Updated: Jan 23
Fire in You
by Jennifer L Armentrout
Published by Jennifer L Armentrout
Book 6 in the Wait for You Series
Jillian Lima’s whole world was destroyed in a span of a few hours.
The same night her childhood love, Brock ‘the Beast’ Mitchell, broke her heart, her life was irrevocably altered by the hand of a stranger with a gun. It takes six years to slowly glue together the shattered pieces of her life, but Jillian is finally ready to stop existing in a past full of pain and regret. She takes a job at her father’s martial arts Academy and she’s going out on her first date since a failed relationship that was more yuck than yum. Jillian is determined to start living.
She just never expected Brock to be a part of her life again. But he’s firmly back in her life before she knows it, and not only is he older, he’s impossibly more handsome, more teasing and more everything. And when he sees Jillian, he’s no longer capable of thinking of her as the little girl who was his shadow growing up or the daughter of the man who gave him a second chance at life. He sees the woman who’d always been there for him, the one person who believed in him no matter what.
Brock knows she’s the one he should’ve made his, and what begins as a tentative friendship quickly turns to red-hot chemistry that sparks a flame that burns brighter than lust. Falling for Brock again risks more than her heart, because when the past sorrow-filled and guilt-ridden past resurfaces, and a web of lies threatens to rip them apart, the fallout could lay waste to everything they’ve fought to build together, and destroy the dreams of those they care most about.
RATED: 18+ CATEGORY: MOOD:
Steamy New Adult Happy Ending
Trigger Warning: This book has gun violence. Be advised.
Fire in You by Jennifer L Armentrout is the sixth and final book in the Wait for You series. This book centers on the Jillian, Abby's young and quiet friend, and Brock, a rising MMA star (who Cam and Jase are obsessed with), who is best friends with Jillian. This book jumps ahead six years after Nick and Steph's story, where a lot has happened. After having her heart broken by Brock, that very same night, Jillian was at the wrong place, at the wrong time, and almost lost her life to a stranger with a gun. After six years, she is finally starting to get her life back together, when Brock suddenly enters her life again. Friendship turns into so much more, but is it worth the possibility of getting hurt once again?
Fire in You was a book I was unable to put down. Jillian's story ws heartbreaking in so many ways. Her obvious love for Brock being unrequited was heartbreaking (who hasn't been there, right?), and how their friendship imploded left a bitter taste in my mouth. I kinda hated Brock in that moment. Then to be shot? Ugh. Painful for Jillian, who was hurt in so many ways. Painful for Brock, even, because despite making horrible choices that night, he knew he did wrong. I just don't think it truly hit him until Jillian almost died. Fire in You had a little bit of everything, and I honestly couldn't stop reading until Jillian found some happiness. One thing I didn't like, was the ending. I wish we had a little bit ... more. While we got updates on each and every couple, I was left wanting ... more. Especially for Brock and Jill.
Let's talk about Jillian. She is probably the one character I relate the most too. I think one of the most painful things is to love someone so deeply, and not have it returned. To not be truly appreciated. She is obviously incredibly loyal. And talk about strong. She suffered a gunshot wound. A horrific one. One that caused lasting disabilities. While it took time, she persevered. She left a job she hated to finally work a job she always wanted. She put herself out in the dating world again. She started standing up for herself. Even with Brock. Now Brock ... I have to admit, he is not my favorite guy in the Wait for You series. Obviously, he smartens up, and ends up seeing what was always in front of him, but I can't help but be disappointed in some of his actions. By the end of the book, his strength of character greatly improved, and while not even on my top ten list of Jennifer Armentrout's male love interests, as our favorite stripper psychic says, he is worth it now. I gotta say, the chemistry is wonderful between the two of them.
Fire In You is not just a romance. It's a story of a young woman picking up the pieces of her life, and learning not to settle for less than she deserves. It's an important lesson for every women, hell, every person, needs to learn, really. Jillian's arc throughout this novel is a good one. While the ending was a bit rushed for my taste, I do consider it a happy ending, because, yes, while her and Brock do end up together, and in love, she finds happiness within herself as well.
