Author: Madeline Sheehan
Series: Undeniable #2
Release Date: May 13, 2013
Read: January 5-6, 2014
Book Blurb (from Goodreads):
Warning: This is not a story about fate or destiny. This is a story about pain, sorrow, and suffering. This is an impulsive whirlwind romance between two lovers that are not meant to be together. Theirs is not a world with sunshine and roses. Instead, their love blossoms in a secret world full of crime, violence, and death. Their story is about what can be born from nightmares.
Danielle “Danny” West is the daughter of Deuce West, President of the Hell’s Horsemen Motorcycle Club. A sweet and beautiful girl, she loses her way, searching for things that are always out of her reach. Erik “Ripper” Jacobs is the Sergeant of Arms in the Hell’s Horsemen. Once a man who always had a smile on his face, his life takes a turn for the worst when a tragedy befalls him, leaving him scarred and broken. During a midsummer night, Danny and Ripper’s paths cross, forever changing their lives. Hastily, their lust turns to love until another tragedy forces them apart. On a journey that is marred with ugliness and chaos, Danny and Ripper must discover if their unforeseen connection can find the beauty in their world.
This is Danny and Ripper’s story.
Everything has beauty. Even the ugly. Especially the ugly.
Because without ugly, there would be no beauty.
Now this . . . this was much better than the first book, Undeniable. Whereas the first book didn’t seem to really have a point to me, Unbeautifully, which tells the story of Deuce’s oldest daughter and one of the guys in the gang, very much had one. The point? To be proud of who you are–no matter who you are, no matter what you look like. It’s a lesson that should be taught to and learned by everyone.
The story starts off with the prologue that takes off directly after the epilogue of Undeniable then proceeds to fill in the missing couple of years that were skipped in Undeniable and then near the end takes off from where the prologue ended . . . hopefully that didn’t confuse anyone. Despite the whole start, skip, back to start jumps that it had, Unbeautifully wasn’t hard to follow whereas Undeniable was (damn all those time gaps). Maybe it was because, while even though there was still that honest and blunt brutality that shocked the fucking hell out of me in Deuce and Eva’s story, in Danny and Ripper’s story it’s–while definitely not tamed–more . . . constrained. Yes, I think that would be a good word to describe the story. None of these guys in Hell’s Demons are tamed, not with all the fucks that they do and don’t give out–physically, mentally, or emotionally–and they never will be, but it seems as though Sheehan, while still giving everyone a chance to growl and bark and bite and territory to piss on to mark as theirs, had a more deft handle over her characters and the story was told and made its point in a neater fashion that just made sense.
Or maybe it’s because Danny and Ripper aren’t as fucked up as Deuce and Eva . . .
*Shrugs shoulder* Eh, in any case, I didn’t get nearly as big of a headache reading Unbeautifully as I did Undeniable so all in all, it was a win-win for me.
Whatever it was, I liked reading Danny and Ripper’s story. Their story made me laugh, roll my eyes, and actually made me awww a couples of times (and that’s saying something because Sheehan really doesn’t write awww scenes). Of course, that didn’t last forever because there was that inevitable fuck-up moment between them that sent Ripper riding off on the back of his bike because he wasn’t “good enough” for Danny which made Danny become annoying depressed female.
Then shit goes down (a lot of shit actually) that I didn’t see coming but really shouldn’t have been shocked by it because I knew something had to happen, the truth is finally told, and we have the happily-fucked up-ever after (which despite it all made me awww and smile because I couldn’t help it).
This is still definitely a guilty pleasure series for me, but I can’t say I’m too ashamed of it because I imagine that this series, these characters, the fuckery, is akin to what crack cocaine is like to addicts: Bad for your health and sanity, but y’know . . . addicting. And damn hard to break the habit of after that first hit.
“Baby,” he said, “listen to me. I ain’t beautiful, you are. You’re so damn beautiful you got it spillin’ out all over the place, blindin’ you into thinkin’ I’m beautiful when I ain’t. Farthest thing from it.”