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honor-rwb-bannerNew York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Jay Crownover returns with her most complicated hero yet, in the first book in the romantic suspense series The Breaking Point. 

Don’t be fooled.

Don’t make excuses for me.

I am not a good man.

I’ve seen things no one should, done things no one should talk about. Honor and conscience have no place in my life. But I’ve fought and I’ve survived. I’ve had to.

The first time I saw her dancing on that seedy stage in that second rate club, I felt my heart pulse for the first time. Keelyn Foster was too young, too vibrant for this place, and I knew in an instant that I would make her mine. But first I had to climb my way to the top. I had to have something more to offer her.

I’m here now, money is no object and I have no equal. Except for her. She’s disappeared. But don’t worry, I will find her and claim her. She will be mine.

Like I said, don’t be fooled. I am not the devil in disguise… I’m the one standing front and center.

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NASSIR

I was in the Point for less than a day when I got word that the man that ran the streets wanted to see me. I like to lay low. I liked to blend in, but here it didn’t see like that was an option. Instead of desert sand, the battleground here was asphalt and concrete, and as soon as my presence was known, it was as if this place recognized the fight lying dormant inside of me. This city called to it. I don’t know why I instantly felt like I fit, but I did. So I went to see the man in charge, fully expecting to offer him the last of my cash in order to gain a foothold in the desolate kingdom. I was a survivor. I could do without money for a little bit. No man was more resourceful than I was.

I walked into a disgustingly gaudy strip club, offended by its crass ugliness. I was expecting to meet the ruler of the land, state my intentions, and let him know I would bow to no man here or anywhere else ever again. I was expecting a shakedown and maybe some strong-arming since I was obviously foreign and undocumented. I was technically legal since my mother had been an American citizen before she fell in love with an extremist, but I hadn’t really existed on paper since she handed me over to killers and radicals when I was just a kid. Mossad didn’t want me to be anything other than their trained attack dog, so they hadn’t offered up any proof of identity for me during my time at the end of their string. What I wasn’t expecting was that my cause, my reason, my purpose for living, and my something to believe in would be dancing nearly naked on a horrifically ugly stage, looking like she was going to cry at any second. She was so much more than freedom.

She was Honor.

She was beautiful, young, innocent, and so obviously resigned to her fate. It pulled at a heart I was stunned to find I still had buried somewhere deep underneath the brutal history that filled up the inside of me. It was the first time I felt it beat, and the pulse of its yearning scared and electrified me in equal measure.

I started to move toward her like all those invisible gods I spent my life killing for were leading me directly to her when suddenly a man twice her age and triple her size leaped from his seat next to the stage and hurled himself up onto the platform directly at the girl. In the blink of an eye he was on top of her, rough hands all over her naked flesh. I heard her scream. I saw her long limbs flail and thrash under him. A red haze filled my vision and I forgot all about staying quiet and laying low. I forgot all about being a ghost, and realized that I could channel the fight that had been forged into my very soul, the fight that was slumbering restlessly inside me at that moment, into protecting something so innocent. She woke the fight up and she kept it alive.

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Review:

We finally have Nassir and Honor’s story, or should I say Keelyn’s story. As you know the Point is gritty and a dark place to live. It’s where criminals live, work and die along with those that can’t afford to live else where. This is a place many ignore and/or choose to sweep under the radar as not existing. So what makes Honor different then any other woman in the Point. What makes her story so important to tell?

Nassir. Nassir is what makes Honor’s story so important, who makes Keelyn important. Nassir is the criminal mastermind of the Point. He has his hand in everything and there is one woman that can bring him to his knees. Honor. Keelyn caught Nassir’s attention years ago when Nassir first came to the Point and got noticed by Novak.

I’ve read glimpses of Keelyn and Nassir’s cat and mouse since the very first book honor-promo-1Welcome to the Point, Bax’s story. And like many I’ve been waiting for this book from Jay. Are you ready for the grittiest and darkest story Jay has written? I wasn’t.

Many of us would never know what its like to live in the Point. What it meant for Honor to strip to make a living to survive and get out of the city. Yet for Nassir the Point was freedom. Can you imagine a place that is so dark that the Point is freedom? Where war is a daily occurrence and children are used as soldiers.

I think this is my favorite story from the Point so far. The darkness, the “devil” who may or may not really be evil. A woman with the means to bring a powerful man to his knees yet she wants his love even if in some respects she’s afraid of losing herself. But Keelyn is just as strong as Nassir, and even though he wants her. He doesn’t want to control her he wants her by his side. He wants her heart just as she wants his. Yet how does one tame the devil and not lose herself in the process. How does the devil keep his power when a woman steals his heart and can be used against him?

Jay, answers those questions. And while you might see some correlation between Hades and Persephone don’t think for a minute Jay made his love story that sweet. Honor and Nassir’s story is raw, complicated and dark. There are no gods in the Point only the devil who was born in a Hell far worse then most can imagine. To him the Point is Heaven on earth.

Are you ready to enter the devil’s den? Ready to see whom Bax, Race and Titus are in league with to run the city? Ready to see where the devil resides. Then join Jay on this gritty love train into the Point.

About Jay Crownover: headshot-3

Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men, The Point, and the Saints of Denver series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she’ll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.

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