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'sraining," 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 voiceasked, causing all sorts of tingles in me just from the sound of his voice.
"Ugh." Hendrix wiped his face and gaveeach of us a towel. "Must you flip your hair and shake like a dog? No, I didn'tsee you." He sounded annoyed, then softened his tone when he turned to us. "Iwas too busy staring at these two beautiful ladies in front of me. One that isoff 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, butwhen I peered up after I wiped myself off...holy shit! It was the guy from theswimming pool.
Our eyes locked for the first time, butneither of us looked away. In fact, his dark chocolate eyes grew, and smalldimples appeared on both of his cheeks when his lips curled wider. His starewas so strong and intense that he might as well have fucked me with it. Allsorts of butterflies fluttered in my stomach and spread to every nerve in mybody, sending electrifying tingles everywhere. And seeing stubble along hisstrong 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, myheart drummed faster, and I lost my breath. Heat infused through me, and I wastrying really hard to compose myself. Before I could move away, he whisperedslowly and sensually, "Did I make you wet? I can fix that for you." His wordscame out hot and playful, intended only for me to hear, each word accentuatedwith warm puffs in my ear.
I wanted to say yes as my body gravitated towardhim when he backed away. His words traveled down to my sex, where he hadalready 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 wherehe had stood.
Whatthe hell just happened? He did notask me that question. Cocky! Knowing there was a double entendre behindthose 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, fallingto his tanned broad shoulders, to his ripped chest, down to his six-pack abs, andstopping at the low waistband of his black swim trunks. If his body looked likethis, I wondered how hard and long he would be under the swim trunks. Continuousnaughty thoughts filled my mind. Seeing such a sight was like peaking for anorgasm, 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 hecould take me on the bar. My body wanted him, but I wasn't going to be swoonedby this arrogant stranger who was bold enough to ask me that question at our firstmeeting.
Holding a long surfboard with his left hand, theother extended for me to shake. That arm was tattooed with what appeared to bewaves of the ocean. Thick black lines weaved up and down, coinciding with thesecond and third line. In fact, it was not the only tattoo. I was sure of thatwhen I saw a glimpse of something near his waistband...the waistband my dirtymind imagined pulling down.
I had never dated a guy with a tattoo, but I hadalways been fascinated by guys that had them. When I had asked a few, there wasalways a special story to tell, so I wondered what his was.
"My name is Jackson, but some people call meJax."
I hated that even his name added another tremor tothe depth of my core. "Rachel," I murmured. However, I wasn't sure he'd heardit. When I didn't shake his hand, Stacey poked my thigh. What the hell? I finallyoffered him my hand.