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If you want to survive, you have to follow the rules…
Mikayla Morgan is wanted for her mother's murder. She's been on the run for almost a year now, avoiding not only the police but the real killer. Tired of running and desperate to clear her name, she breaks one of the most sacred rules: never return to the scene of the crime.
Every bounty hunter on the Eastern Seaboard is after the Morgan girl—but Shaun Denver and his partner snagged her. She's a piece of work, and Shaun can't decide if he wants to kiss her or kill her. When things take a sharp turn south, Shaun does the only thing he can think of to keep her close—he handcuffs them together.
As the danger mounts and the killer closes in, the chemistry between them threatens to explode. Shaun and Kayla will need to break all the rules if they hope to get out of this alive.
About the Author
JUS ACCARDO spent her childhood reading and learning to cook. Determined to follow in her grandfather's footsteps as a chef, she applied and was accepted to the Culinary Institute of America. But at the last minute, she realized her true path lay with fiction, not food.
Jus is the bestselling author of the popular Denazen series from Entangled publishing, as well as the Darker Agency series, and the New Adult series, The Eternal Balance. A native New Yorker, she lives in the middle of nowhere with her husband, three dogs, and sometimes guard bear, Oswald.
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Rules of Survival
By Jus Accardo, Robin Haseltine, Liz Pelletier
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Jus Accardo
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There are just some things you don't do. Call it common sense, self-preservation, or simply intuition. During my eighteen years of life, I'd accumulated one hell of a list from my mom. Never let people see you cry. Don't overstay your welcome. Avoid the yellow snow — she always did have a good sense of humor ...
But above all else, you don't return to the scene of a crime.
Especially when you're the main suspect.
It's time to strap our boots on. This is the perfect day to die ... The line from "Soldiers," by Otherwise, played inside my head. This was it. Time to suck it up and push forward.
I hadn't been back to Coopersville, New York, in nearly a year. The car slowed and pulled up alongside the curb. The driver, a middle-aged balding man with uneven brows and a funky lisp, tilted his head, frowning. "You sure this is where you wanna get out?"
I glanced out the window. Dense forest lined either side of the narrow road, thick branches hanging together to blot out the fading sunlight. To most people, it probably looked like the middle of nowhere. Deliverance with a side order of Children of the Corn. To me, it was home.
One of them, anyway.
I nodded, slipped the strap of mom's old backpack across my shoulder, and swung both legs from the car. This was actually the last place in the world I wanted to get out. Playing in traffic during rush hour, wading waist-deep into a pile of rotting shrimp — even Jersey ... I could think of a million places I would rather have been. But right now I needed to be here.
The passenger's side door closed with an obnoxious squeak, and I ducked down to peer in through the open window. "Yep. This is perfect. Thanks for the lift, mister."
He shrugged and zoomed off, leaving a trail of road salt and slush spitting in every direction. I watched him drive away, and as soon as he was out of sight, took a deep breath and stepped off the road.
The cabin was about four miles into the woods, and even though I could have found it with my eyes closed, the fact that I was losing the light made things tricky. Twice, I stumbled over exposed roots and fallen trees, twisting my ankle good.
Mom would be pissed at my lack of stealth, but the silence started getting to me about a half mile in and I sang Aerosmith's "Livin' on the Edge," White Lion's "Radar Love" — two of her all-time favorites — and recited the alphabet twice. Once in English and once in Italian. By the time the familiar crest of trees that bordered the house came into view, I was thrilled to see it — despite the fact that it brought a rush of painful memories.
I stepped onto the porch and set my bag down so I could pry the small piece of wood loose at the base of the door. With some work, it slipped free and I found the key — a bit dusty, but otherwise fine — right where I'd left it.
It had been three hundred and fifty-two days since I'd placed it there for safekeeping. I'd been wearing a white shirt stained with blood and black Converse sneakers with a small hole in the right toe. I remembered all this because it was the day my mom died. That wasn't something you forgot. Ever.
I shook off the memories and slipped inside. There was a reason I left after Mom died. After she was murdered. Several reasons, in fact. One of the big ones being that I was the main suspect in her death, and I knew they were still actively looking for me. How far could an eighteen-year-old girl with no cash get on her own, right? But after I gave authorities the slip numerous times, they started to wise up. They had my mother's associates watched. All our old haunts. Anything and everything that could be connected back to us. Back to the Morgan girls. I'd spent the last year living like a ping-pong ball. A few nights here, a day or two there — never in one place for very long.
