

Rowe, but I just have to get off at this stop.ĪN EMOTIONAL,PASSIONATE & DRAMA-FILLED LOVE STORY The characters have found love and I just have to end this here. I need constant growth to keep me interested. Come on! Coming off of HOT book one and being willing to listen to Rowe a second time-shows how much I liked these characters. The second book was only six hours as well. Jonas and Sarah have gone from a couple that I am crazy in love with to cardboard cut outs. Rowe would have been better off with the second brother's story. Rowe sounds old too! (Rowe is also the reason for the review of narration.) This second book doesn't add any depth to these characters. Eek eek eek!!!! Even though I wanted to hear Sarah, I cringed when she spoke. I can hear the annoying wet sounds of her lips opening to speak.

I could not get enough of Jonas! Didi I mention that audio books are a passion for me. The first story offers deep thoughtful insights into both characters. He delivers a LOL (people looking at you weirdly in the store) performance. John Lane does an excellent job-I do mean excellent at channeling Jonas' personality. The Club: Obsession must be heard prior to The Club: Reclamation.Īudio books are a passion for me. It is only appropriate for adult listeners age 18 and up. The second installment of Jonas and Sarah’s epic and addictive love story picks up right where The Club: Obsession left off, hurtling to a heart-stopping conclusion that will leave listeners breathless and screaming for the final installment.įor Jonas and Sarah, what starts out as an innocent exploration of attraction quickly spirals into a steamy story of unbridled passion, obsession, heartbreak, and, ultimately, redemption.Ĭontains graphic adult content and harsh language. Even if Jonas turns out to be my undoing, I’m going to fight to the death for him. He’s unleashed an all-consuming hunger inside me that can only be satisfied when Jonas surrenders to me the same way I’ve surrendered to him - mind, body, and soul. My entire life has spiraled into chaos - and yet, all I can think about is my raging, thumping, insatiable addiction to Jonas Faraday’s magical touch.
