Damages Incurred by J.R. Gray
Publisher ~ Evernight Publishing
Release Date ~ 7th July 2015
Genre ~ Contemporary M/M Romance, BDSM
Their world is crumbling on the King’s shoulders.Elliot is gone. George has failed, and his demons are threatening to swallow him whole. Jesse’s life is slipping through his fingers. He feels like he’s losing George, whom he has just gotten back. The search for Elliot is taking its toll on the pair of them, and the strain shows the cracks in their trust. Zac is doing everything he can, but he's been plagued with flashbacks of a life he can't remember. Even his iron constitution must break sometime, and the search for Elliot can’t wait. Each minute could be the difference between life and death. Can they get it together to save themselves or Elliot?
This books takes up right from where Book 2 (Breach of Contract) leaves off, so it would pay to read that before you come to this one. Then all the angst you will walk right into from page one will make sense. It was really good to see that some things hadn't changed...Jesse thought on occasion the devil might be more warm and fuzzy than George. So we have Daniel and Rafael together, we have George and Jessie...oh that is too adorable.
I’m not asking for forever. I'm asking for right now. Whores with babies and any other hiccups and unforeseeable situations be damned.
And we have Zac, who is not in a good space. And he let Elliot down - such a bastard, even if it wasn't intentional. As you can see this book had my emotions rolling and that was only after the first three chapters. There is a lot going on with all of these guys, and even some of the women, but damn it would be so nice if they could lead straight forward lives for one minute.
Rafael's got problems again, this time from his past. At least this time he did talk to Daniel, which has to show some positive growth. But when Jessie got attacked, and Elliot took off - this book takes you from one complex situation to the next, not allowing any time for a breather.
Jared was interesting. He'd met Elliot in book three and really felt for him. He was so totally different to Zac, but it was hard to get a grip on him as a character because he was just so tightly buttoned up.
I read M/M books for the romance, the connection between two men. Books one and two in this series were just like that and I really enjoyed them. Book 3 brought other elements into play and if you have read my review of that book you will see I was unhappy that it was barely an HFN let alone an HEA.
This book was different again. The relationships were there - George and Jessie, Rafael and Daniel, Zac and Elliot (sort of) and Jared and Elliot, again sort of. But this book is a lot grittier - there is a lot more going on and the whole thing is more of a who-dunnit combined with drug lords and politics. Despite Elliot being found, there was no resolution in this book - sure some of the relationships were strengthened, but this book is just one part of a really big picture. I got to the end of the book feeling on edge, as though I had gone on this huge adventure and then was told to go home before I had reached my destination.
Don't get me wrong - the book was a decent size and value for money. But I couldn't help getting the impression that the author had gotten so wrapped up in the plot points, that the characters themselves stopped being important. The story line was excellent, but I felt as though I had been cheated by the end of the book. Too many threads were left unresolved, new issues were raised in the epilogue and with all of the characters having so many problems, I was left feeling strangely dissatisfied. Excellent writing though.
Favorite Line: Don't tell me you love me if you don't mean it.
It was dark when he stepped out into the back entrance of the penthouse. His footsteps echoed through the halls as he walked. George should be in bed as he was generally an early riser, but Jesse half expected him to be consoling his pain with a slave. He paused in front of the play room, swallowing hard. What if his actions had been the final straw in George moving on? What if... It was too painful to finish the thought. He set his hand on the handle, telling himself he could face what he found inside. He turned it silently and pushed the heavy door forward. It was dark inside, only the lights of the city illuminating the toys spread over the massive wall. The door was soundproof, but now that it was open, all he heard was the light snore of a slave. He closed the door quickly and then pressed a hand into his aching chest. He stalked forward, seeing the flicker of a fire on the wall as he approached the living room. He stepped around the corner to find George looking pensive staring into the fire, drink in hand. He paused, waiting for an invitation. One never came. George acted as though he didn't see him. Jesse opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. There wasn't an apology that could even cover the pain he'd put George through. He fell to his knees. "Forgive me," he whispered. George didn't respond. Jesse fell forward pressing his forehead into the cool hardwood floor. Warm hands closed around his arms, dragging him to his feet, and he was enveloped in George’s arms. His eyes started to mist, and he couldn’t catch a full breath. It was all too much to bear. He’d left his heart when he left George, and there were no words for what it felt like to be back here. He buried his face in George’s neck and wrapped his arms around him. George kissed every spot he could reach on Jesse in their position. It was so much more than dominant and submissive like this. Jesse’s heart ached. The pain radiated through his bones. He’d been holding off losing it for so long he hadn’t even realize how bad the pain had gotten, how numb he’d been.
Meet J.R. Gray
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.