I wouldn't have come back if it wasn't so important.
I tore into Mom's bag, yanked out a flashlight, and went to work. Systematically ripping the entire house apart, I searched every oddball place she could have possibly thought to hide something. In the air-conditioning grate. Inside the toilet. Behind the loose paneling in the master bedroom. I even checked out the attic — and I hated it up there.
I worked all night, frantic as the minutes turned quickly to hours, and by the time the sun started to clear the hills to the east, I began to panic. I couldn't still be here in the morning. I'd been here too long already.
"Come on, Mom," I said, falling back onto the couch. It still smelled like the nail polish remover she spilled on it last year. Just four days before she'd died. "I know you left something for me. I just need to find it. Give me a hint. Some kind of sign ..."
Letting my head fall back, I blew at one of the stray chestnut hairs that had escaped my ponytail, and my chest grew tight. I used to joke with Mom about dyeing my hair blond. She'd threatened to shave my head while I slept if I ever went through with it. Blondes didn't blend in as well as brunettes, she'd always said. I blew at the hair again, sending the strands fluttering in and out of my field of vision and, for some reason, directing my attention to the ceiling fan overhead.
Holy crap. Of course ...
I hopped off the couch and dragged one of the dining room chairs across the hardwood floor. It scraped and scratched, and I cringed a little with every step, the sound abrasive to my already-taut nerves.
The fan should have been one of the first places I searched. Mom used to joke that I was the "wind beneath her wings." It was a line from a cheesy old song she'd loved. Sentimental, that was Mom. She believed music made the world go round.
I was losing my touch. Or maybe my memories of her were fading. Each morning I found myself waking up and needing to concentrate harder and harder just to picture her face. Some days it remained elusive, nothing more than a watery silhouette with no defined features. I wondered if eventually she'd be no more than a cloudy image dancing on the edge of my mind. The ghost of someone I used to know.
Balanced on the chair, I rose up on my toes and managed to hook a single finger around a blade and give it a good push. A whoosh of air sent a year's worth of dust everywhere, up my nose and down my throat, and as I gagged on it, a white blur caught my eye when it drifted to the ground.
I almost lost my footing as I hopped from the chair, and in my haste to retrieve the letter — which had slipped under the armchair — totally missed the front door opening. And an uninvited guest stepping inside.
Two of them, actually.
"See, Shaun? I told you it was only a matter of time before she came back to town. Never doubt me, kid."
"What the —" Letter momentarily forgotten, I spun toward the door. A cold gust of wind blew through the room along with two men — both tall, a younger one with unruly black hair and intense hazel eyes, the older one bald with large brown eyes and a long scar on the right side of his face that went from chin to ear.
"That's Mikayla Morgan?" the younger of the two — probably in his early twenties if I had to guess — said, frowning. He looked unimpressed, and I found myself a little insulted. Wearing a leather jacket and dark-blue jeans that were shredded at the knees, he had the bad-boy thing working overtime. Intense, soulful eyes that screamed mischief looking for a place to happen, chiseled jaw, and an athletic build. In other words, hot as all holy hell. Judging by the way he stood there, cocky grin in place, he knew it, too. "I thought she'd be ... bigger."
The older one laughed. "Don't let her appearance fool you. I bet she's plenty dangerous. Just like her mamma."
"Wow," I said, shaking off the cold as he closed the door. I'd never seen the younger one before — I would have remembered — but the older guy I knew all too well. I hadn't seen him in almost a year, but I could never forget that face. He'd been a part of my life off and on for as far back as I could remember. "Patrick Tanner. Long time no see."
Arms folded, Patrick frowned. I'd forgotten about him lacking a sense of humor. The last time we'd met, Mom and I left him stranded on the side of the road in Minnesota with four flat tires during one of the biggest snowstorms of the year. We thought it was hilarious — for some reason he hadn't agreed. "Not from lack of trying on my part."