Jill arguing with her cat about eating the food already in his bowl
Jill's reaction to finding out Brock was her boss
Brock kissing Jill's cheek after telling her not to hide her smile
Brock promising that he was going to deserve everything Jill has done and still does for him.
Dinner with Cam/Avery and Jase/Tess
The middle of the night make out
Brock crashing Jill's date
Jill's family reacting to Jill and Brock being together
Jill and Brock going back to Mona's, and everyone's updates!!!
The Saint Sebastian necklace.
Sexy times ...
Jill and Brock telling each other they loved one another
Where to Buy
Jill: "There's food in the bowl. You can eat the dry kibble and it won't hurt you."
As I turned around, Rhage hopped off the island and pranced out into the living room, his furry butt high in the air. A second later I heard one of the thick pillar candles hit the floor and roll across it.
Jill: "Ass. You're eating the food in the bowl."
Another candle hit the floor.
Jill: "Throwing a temper tantrum is not going to get you anywhere."
Katie: "She knows what I'm saying. He treats her like a little sister/slave. He's not worth it. Not yet."
Brock: 'I don't think I've ever heard you use the word 'fuck' before. Well, there was the one time you tripped over your own feet and banged your knees off the pool deck. Pretty sure you yelled 'fuck' then."
Jill: "This is not happening."
Brock: "Actually, I think you yelled 'fuck' when your uncle Julio caught you trying to sneak out of the house. You remember that, right? You were trying to follow me -"
Jill: "You can stop with the walk down Fuck Lane."
Brock: "Rage? That's an interesting name."
Jill: "It's based on a vampire - a book character."
Brock: "Glad you clarified it was a book character."
Brock: "I don't know you anymore. I know the old Jillian. Could sit here all day and tell you about her, but this Jillian? I don't know her. But I want to. By the way, I want something to be clear between us. There is not a single moment in the last two weeks that I've looked at you and seen the little girl I used to throw in the pool. I see a woman - a beautiful woman. Don't tell yourself otherwise."
Brock: "You, on the other hand, look well rested. I'm guessing your date with that little guy didn't turn into a weekend adventure."
Jill: "My date with Grady went very well, thank you very much, and for the last time, he's not little."
Jill: "And how does one date turn into an entire weekend?"
He raised a brow
Brock: "Obviously you haven't been on a really good date then."
Heat blasted me cheeks.
Brock: "Because a really good date with me doesn't end with an art exhibit. A really good date won't end until the next night. Not until I've spent hours making sure it's the kind of date my woman never wants to end."
Jill: "The reason why I'm in your office is because I wanted to see you -"
Brock: "It's about time you admit that. Have I told you lately how much I like it when you wear your hair down?"
Brock: "I do. You have beautiful hair."
His jaw tightened
Brock: "Never noticed that before. You always had it pulled up, didn't you?"
Brock: "Yeah, that's right. Always pulled up. You've always been a pretty girl. I know I've said that to you before, but you've become such a beautiful woman."
Jill: "I'm just a girl, standing in front of an oven, asking it to hurry up and bake my pizza."
Brock: "I can't ... I can't remember the last time I saw you smile."
Brock: "Well, actually I do."
He dragged his thumb along my lower lip
Brock: "I remember."
My eyes closed as his thumb made another sweep.
Brock: "I know your smile now has to be as beautiful as it was before. Don't hide it, Jillian."
Brock: "Pumpkin spice. Still steaming."
I glanced from the cup to him.
Jill: "For me?"
Brock: "Do I look like a white girl in America? No. The pumpkin spice isn't for me."
"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell." - Joan Crawford
Brock: "Hey, you all right?"
Jill: "Yeah. I was ... You haven't been standing there long, have you?"
Brock: "Long enough."
Brock: "Sometimes you get that look on your face. Like you're a thousand miles away. As if you're someplace else. And I think I know where."
My eyes widened.
Brock: "And I've seen that look before."
His shoulders tensed
Brock: "Because I ... I put that look on your face before."
Jill: "I wasn't thinking about that. Not at all. I was just lost in thought. Seriously."
Brock: "You ... you never cease to amaze me."
I laughed nervously
Jill: "I'm not sure that's a good thing."
Brock: "You protect me."
