Thursday, December 10, 2015

Ruck by Holly S. Roberts

Title: Ruck
Series: The Completion Series
Author: Holly S. Roberts
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2015

Ruck me, maul me, make me scrum. Rugby is back and so is bad boy, Van Stelson. Love him or hate him, he’s decided that his brother’s happily married life might be what he’s missing.

It’s cold and miserable in Colt, Ohio and the single ladies need a hot male body to heat up their long, lonely nights. But now, Van’s taking a good long look at his friend, Danny. She’s dynamite on a rugby field and his go-to partner when he needs a drinking buddy. She’s not his usual type—dainty, feminine, or curvy. She’s athletic and independent and wants nothing sexually to do with the town’s playboy. Drinking him under the table and listening to his deepest, darkest secrets is another story.

Just friends. Can friendship build into something more without breaking hearts or will Van ruck it up again?

“Ruck is a quick story about not seeing what is right in front of your eyes. But for a quick read, is packed a hell of a punch.” ~ BJ’s Book Blog

“Ruck is a short and sweet 4 star read. I love a good story of friends becoming lovers and Holly S. Roberts did a great job of setting up the perfect friends to lovers couple.” ~Author Cassandra Lawson
“The author did such a great job with Van's POV you just want more. Nice little friends to more romance. Fantastic ending.” ~Goodreads Reviewer

I was so excited to get this book. I have read all the other book in this series and loved them.  I enjoy Holly's writing style and knew this would be a book I would enjoy. Ruck can be read as a standalone but I really recommend reading Kick first. It will help you to understand some of the back story you will encounter in Ruck.

We first met Van Stelson in Kick. Let's just say I did not like him much. He was an arrogant playboy who really annoyed me. I decided I wanted to give him a chance to redeem himself so I picked up Ruck. He didn't disappoint. Deep down Van really is a good guy. He may come across as a pompus ass but once you get to the root of him, he's super sweet. Almost too sweet.

Danny Brighton is the girl Van never knew he wanted. She was his best friend and he enjoyed the banter between the two of them. The thing I love about Holly's writings is that she always writes a down to earth, normal heroine. Danny was beautiful but not the barbie doll type of beautiful. She most definitely was not the type of girl Van went for.

Ruck is the story of best friends to lovers. It is a quick read. While enjoyable, it was very predictable. I enjoyed the aspect of Danny not instantly giving in. She made Van work for it and I loved that. I wish we would have gotten more back story on Danny though. We only got the top layer when so much more could have been done with the story and character. I understand that this is a novella, I just wish it was a full novel. Overall, I enjoyed Van's story. In the end, I ended up falling in love with him. Just as I do with each character Holly writes.

The Completion Series is one of my favorite's. I'm a sucker for a good sports romance and this series is perfect for that. I hope that Holly keeps there series up, Hockey maybe? Or Soccer?

I have absolutely LOVED The Completion Series. Every book can be read as a standalone. Ruck can as well however I think to enjoy it to it’s fullest you need to read Kick which is where we were introduced to Van and Danny.
Ruck is a friends to lover’s story. Both Van and Danny are both Rugby stars. it’s their life. Van is a classic man whore and did anything in a skirt. Danny sat back and watched him take home all these awful women over the years secretly wanting it to be her.
The banter and take no prisoners friendship these had was enjoyable to read. However, the story was not as great as some of the others in the series. This one unfortunately fell flat for me. I was so looking forward to Van’s book and I was left a bit disappointed. It was however nice to see Van’s more gentler side and watch him fall in love. It was awesome to see Cami and Joel, Van’s brother from Kicked and how their relationship progressed.

I will continue reading this series and other books published by Holly Roberts. I do love her storytelling. 

“We’re going to do this my way, Van.” She stops me so my back is to the couch. Her fingers go to the button of my jeans.

Okay, so no more yelling. She’s staring into my eyes and, with no uncertainty, she moves to my zipper and slowly lowers it inch by delectable inch.

“Danny,” I say on a groan as one hand slips inside my boxers and she wraps her fingers around me. I start lifting her shirt, but her other hand grips mine and stops me.

“My way.” The fire in her eyes has turned to steel. She removes her hand, jerks the front of my boxers down, and her fingers are back.