I shrugged, trying to come off casual while scanning the room for a possible escape route. Patrick Tanner had been obsessed with my mom since before I was born — and not in a good way. He was a bounty hunter and his main goal in life was to bring her in. Now that she was gone, he'd turned his focus on me. "What can I say? I'm just that good."
"Or that lucky," his leather-clad mini-me said with a shameless smirk. I caught a glimpse of black against his skin just below the neckline of his T-shirt. A tattoo maybe? It made me hate him all the more. I'd wanted one in the worst way, but it was against the rules. No permanent markings — tattoos, piercings, etc. — that made you easier to identify. We needed to blend in easily with any crowd. That meant being completely generic.
I glared at him. Oh, yeah. Those eyes were heartbreak city. "And you are?"
Patrick clasped a hand down on the guy's shoulder and gave a slight shake. He hadn't taken his eyes off me since coming inside. "This is Shaun. I'm showing him the ropes. Teaching him the tricks of the trade."
"Tricks of the trade?" I snorted. "That's fancy talk for hunting people down like dogs, right?" Shaun stuffed both hands into his jacket pockets, finally breaking eye contact. "That's a little dramatic, don't ya think? We hunt criminals."
"I'm not a criminal," I said with barely contained anger. Sure, my mom did a few things that had been technically against the law — okay, more than a few — but I was innocent. Mostly. Patrick didn't seem to care about that, though. He'd been on my ass from day one. Following me from town to town, determined to finish what he'd started with Mom.
"You're a murder suspect," Patrick said, matter of fact.
"You might have had some serious hate-on for my mom, but you know damn well I didn't murder her. I would never ..."
I let the rest of the sentence hang in the air, biting back a wave of emotion. Pain, and more than that, hate. For Patrick. His relentless pursuit hadn't given me much free time to think about Mom — much less mourn her loss. The wounds were still raw.
There was a flash of sympathy in his eyes, but it was there and gone before I could blink, making me wonder if I'd even seen it to begin with. Patrick wasn't the apologetic type. He was a soulless prick who benefited from other people's mistakes. "Quite a few people looking to get their hands on you. Doesn't matter one way or the other. Innocent, guilty, it's all the same to me. There's a hefty price on your head. The police think you did it, and I intend to bring you to justice and collect a fat check."
Was he kidding? Like he could pull that crap on me? I knew better. "The police? Save it. We both know bottom-feeders like you don't work to help the cops, not to mention the fact that they're too cheap to pay out a hefty price. And you couldn't care less about justice. This has to do with your weird vendetta against my mom."
Patrick shook his head, smiling. "No, really. Someone hired me to find you — which I planned on doing anyway." His lips twisted with a cruel sneer. "You know, because of that vendetta? Now I just have the added bonus of a nice fat check."
"Who hired you?" I took a step back. I couldn't go through them, and the cabin didn't have a back door — serious design flaw, if you asked me. Weapon. A weapon would have come in handy. Anything I could use to fend them off and battle my way out the door. But unless I could somehow pillow-fight them to death, I was out of luck. "And how did you even know I was here?"
Shaun pointed at the mantel on the other side of the room. "Camera hidden inside the fake flowers. Pretty fucking brilliant, right?" He winked. "My idea."
I wanted to kick myself. One of the first rules Mom taught me was to be sure a location was secure. Safety first. In my rush to get in and out, I'd skipped that step completely. Clapping for him, I took another step back and shifted to my left. "You're obviously in the wrong line of work. Ever thought of brain surgery?"
He clutched his chest dramatically, face twisted in an expression of mock insult. Annoyingly, it only made him hotter.
Patrick laughed and shook his head, eyes following my movement. "Where do you think you're going?"
He had a point. I was basically screwed and we all knew it. Begging was still an option — one I wasn't above at this point — but lights from outside stopped me before I could get the words past my lips. There was a car pulling into the driveway.
The other reason I'd hightailed it out of town when Mom died was that someone — presumably the someone who killed her — was also looking to stick me into the ground. She'd warned me with her dying breath. Run. Don't let them find you. Because of that, I'd been forced to leave before finding the information she'd left me.
Information I believed would reveal her killer and clear my name.
"Please ... please tell me you called for backup." I knew even before he answered that he hadn't. Bounty hunters worked alone. They didn't play well with others, and they certainly didn't share. Especially someone like Patrick.
