hating that she looked so fucking scared. She nodded unconvincingly, but didn’t answer. I gathered up the pictures and stuffed them back into the envelope, not wanting her to see them anymore, but I knew we’d need to give them to police as evidence. The idea of her being on display like that to the police and the prosecution lawyers was as bad as knowing what she’d been through. Sitting down next to her, I wrapped my arm around her tiny body and pulled her into my chest. She was stiff as a board and shaking slightly. Rubbing up and down her arms, trying to get her warm I waited for her to talk to me. That was the way of it sometimes with Sunshine. She needed to think shit over before she could get it off her chest.
            “I didn’t know about any of them. He’s been taking pictures of me for years. How could I not know? How could I let that happen?” she asked me.
            “You didn’t let anything happen. He’s a violent, abusive rapist who’s sick in the fucking head. He did what he did because he’s a fucking whack job. Nothing you said or did gave him permission to do this.” I could see by her face that the pictures shamed her. Fuck that. There wasn’t a single fucking thing for her to be ashamed of.
            “It was bad enough dealing with what happened, but he could have hundreds of these pictures and God only knows what he does with them. As if that’s not bad enough he knows where we live. Even in prison he can get to me. I’ll never be free of him will I?”
            “Sunshine, even if it means killing him, I swear he will never touch you again. This is just a sign of desperation. In a few more months he’ll be too concerned about how to pick up the soap in the shower without getting arse raped to worry about getting you back. He’s going away for a very long time and there’s fuck all he can do about it. This kind of shit just gives the barristers more ammunition against him.” I did my best to reassure her, but as I was as freaked out as she was. The fact that he could get hold of the pictures and post them from prison had me worried about what else he could do from the inside.
            She wiped her eyes and leant across to give me a quick kiss.
            “You’re right,” she told me. “A few more months and this will all be over.”  It had to be, because I hadn’t been exaggerating. If Frank came after her again, I’d kill to keep her safe.

                                                                                       (My Thoughts)

Oh, I didn't think this sexy, rough, MMA fighter Cormac "the Hurricane" O'Connell could get even more beautiful the second time around, but yes, he did. Con’s protectiveness and love for Em is melt-your-heart romance. This gorgeous man stole my heart in the first book, and Con has stolen it again in round two with The Aftermath. 

Cormac married Em and lives his happily-ever-after with the only woman who has ever owned his heart. His career is on the rise with the fight of his life against Rico “Double Tap” Temple for the title to become the next WBO World Heavyweight Champion. Con is living the dream beyond anything he could ever imagine, but just when what he desires is within his reach, the one person who could steal what he loves most comes back into Con and Em's life. 

Con vows that this time, he will kill…or he will die protecting what is his. 

I have to tell you that Cormac is by far my favorite MMA book boyfriend. This gorgeous man screams sexy, mouthwatering deliciousness for me. Cormac is the strong silent type. When he finds the woman (which is Em) he falls for, he loves her with his whole heart and ever bit of his being forever. Con protects his woman and loves her hard. The man knows how to romance his woman in and out of the bedroom. Yeah, Con does it swoon-worthy good for me.

I hope this is not the end of The Hurricane series, because I also fell in love with the other MMA guys who are Cormac's friends, Kieran, Tommy, and Liam. I would love to see these guys find their happily-ever-afters, especially Tommy. Yep, Tommy boy needs a feisty woman to take his ego down a few notches. The Aftermath is the amazing conclusion to Con and Em's story and their long deserved happily-ever-after. A must, must read.

                                           5 Hearts of Love for Con & Em


The Hurricane, #1
The Aftermath, #2

USA Today bestselling author R.J. Prescott was born in Cardiff, South Wales, and studied law at the University of Bristol, England. Four weeks before graduation she fell in love, and stayed. Ten years later, she convinced her crazy, wonderful firefighter husband to move back to Cardiff where they now live with their two equally crazy sons.


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