Review + Spotlight: Fight (Velocity #2) by Molly McLain
I’m not ashamed to accept that after reading Fly, I wasn’t a big fan of Colton. And I really wasn’t very hopeful about the future of his relationship with Taylor. I almost expected a love triangle before starting this book. But thankfully, Molly McLain did not go that way. As much as I hated Colton’s actions in Fly, I fell in love with him in this book. This redeemed himself and did it well.
I was really glad that Molly did not take the love triangle route and stuck with Colton and Taylor only. Taylor has been trying to move on with her life after the debacle with Colton and succeeding to some extent. Colton on his part is trying to right his mistakes. There’s a lot of give and take involved in their relationship and Colton did everything right this time around.
There were some things in book that was completely unexpected. Specifically whatever happened with Colton’s agent and Bria. I’m so glad both of them got what they deserved. It was amazing to see Colton and Taylor standing together and fighting their battles together. The one thing I still find disappointing though is that Colton again expects Taylor to uproot her life and go away with him to California. I wonder if he’ll ever happily leave his life behind to go to Taylor like he expects her to do. Apart from this one thing, I really enjoyed the book.
I was very happy with the way things progress in this book. I was even happy with the way things went with Taylor’s parents. I really want to know what happens with them in the future. I hope future books in the series shows us a glimpse of them.
Like many novelists, especially romance writers, my infatuation with a good love story began early. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I’ll admit that Barbie and Ken acted more than a couple of the story lines I had in my head (sorry, Mom, but, no, not all of them were kid-appropriate). The obsession continued to grow as I got older and, whenever I left home, I always had a wire-bound notebook and a blue ballpoint pen in hand. In fact, every August, I still get that goofy, schoolgirl itch to buy up oodles of pens and paper, because, while I love my laptop, nothing compares to writing long-hand. If the house is quiet and there’s a thunderstorm rumbling outside, even better.
Not that I have the slightest a clue what a quiet house is anymore. Having three rambunctious (but awesome) kids, a zippy dog and a pesky cat has completely blurred my memory of peace and quiet. Oh, and I have a husband too–I call him the FisherGuy–and he’s probably louder and crazier than all the rest. I think I’ll keep him though. After all, he keeps me in fresh fish year-round (yum!) and he’s good hero material. Did I mention he’s also a firefighter?
We live in Northern Wisconsin and, let me tell ya, living here has provided lots of small-town fodder for this writer’s overactive imagination. Of course, I know no one who’s lived anything close to the steamy experiences I write about (not that I’d tell ya if I did *wink*). There’s something inherently sexy about not knowing what goes on behind closed doors…or even better, letting my imagination run free, concocting all kinds of stories and scenarios and putting them down on paper. Or my laptop.