Confused, Patrick turned to brush the thin curtains away from the window. "Those boys aren't with me," he said, backing away.
Shaun made a move to peek, but Patrick grabbed a handful of his jacket and hauled him backward. Mr. Ripped Jeans wasn't happy about this and they started to argue. While they were distracted, I fell to the floor and jammed my hand under the chair, desperate to find the letter. I needed it. If my guess was right, then maybe — just maybe — I was only seconds away from getting the information that would turn my screwed up world right side up.
Just when I thought my fingers couldn't stretch anymore, they brushed the edge of the paper. A moment later it was in my hands. Under normal circumstances I would have taken a second to appreciate the moment. It had been a long time coming and I'd gone through hell to get here. But there was no time. After ripping the envelope, I tore the paper out and skimmed the sheet. My mom's scrawling chicken scratch, complete with bubble-dotted I's and swirly g's, stretched across the page, and seeing it made my chest ache a little.
Baby girl, I don't have much time. I've done some bad things. Things I'm not proud of. I made poor choices and trusted the wrong people —
An explosion and the sounds of shattering glass filled the air, followed by a series of loud pops and ricocheting pings as bullets assaulted the room. I startled, jumping back and scooting along Mom's pristine hardwood floor on my backside.
"Friends of yours?" Shaun yelled as he ducked behind the couch for cover. "Mrs. Popularity, aren't ya?"
I made a move to join him — some cover was better than none — but a bullet hit the plaster in front of me, and I locked up dead in my tracks. Inches. It'd hit the wall inches from my face.
Luckily for me, Patrick wasn't so skittish. He swept across the room, flying past and dragging me off the ground in one smooth move. "Where's the out?" he barked, peering around the corner of the couch.
It took a second to find my voice. "Out? What are you —"
"The out!" he yelled, shaking me by the shoulders. I almost let go of the letter. "You spent a lot of time up at this cabin over the years. There's no way Mel would have done that without an out. A getaway. Something to ensure you guys could bail out fast and unseen if you were ever found."
At first, all I could do was stare. How did he know that? And Mel? What the hell was that about? I'd heard him call Mom a lot of things over the years, but Mel? Not one of them. I probably would have kept right on staring like an idiot, too, if he hadn't given me another good, brain-jarring shake.
"Where. Is. It?"
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If you want to survive, you have to follow the rules… Rules of Survival by author Jus Accardo is about Mikayla Morgan who is wanted for her mother's murder.She's been on the run for almost a year now, avoiding not only the police but the real killer. Then she breaks one of the most sacred rules: never return to the scene of the crime and ends up getting captured by bounty hunters-Shawn Denver and his partner.To keep her from escaping, Shawn handcuffs them together. What made this story more entertaining for me was the fact that they were both chained together.It sure created a lot of awkward and funny situations for us to read.Kayla is a really cool heroine,all through the book she keeps us entertained by her sarcastic humor and witty comebacks. In the beginning I felt that Shawn's character faded a little in Kayla's presence but then I started liking him a little more.He is really funny!Both of them together are super fun to read about! I love this book!It's a complete package filled with mystery,action, romance and lot's of drama,kept me hooked till the last page.This is a very entertaining read and all the twist and turns will keep you wanting more.