Brock: "You protected me back then. And you are still doing it now, aren't you? You don't want me to think about that night, because you don't want me to be upset. Even thought I know it still fucks with you. It still fucks with me. It always fucks with me, but you were the one hurt. I was the one who screwed up, and yet you still try to protect me. And I don't deserve that. I sure as hell didn't deserve it then, and I still don't deserve it now."
Jill: "Brock .."
Brock: "But I'm going to change that. One day, one day real soon, I will change that. One day, one day real soon, I will change that."
Jase: "I know you guys were bereft without us, but we're back.
Jase: "I don't think bereft is the right word."
Brock: "You got water in the fridge?"
Jill: "I got water in the faucets, too."
Brock: "What, babe?"
I stared at the ceiling
Jill: "Is this ... is this weird that we're here, right now?"
I felt him shift, and then suddenly he was staring down at me.
Brock: "There's nothing weird about this. If anything, it's right."
My eyes searched his.
Jill: "Did you ... did you miss me this whole time? I missed you."
Brock: "Missed you every fucking day, Jillian, with every ounce of who I am"
Brock: "Jillian? Are you in there? I hope so. Because your cat is staring at me like he wants to be fed, and I feel like if I feed your cat, I'm crossing some kind of line."
Brock: "Now I want you to listen to me and I want you to listen real good. If you think for one second I can go around and pretend that I didn't have my fingers in you and you didn't come all around them, you have another thing coming."
Jill: "Oh my God!"
Horrified, I pressed my hands to me cheeks.
Jill: "Can you not be any cruder?"
Brock: "Crude? You sure as hell didn't have a problem fucking my hand last night -"
When he strode in, bringing my pumpkin spice latte, all I could think about was how his hand had felt against me, and I could feel my face burn like the seven circles of hell.
His lips twitched as he placed the cup on my desk.
Brock: "Good morning, Jillian."
Jill: "Good morning."
Brock: "How was your weekend?"
Jill: "Good. I just hung out at home. You?"
Brock: "Mostly boring. Except for Friday night and Saturday morning. That was far from boring."
Brock: "I remember sitting in this room, the nicest room I'd ever been in at the time, thinking I needed to leave. You know, that I didn't belong in this house. And then there was this quiet little knock on the door. I had no idea who it could be."
Grady: "It was you."
Grady said, brows raised as he glanced over at me.
Brock: "She brought me her teddy bear. What did you say when I opened the door and you shoved the furry old thing in my hands?"
Jill: "I said you looked like you needed a friend."
Brock wasn't smiling as he met my stare.
Brock: "She then ran off, going back to bed, I guess."
A faint smiled appeared
Brock: "I knew Andrew had a daughter. Even seen her a few times from a distance, but ... never expected she'd give me, complete stranger, a damn teddy bear. From that point on, we were close."
Grady: "I can tell."
Brock: "I've been her shadow ever since."
Brock: "Are you seriously going to pretend like you don't know why I would be here?"
Jill: "I don't know why."
Brock: "He's not what you want."
Brock: "I'll let you get back to your oh-so exciting nice date."
He slipped out of the booth; his gaze drifted over me.
Brock: "I really wish I could see the rest of you in this dress, because what I see so far is fucking amazing. You look beautiful."
My mouth continued to hang open.
Brock: "Have a nice evening."
Brock lifted his gaze and his lips parted.
A strange look crossed his chiseled features, like he was seeing something hidden for the first time. Something he knew always existed but was out of reach.
Brock: "You and that dress ... I knew you would look beautiful."
Jill: "I don't want to hear you say that. I don't even want to know that you think that."
Brock: "When did you get those curves, Jilly?"
Jill: "Oh, I don't know. When I was nineteen. But you didn't notice them then, did you?"
He shook his head, almost in wonder.
Brock: "I didn't want to notice."
My brows flew up
Jill: "You didn't want to? That makes no sense."
Brock: "It doesn't? You were Andrew Lima's little girl."
Jill: "I'm still his daughter, the last time I checked."
His gaze swept over me once more, starting at the tip of my head down to the pointy tips of my heels, then swept up again, lingering on my chest.
Brock: "But not so little anymore."
Jill: "Are you drunk?"
Brock: "I haven't touched drop of liquor since that night."
Brock: "Why in the hell is this inappro