Fuck me, there’s no way I’ll argue at this point.

“Have a seat, lover boy.” She gives me a solid push back.

There’s something in her tone and eyes that my brain can’t quite grasp. My dick doesn’t have the same problem. It’s at attention and growing larger by the second. Danny’s strong, but there’s no chance of her pushing me down unless I allow it. My back hits the hard back of the sofa as Danny sinks to her knees.

Fuck me sideways.

She kneels up a bit, and her tongue extends and runs over the tip of my cock.

“Shit, Danny, what the hell?” It’s not really a question, because if she stops I don’t know what I’ll do. Her tongue takes the air from my lungs, and the next second I release a growl as she closes her mouth over the head. Her tongue is still working and I feel its slick surface as she twirls it around. I move back farther against the sofa and her eyes rise to mine.

Holy fucking God, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ve had more blow jobs than I can count on my fingers and toes. It’s her large brown eyes, staring at me as her mouth works my dick. She slides down my cock slowly and her cheeks suck in. She makes every other blow job fly right out of my head. She’s watching me and, for a few seconds, I close my eyes, fighting the need to come within thirty seconds of her going down on me. When I open them again, she starts using her hand up and down my length, opposite to the rhythm of her mouth. I want her hair loose. I want it surrounding her face and brushing my thighs. Another time. There’s no way in hell I’m changing anything about this.

She takes her hand away and uses just her mouth as her fingers go to the waist of my jeans and boxers. She pulls and I lift up, so they slide under me while she pushes them down my legs. She takes advantage, and cups my balls with one hand and returns the other to my cock.

I’m losing it when all I want is for this to continue for an eternity. Her fingers, her mouth, her tongue consume me. Within too short a time, the well-known tightening of my balls can’t be denied.

“Fuck, Danny, I’m there, pull back,” I groan in a way I’ve never heard leave my mouth.

She has my dick halfway down her throat and a rumble of need growls inside her throat, which sends me over the edge. The pulse of my seed shoots, and she’s there to take it. All of it. My hips buck. Her eyes are closed now, and I finally lean my head back against the sofa and close mine.

USA Today Best-Selling Author Holly S. Roberts makes her home high in the Arizona Mountains with her husband and two spoiled dogs. She writes steamy contemporary romance as Holly, paranormal romance as D’Elen McClain, and mystery and adventure as retired police detective Suzie Ivy. You can find out more about her and her multiple personalities at

The Slam Tavern is already crowded when we arrive. I help Danny from the truck, but resist putting my arm around her to help her walk. I’ve pushed my luck already and I don’t need a black eye to match hers.

The cheers go up when we enter the tavern. A huge smile replaces the look of pain on Danny’s face and I take a second look. Maybe it’s the bandage and the bruise that bring Danny’s features to my attention. She has a really nice smile that lights up her eyes. No one should look that good with a bandage and bruise, but Danny carries it and it fits her tough-girl style.

As she greets her friends and takes high-fives, I take a third look. She’s attractive. Not my kind of attractive, but pretty is too mild and beautiful too far in the other direction. Some might refer to Danny as gangly, but after watching her on a rugby field with a ball in her hands, that flies out the window. She even walks like a jock. It’s more of a stride, without all the hip movement most girls use, and she swings her long arms to match her gait. I’ve never seen her fancied up in more than jeans and a loose tee. I can’t even picture her in a dress or, God forbid, heels. Her jeans and tees are never tight. With a large, beige Carhartt jacket during the winter, she’s pretty much shapeless. In hotter weather, she forgoes the jeans and jacket for baggy knee-length shorts and more loose tees. She’s wearing the tee, jeans, and jacket tonight, with her signature ponytail keeping the hair pulled back from her face.

She’s gazing away from me, and my eyes travel to her breasts that I can just make out inside the gape of her jacket. She has breasts, but the actual size of them is beyond me. I give her profile a thorough eye. It’s nice. Her body is large for a woman, but proportionate. I wonder why I’ve never looked at her as a possible hook-up. Then I give a small shake of my shaggy head. I can’t believe I’m thinking about Danny this way. Come on, Van, I tell myself. You need to get laid, and damned soon.


1 comment:

  1. Thank you for being part of the Ruck blog tour! Hockey next, but shhh ;-)