On the run from both the bounty hunters who think she murdered her mother and from her mother’s true killer, Mikayla decides to risk it all to try and clear her name. Unsurprisingly, she gets caught by the most diligent of them all, Patrick Tanner, along with his sidekick Shaun. When the unexpected happens, Kayla and Shaun get separated from Tanner. So Shaun ensures she won’t be able to get any farther. Kayla only knows what she’s experienced growing up. Having been on the run since birth with her mom, her usual M.O. is to never stop in one place too long and never get close to anyone. Until now. Shaun is the quintessential bad boy from a rough childhood, who has since been unofficially adopted by Tanner. His attempt to keep Kayla from escaping eventually morphs into an attempt to win her over. Which is something he turns out to be quite good at. While on the run for their life, they turn to each other for support. A quick read that will keep you on your toes. Definitely recommended for YA thriller enthusiasts. Rating: 4 HEAT Rating: Mild Reviewed By: Daysie W. Review Courtesy of: My Book Addictions and More
Mikayla has spent her life on the run. She and her mother have run town to town always hiding. Mikayla was taught the rules of survival and she took those lessons to heart. She has been on her own for a year now running from the law and others after her mother was killed. She is the main suspect and knows she has to figure out who the killer really is and clear her name. She goes back to the scene of the crime and is caught by the man who has chased her mother all her life. Patrick along with his partner Shaun are bounty hunters. Someone is willing to pay them a lot of money to bring Mikalya in. Only problem is they aren't the only ones after her. Shaun has to keep her safe and he handcuffs them together. Now they are trying to figure out the mystery of who killed her mother, who to trust and whether they want to kiss or kill each other. Mikayla is a very smart girl who has ad a rough life. She loves her mother very much and wants to bring her killer to justice. She is a smart ass at times but she never gives up. She was taught to look after herself but she can't help but try to look after Shaun as well. Shaun also had a rough life growing up and it made him quick to anger. He tries his best to get Mikayla to trust him. He really surprised me by how far he was willing to go to keep her safe. He also tries his best with his willpower around her. They both are hard headed and stubborn but work really well together. This book was a huge mystery to unravel. I love Mikayla and Shaun. Ok maybe I loved Shaun a little more. He has the whole bad boy but yet at times clueless deal going on. Right away you see what kind of danger she is in and you try to figure things out. Every time I would make a guess at who it was or why I was wrong. The author does a wonderful job keeping you on your toes. There is always danger around and once you start you just can't put this book down. Mikayla and Shaun are easy to connect with and while it is bad timing they still deal with there attraction to each other in a good way. It seems at Mikayla is the aggressive one in that way and Shaun is more patient. It works well for them. It makes them more believable. I don't think there was a single thing I didn't like about this book except the end and that was simply because I hated to see it end. I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a fascinating book.
Fast paced, funny, witty and 18 romantic. A lite fun read but if your looking for something with some steamy romantic tension...not it, but it is cute.
Rules of Survival is my second book from Accardo and this one pulled me right in just like Ruined did. The whole bounty hunter aspect is what caught my attention and something different. It center around Mikayla who has been on the run for a year now, and this suspect in her mother’s murder. Following the rules is what her mother always taught her. Not just any rules either. When you are a con artist, you live by a whole different set of rules. Mikayla of course goes back to the place her mother was murdered, and runs into two bounty hunters and the drama ensues. Mikayla was a pretty badass girl. She could definitely take care of herself, and could kick some butt. I liked that she wasn’t whiney, she is strong even after everything that she has been through. She doesn’t trust anyone. At all. Enter Shaun, he was one of the bounty hunters after her. He is sexy, strong and isn’t quick to judge, especially when it come to Mikayla. The fact that he loyal and so protective of her as the story continued made me like him even more. There are a few people that popped up every now and then that all had important part in the mystery behind Mikayla’s mothers murder. Patrick was the bounty hunter that Shaun worked with, and questioned just about everything he said and did, couldn’t put my finger on why though. The plot was fantastic! It was fast paced, jumping from from exciting fight, more people after Mikayla and running, hiding and more running. The who behind the whole hunt for Mikayla revealed some interesting twists and revelations for Mikayla. There was plenty of drama too. The interaction between Kayla and Shaun just added to the already intense story. They bickered at the beginning, and always seemed to find themselves in ever worse situations than the once before. The romance side to this was perfect for this type of story, sweet and steamy in all the right places. The ending was suspenseful and turning pages faster and I was happy with the way everything turned out, even if I was kinda biting my nails. Rules of Survival was all kinds of entertaining, it has romance, action and mystery. Acccardo definitely did again with such great characters and a freakin awesome plot that I could get enough of. Pick this one up for sure.
Great book. It had the perfect mix of action, suspense, and romance. Also I felt very connected to the main characters. This is a must read!
