Kick
#2
224
pages
Publisher:
Loveswept
Release
Date September 6, 2016
Copy
received from the publisher through Netgalley
The
blurb:
Asher
Ruggiero, a partner at Adrenaline Kick Adventures, is living a lie. As a control
freak whose big Italian family thinks he’s straight, Asher likes his encounters
concise, dirty, and discreet—until his company’s new rafting guide walks into
work, dripping with brooding, intense sexuality. Sawyer Stevens is a mystery
man with secrets and rough edges, and he makes Asher want to get to know him
inside and out.
Ever since the tragic death of his parents, Sawyer has dedicated himself to the rush of adrenaline that comes from pleasure and pain. Moving from one guy to another, hiding when life gets too complicated—that’s all he can handle. So why does Asher make him long for something lasting and honest, when the gorgeous geek can’t even be true to himself? Sawyer wants to give Asher his heart, but he just doesn’t know how. After all, a life without integrity is a life without passion—and that’s the one thing Sawyer craves.
Ever since the tragic death of his parents, Sawyer has dedicated himself to the rush of adrenaline that comes from pleasure and pain. Moving from one guy to another, hiding when life gets too complicated—that’s all he can handle. So why does Asher make him long for something lasting and honest, when the gorgeous geek can’t even be true to himself? Sawyer wants to give Asher his heart, but he just doesn’t know how. After all, a life without integrity is a life without passion—and that’s the one thing Sawyer craves.
My thoughts:
“Pain given and received equally in an exchange of need more
than power.”
It’s
only fair to start this review with a warning; it will be more me fan-girling
about a book I adored and a story that touched me deeply, than a coherent reflection
of my thoughts. And before I get all incoherent and start gushing let me just
say that this book went straight to my ‘extra special’ list because it will
stay with me for a long time to come.
Lynda
Aicher ventures were few romance authors dare to go in The Deeper He Hurts. Just
like The
Harder He Falls, this book’s story is not quite BDSM. Sure, it plays by
the BDSM rules in so far as that safewords are mentioned, but Ash is a sadist
rather than a Dom and while Sawyer may be a pain slut, he is nobody’s sub. And
that is what makes them perfect play partners, despite the fact that Asher has
a rule against relationships with employees and Sawyer doesn’t want, need, or
trust connections. Ms Aicher doesn’t flinch away from the thoughts and feelings
a sadist harbours anymore than the needs of someone finding release in pain.
Those scenes should have been shocking and even hard to read but weren’t. In
fact they were stunningly beautiful.
Asher
and Sawyer are two men who have convinced themselves that they are better off
alone. Asher because he can’t figure out how to come out to his family and
Sawyer because he knows, without a shadow of a doubt that to let people into
his heart is a sure fire way to loss and pain. And yet, knowing you’re better
off on your own with your head doesn’t always mean your heart is on board with
the game.
Asher
is the first to recognise, acknowledge and also accept the feelings he’s
developing for Sawyer. In fact, Asher has no qualms revealing his secrets and
darkness to the man he’s falling for. Sawyer on the other hand has built such
strong walls around himself that he finds it impossible to open up. Even as he
has to acknowledge to himself that Asher has gotten under his skin, he can’t
bring himself to accept it; not to himself and especially not to Asher.
“Sawyer hid so much from everyone, he doubted anyone really
knew him. Not even himself. Asher’s level of self-awareness was both humbling
and terrifying. What would he find if he looked that deeply at himself? If he
let anyone else see beneath the layers to who he really was?”
I
hurt for Sawyer and I hurt for Asher and yet I cheered whenever they were
together, doing what they were perfectly matched to do together. Who knew there
was this much beauty in the giving and receiving of pain, just for the sake of
pain? Because trust me, the description of the scenes between Asher and Sawyer
is nothing short of glorious.
In
fact, every single word in The Deeper He Hurts is a thing of
beauty. I had so many sentences and paragraphs highlighted in this book it was
almost embarrassing. Picking my favourites to share here almost broke my heart,
but I managed it.
Sawyer
is lonely, and the care Asher takes with him the first time he inflicts his
pain is a stark reminder of that loneliness. Especially since the relief only
lasts as long as the pain lingers; as soon as it lessens Sawyers need to
isolate himself resurfaces with a vengeance, except now he’s had a taste of
what could be.
“And he gave him all of it.
Every ounce of the hurt and pleasure that blinded his sight
and trembled from his core. The well of emptiness that could only be filled by
the pain. The years of isolation and loneliness he’d blocked into survival.
The crazy, mounting yearning to be held. To live instead of
survive.
It flew from him until there was nothing left.
Nothing put the pain.”
Ash’s
reflections on Sawyer’s self inflicted scars made me pause for thought.
Self-harm is of course damaging, but it’s worthwhile reflecting on what it
gives to those who indulge in such an escape.
“Whatever had caused every one of these marks would’ve hurt
like a son of a bitch. Some deep, others more superficial, each magnificent to
Ash. Where others might see ugly and deformed, he saw strength. Courage. Agony
challenged and defeated.”
Sawyer
needs the pain, even if it is a mixed blessing.
“Every ache was a testament to how alive he was.”
Sawyer
feels as guilty about being alive as he’s grateful for it even if he’s
convinced he shouldn’t be. He needs the pain to remind himself he’s living,
while it also reminds him of those who don’t anymore. He’s pushed his feelings
aside for so long, he’s no longer sure who he is and what he’d find if he
allowed himself to really look into the heart of himself. Until Sawyer finds
the courage to give and feel fully; I’m not ashamed to admit that I cheered—out
loud—when that happened.
“His orgasm built from his groin but burst from his heart. It
slammed through every fiber, tore from his chest in a long cry, and pierced
through the hurt to wipe out the pain.”
The
Deeper He Hurts tells a pain filled story without ever
becoming overly angsty. It drew me into the minds and lives of two men I couldn’t
help loving and rooting for. The sex scenes between them, both those centred
around pain and those that were only about giving and receiving tenderness and
love, touched me deeply. And just when I thought I’d given all my emotions to
this book I came to the dedication which describes this wonderful, amazing,
touching and heart-warming story better than I ever could:
“To those who’ve hurt, those who’ve healed, and those who’ve
walked the line between both. And to those who understand that sometimes you
have to hurt in order to heal.”
Lynda
Aicher has never let me down. Every single one of her books made a lasting
impression on me. And while I didn’t think it was possible, it is safe to say
that she’s getting better with every subsequent book.
Related review: The Harder He Falls
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