ARC Review: Temper For You (For You #3) by Genna Rulon

Title: Temper For You
Author: Genna Rulon
Series: For You 
Release Date: September 24, 2014

"Life is messy. Love is messier." -Catch and Release

Meg Adeio has led a life of isolation—not by choice, by necessity—until one act of heroism forces her out of seclusion. Despite a past shrouded in mystery, Meg is “adopted” by an eclectic group of friends that become the family she never had. Life was good for the first time in…ever.

Or it was until Westly Black reappeared on her doorstep. She knew he was the last man any woman should give her time to—only good for one thing—yet a temptation no woman could deny. Wes might make her life messy, but Meg’s eyes were wide open and she had it under control. At least she thought she did.

When past and present collide, loyalties are tested, forcing Meg to sacrifice her future to protect those she loves.

Temper For You is a gripping story of regret, deception, and redemption – filled with raw emotion, sarcastic wit, intrigue, and love’s propensity to forgive.

• Though Temper For You is a part of the For You Series, it can be read as a stand alone
• This story is appropriate for readers 18+

Temper For You is the third book in the For You series. 
I remember finishing up Pieces For You, and being so excited to get Meg’s story. She was set up with so much mystery and a huge question mark over her. I was ready to find out her story. Westly of course was a hot bonus!
“There’s something magnetic about you Meg. I’ve felt your pull since the first time I saw you, and I haven’t been able to escape it. I may not be your- or anyone’s forever guy, but for right now I’m yours.”
Wes is not what he seems. He puts on a facade for the whole world to see, while on the inside he’s the complete opposite of the man he portrays. However, he’s the villain at start of this book. As far as Meg and the gang knows, he deceived them and used Meg. He was the heinous lawyer who was defending the monstrous rapist from the first book, and doesn’t deserve a second of Meg’s time. But he can’t forget about the one date they had and the short time they shared. Meg did a number on him!
“She was a mystery, wrapped in challenge and ribboned with secrets. She was the Rubik’s Cube I was going to solve.”
So Meg is an unknown; an enigma. We really have nothing to go on, and she’s not eager to let people in whatsoever. Even the few people that have managed to break through her walls haven’t gotten all the way through. Meg doesn’t feel worthy of their friendship or simple happiness for that matter. 
What her friends don’t know is that Meg has had a disturbing and tragic past that has been haunting her since she escaped it. 

Meg tries to keep on living life despite said past. She focuses on finishing school and her dissertation, spending as much time as she can with her friends, and basking in the love she and Wes have built.
“I am an apple, like in Snow White. I’m poison, ruined…rotten! The evil king dipped me in his cauldron of filth and contaminated me. Now everyone that comes near me is in danger of being infected-or worse, killed.”
Unfortunately Meg’s past keeps on haunting her, and it won’t allow her to stay happy and live a normal life. What are Meg’s demons? Who or what is she running from?
When the people she loves are threatened, Meg takes matters into her own hands and works to fix what she meant to fix all those years ago. 

While I absolutely adored the first two books in the series, this one didn’t quite measure up to it for me. I loved the characters—both the oldies and our mc’s—but I just couldn’t feel the same connection with Meg and Wes as I did with the others. I can’t grasp what it is exactly, but there was something missing from the book. 
Nevertheless, I did enjoy this book and am still excited to read more from Rulon.

Temper For You was a quick read with just the right amount of humor and wit, backed with plenty of steamy moments and suspense. 

*A complimentary copy of this book was provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

Rating: 3.5 Tempered Kisses

Other Books in the Series
Only For You (#1)
Pieces For You (#2)
Temper For You (#3)

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“Look…Sam is ever-so-slightly insane.  It may be a new form of Tourette’s, but I’m waiting to hear back from the Psych department for confirmation.  Despite her best intentions, she has an astounding propensity to embarrass me.  You are just one in a series of cringe-worthy moments so don’t think you’re anything special, and whatever you do, don’t read too much into anything she said.  Nothing is going to happen between us.”
She was so certain, I almost believed her—almost.
I grabbed the edges of her stool and spun until we were face-to-face, the change of position creating the illusion of privacy and removing the deliberate need for her to speak to me over her shoulder.  I expected a protest but was pleasantly surprised when the only reaction I received was a raised brow.
“That’s better.  Now, was Sam telling the truth?  Are you interested in a no strings…friendship?  Because I can promise I am a very accommodating friend.  And you won’t find anyone less capable of strings than me,” I finished with a salacious smile full of carnal promise.
She leaned into me, her body already buying what I was selling.  It was a moment of weakness I needed to capitalize on.
Splitting the distance between us, I locked my eyes onto hers, my mouth mere inches from her pouty lips.  It was my last chance and I damn well knew it.  Time for the most persuasive closing argument of my life.
“There aren’t many things I’m truly exceptional at.  I’ll never be husband material.  I’m a shit friend most of the time.  I believe the ends usually justify the means.  My moral fiber is questionable, at best.  I will never be the person you call when you’re in a bind or need a shoulder to lean on.  I don’t express my feelings, mostly because I don’t have any that aren’t shallow.  I don’t like animals as a general rule, and children—no, just no,” I paused, asking myself what the hell I was saying as the same question echoed in her eyes.  Too late now—in for a penny, in for a pound.  “The only steadfast rule I have is I do not sleep with someone else’s woman—ever.  Other than that one display of principles, I have few redeeming qualities.  There are two areas I excel, the law and sex—and when I say I excel, I mean I’m a fucking god.  You will forget your own name because all you’ll be able to do is scream mine…over and over again.  You want no-strings, mind-blowing sex?  There is no one better qualified.”
Her eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth slightly open, which I took as an invitation.  Without warning, I closed the gap between us, brushing my lips against her silky pink ones.  I took advantage of her shock and slid my tongue inside, tasting and teasing.  It was a kiss meant to entice, not conquer—that would come later.  I gently nipped her plump lower lip with my teeth and was rewarded with a sharp inhale of desire.  She was so close to surrender I could taste it—sweet and hot, with a hint of vanilla and cranberry.
Her resistance collapsed, marked by the alluring breasts suddenly pressed against my chest—victory.  I grasped her hips, pulling until she was pressed firmly against me, undoubtedly able to feel the steely effect of her kiss.  As I subtly rocked my hips against her core, warm fingers twined through my hair, tugging me closer, causing a groan of pained pleasure to escape from my mouth into hers.

Unwilling to continue my exploration with a bar full of witnesses, I attempted to pull away—an attempt met with unintelligible protests.  I couldn’t risk giving her an opportunity for second thoughts, so I did what any sane man would do.  I slid my hands down to cup her lush ass, lifting until her legs wrapped around my waist, and without breaking the kiss, I carried her out of the bar.  Perhaps I was more of a gentleman than I’d given myself credit for.
About the Author
Genna Rulon is a contemporary romance author with a passion for blending comedy, tragedy, suspense, and hope to create her “book babies.” 

During her 15 years in the corporate world, Genna—inspired by her love of reading—fantasized about penning her own stories.  Encouraged by her favorite authors, many of whom are indie writers and self-published, she committed to pursue her aspirations of writing her own novels.

Genna was born in California and raised on Long Island in New York, where she still resides, surrounded by the most amazing family and friends.  She’s married to a wonderful man who patiently tolerates her ramblings about whichever book she is currently working on—even feigning interest relatively convincingly!  Genna is blessed with two little boys who do their best to thwart mommy's writing time with their hilarious antics and charming extrapolations.

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