I expected Rules of Survival to be action packed after reading the summary. I was not disappointed throughout the book--it is action packed and fast paced. I was also surprised by how much I enjoyed reading the author's writing style and how she writes convincing characters that are easily to relate to. Rules of Survival is about Kayla, who is apparently on some wanted list and highly sought after by contracted bounty hunters. She was wanted for the murder of her mother and to escape from the true murderer, Kaylan went into hiding. However, she made the worst mistake of returning to the murder scene and ended up getting caught by Shaun and Patrick before she had enough time to finish reading her mother's hidden letter. I enjoy reading about the characters, how unique each of them are and especially about Kayla. She is an interesting character--strong, quick-witted but at the same time, also slightly flawed. I like it that she was strong, but not too strong as a character and so I find her refreshing. Coupled together with Shaun and subsequently handcuffed to prevent her escape, the story is a pretty interesting and amusing read. There is even a plot twist which caught me off-guard. Seeing how I enjoyed reading Rules of Survival, I'm going to read other books by the author. I received a review copy in exchange for the above honest review.
Gosh, I just LOVED this book! I think this is Jus Accardo's best book yet, she just killed this one! Don't get me wrong, her other books are absolutely fantastic, but this one just takes the cake for me. Rules of Survival is filled with so much thrill, so much action, so much heat and I just couldn't get enough of it! Mikayla Morgan is such a great character to follow. This girl has been place to place, never settling down and constantly on the run. When your mom was a "criminal" you don't really get much choice in the matter. I admire her strength so much too throughout this book. Kayla is eighteen and already had to deal with the death of her mother, being hunted down like a dog, and dealing with people trying to kidnap or kill her. She's definitely one bad-ass chick! Then there's Shaun Denver....oh hello hot stuff. I adore when a guy is more than just looks and snark. Shaun has those, and the built arms and the sexy smirk, but he also has so much more behind all of that. He's loyal and protective and fierce and can throw one heck of a punch. I also love how he keeps his promises. I adored watching Kayla and him together and was rooting for them till the very end. Another thing I loved was how Jus set this book up. She started off with an awesome opening chapter, introduced the important people and then jumped right into the story. That's one thing I adore about all of her books, there's no talking your ear off with back story, no lolly-gagging, just straight into the action and no going back. What I also felt was so great about Rules of Survival is that she revealed just enough and just the right points and I adored every moment. This book was just all sorts of fantastic. Rules of Survival is just constant speed, constant action and filled with two awesome main characters that light up the book with their chemistry. I could not put this one down and it is definitely a must buy!
Synopsis: If you want to survive, you have to follow the rules… Mikayla Morgan is wanted for her mother's murder. She's been on the run for almost a year now, avoiding not only the police but the real killer. Tired of running and desperate to clear her name, she breaks one of the most sacred rules: never return to the scene of the crime. Every bounty hunter on the Eastern Seaboard is after the Morgan girl—but Shaun Denver and his partner snagged her. She's a piece of work, and Shaun can't decide if he wants to kiss her or kill her. When things take a sharp turn south, Shaun does the only thing he can think of to keep her close—he handcuffs them together. As the danger mounts and the killer closes in, the chemistry between them threatens to explode. Shaun and Kayla will need to break all the rules if they hope to get out of this alive. Cover: Honestly? I'm no fan of the cover. It looks like a cheap paperback. Which is something, this book doesn't deserve. Title: The title is so cool and was the first thing, that got me interested. Writing style: Perhaps the most outstanding feature of the book is it's writing style. I was hooked on from page one! It's such a funny and captivating read. Shaun and Kayla are hilarious! The book is written from Kylas point of view and in first-person, which makes it even more engaging. Characters: Kayla is on the run since her mom got murdered. The police thinks, it was her and the true murder wants her dead. When she gets kidnapped by bounty-hunters, she tries to convince them, that she's innocent. But Shaun and Patricks wants their money and don't care about her explanations. After some failed attempts to escape, Shaun shackles her to his wrist. But Kaylas pursuers find them and they loose the keys, while running away. After a while, Shaun has to ask himself, that Kayla might be innocent. They try to find the true murder and struggle to stay alive. Both characters are so sweet! I instantly fell in love with them! Noteworthy: The book is quite cheap, you can get a digital copy at amazon for $1,35! Stuck in my Head: »Shaun, shivering as much as I was now, nodded and wrapped his jacket around my shoulders. Hot, smart, and thoughtful. If not for the irritating attitude, and the desire to turn me in, he'd be a seriously drool-worthy package.« What I didn't like: Nothing to complain! Quick and dirty: I rarely read love stories, but Jus Accardo proves that it is possible to write captivating New Adult novels without hundreds of sex scenes in it. Still, there was a sexual tension in the air all the time! My full recommendation, don't miss this book! Tears of laughter are guaranteed!
