When I first heard that author M.Clarke would be doing a spin-off to the Something Great Series, I wasn't sure about it. How was she going to top Max & Jenna? In my mind there was no topping off their story. Matt & Becky were wonderful and I loved them too, but the reign belonged to Max & Jenna. So I finally got a copy of Something Amazing. I was a bit nervous that I wasn't going to like it (and I love all her books.) Boy was I wrong! Not only did the author did great and wonderful job with the series, the spin-off lived up to its name. It definitely was something amazing! I really loved this book so much! It was full of surprises where I didn't expected them. I laughed, and of course I cried. It was sexy, romantic, and magical, and above all...AMAZING! So be ready to fall in love with Jax & Rachel I did! Janie/Crossangels Blogger
From the Inside Flap
"It's raining," Stacey said out loud all of a sudden.
Rain splashed on us, only it wasn't rain.
"Did you see me, Hendrix?" A deep, manly voice asked, causing all sorts of tingles in me just from the sound of his voice.
"Ugh." Hendrix wiped his face and gave each of us a towel. "Must you flip your hair and shake like a dog? No, I didn't see you." He sounded annoyed, then softened his tone when he turned to us. "I was too busy staring at these two beautiful ladies in front of me. One that is off limits and the other one that needs a lot of hands on."
Stacey blushed and giggled like a schoolgirl. Since my back was to this stranger, my face didn't get as wet as theirs, but when I peered up after I wiped myself off...holy shit! It was the guy from the swimming pool.
Our eyes locked for the first time, but neither of us looked away. In fact, his dark chocolate eyes grew, and small dimples appeared on both of his cheeks when his lips curled wider. His stare was so strong and intense that he might as well have fucked me with it. All sorts of butterflies fluttered in my stomach and spread to every nerve in my body, sending electrifying tingles everywhere. And seeing stubble along his strong jawline produced another shudder within me.
"Hi there." His grin got wider and hotter. "Sorry about that." He sounded sincere. When he leaned closer to my ear, my heart drummed faster, and I lost my breath. Heat infused through me, and I was trying really hard to compose myself. Before I could move away, he whispered slowly and sensually, "Did I make you wet? I can fix that for you." His words came out hot and playful, intended only for me to hear, each word accentuated with warm puffs in my ear.
I wanted to say yes as my body gravitated toward him when he backed away. His words traveled down to my sex, where he had already made me wet from the first sight of him. I wanted more of this feeling, but quickly snapped out of the trance when a warm breeze took the place where he had stood.
What the hell just happened? He did not ask me that question. Cocky! Knowing there was a double entendre behind those words, I shot my eyes down without answering only to see him shirtless. That was a huge mistake. Droplets of water streamed down from his hair, falling to his tanned broad shoulders, to his ripped chest, down to his six-pack abs, and stopping at the low waistband of his black swim trunks. If his body looked like this, I wondered how hard and long he would be under the swim trunks. Continuous naughty thoughts filled my mind. Seeing such a sight was like peaking for an orgasm, but unable to reach it...mind boggling torture.
My insides twitched and my nipples hardened instantly. While my body gravitated toward him, my mind engaged in thoughts of how he could take me on the bar. My body wanted him, but I wasn't going to be swooned by this arrogant stranger who was bold enough to ask me that question at our first meeting.
Holding a long surfboard with his left hand, the other extended for me to shake. That arm was tattooed with what appeared to be waves of the ocean. Thick black lines weaved up and down, coinciding with the second and third line. In fact, it was not the only tattoo. I was sure of that when I saw a glimpse of something near his waistband...the waistband my dirty mind imagined pulling down.
I had never dated a guy with a tattoo, but I had always been fascinated by guys that had them. When I had asked a few, there was always a special story to tell, so I wondered what his was.
"My name is Jackson, but some people call me Jax."
I hated that even his name added another tremor to the depth of my core. "Rachel," I murmured. However, I wasn't sure he'd heard it. When I didn't shake his hand, Stacey poked my thigh. What the hell? I finally offered him my hand.