Kayla is a strong, determinate, lonely girl. The only thing she wants is to find her mother’s murderer and clear her name. Her childhood was not a normal one, they were always on the run, never been more than 6 months on the same place. Her mother teaches her how to survive in the world. Kayla has no family, no friend and she doesn’t know how to use brawns, so she uses her brain. Shaun is a bounty hunter, he’s hot, sexy, strong and have control issues. His childhood wasn’t perfect, far from it and that’s why know he use his brawn and not his brain. He was “adopted” by Patrick Tanner, another bounty hunter. Patrick Tanner is the one who search the Morgan’s girls since the beginning. He has a problem with Kayla’s mother. The relation between Kayla and Shaun is interesting, Kayla don’t trust anyone and Shaun trust Patrick. Finding themselves stuck both, they are going to learn to trust each other. Shaun is cocky and of the blow the dialogues are rather funny sometimes, especially that Kayla has a talent for repartee. The story is well build and Jus Accardo knows how to captivate us. At the beginning, we ask ourselves a lot of questions and the answers will come to the end of the book. Like who is Mick ? Who is Jaffe ? What is it between Tanner and Kayla’s mother ? I like the evolution of Kayla, at the beginning she’s a lonely girl who follow her mother’s rules without complaining and as one goes along she learn to stop following rules, stop making plans and trust Shaun. Kayla feels alone and she has a need to be surrounded but she also knows that the way to go will be long. I like this book, the story is original, the writing is good, the cover is awesome and if you like Hot boy, Independent girl and action you will be served. The story is tell from the POV of Kayla. Thanks to Entangled Publishing for giving me a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
A very enjoyable read that is filled with adventure from the very first page. Mikayla has lived her entire life on the run. Now she is in for the fight of her life. Proving that she did not kill her mother. After being captured by a pair of bounty hunters Kayla finds herself on the run again but this time Shaun, one of the bounty hunters, is along for the ride. This book is filled with twists and turns, witty dialogue, and sweet tender moments. It kept me entertained and I would definitely recommend it.
I was lucky enough to receive this book before it came out and I only have one thing to say after reading Rules of Survival: YES!!!! Yes, yes, yes and HELL YES!! Dude, if I didn't think that I would hurt myself or someone else if I attempted to dance ... I would totally dance an awesome jig and burn up the dance floor right now. Man, I didn't realize how much of a book slump I had been in lately. This novel gave me a nice smack in the face. I know that sounds crazy but I guess I was just comfortable reading "okay" books lately. Nothing had really knocked my socks off in months ... until this. Gosh, I don't even know where to start. That's a lie. I totally know where to start. It's where everyone will want to start. With Shaun. Dear, sweet, way-too-young-for-me-but-utterly-irresistable, tortured, Shaun. I'll just tell you this much, Jus Accardo can write a great character. Just the back and forth between Shaun and Mikayla was awesome. They totally fed off of each other (conversation wise) and it was almost as if I was watching an interaction between a couple of my friends. I loved watching Shaun and Mikayla's relationship grow and morph into something that neither of them had expected. Heck, Accardo can write a great anything for that matter. I was sucked into the story from the moment I cracked the spine on this one. Well, I didn't actually crack the spine because I read this on my Kindle. Fine. I was sucked into the story from the moment I swiped my finger across the screen. See? Not quite as moving. Speaking of moving ... I have a bit more to talk about once I'm done with this little derailment ... okay. I've never had the opportunity to live a life on the run, so I don't know exactly what it's like to not have a permanent place to stay, a steady income and food readily available. But with the way things are laid out in this novel, it was almost as if I had experienced everything on these pages. The author has a way of just totally engaging the reader and it's nothing that I've experienced in quite a while. I will definitely be reading something else from this author in the near future and this is one of those books that my friends have to read if they want to stay in my circle of trust. MUST. READ. Pick up this heart-pounding thrill ride today!!