Review for Bain (Undefeated Streak #1) by A.L. Wood


By A.L. Wood

New Adult Romance

Published 4-5-2015

Book Cover Photo by Furious Fotog

Design by No Sweat Graphics

Raised in an environment that exuded love, Bain couldn't understand why he felt so empty inside.

He had it all- a financially stable, successful career and the overwhelming support of his loved ones.

Rumer wasn't in need of saving. She didn't need his help.

She had gotten this far on her own...why accept a strangers obvious charity?

Bain wasn't trying to save her, nor was he donating his time freely.

Has Bain finally found his match in the ring of life?

Can Rumer crush his undefeated streak?

Kim's Review

A.L. Wood's "Bain" is the first tale in the Undefeated Streak series. Bain has his world turned upside down. Can one, sassy woman bring him back from the brink of loneliness even though he is constantly surrounded by people? What happens when he gets hurt doing the one thing he loves? Can he heal from his past hurt and move forward? Will his feelings for Rumer bring him out of his funk? Find out in part one of this awesome story!!!

5 out of 5 stars





An inkling, that’s how it always starts. Something that can’t be seen—only felt—hardens

into knots in your gut. It catches you off-guard, unaware as to why you feel that way. You start

to question everything around you. You wonder what’s going to go off like a bomb because this

feeling always comes back to something bad. I couldn’t have predicted that the something bad

was going to be horrific…no one could have known.

Yes, the possibilities are endless as to what could cause the feeling of my stomach

sinking, the nausea that threatens to expel what I ate earlier for lunch. I don’t expect a phone

call as I stand in line at airport security to change my life forever—to cause irreversible damage.

“Lawson, what’s up?”

“You need to meet me at your place, immediately.” I hear Lawson say over the line in a

haunting tone.

“You know I can’t, I’m headed to Vegas. Remember, the meeting you set up?”

“Bain, that can wait—this can’t. Please, I can’t explain over the phone.”

Something about Lawson’s tone tells me I shouldn’t argue, that he needs me to just shut

my mouth and do as he asks. He wouldn’t have called me without reason.

Even while running out of the airport and hailing a cab with my baggage in hand, I don’t

recognize the sickening twist of my stomach to be a sign of what’s about to come.

Tossing money to the cab driver, I haul ass into Sara’s and my apartment. The door

opens as I approach it and Lawson’s face greets me. His eyes are drawn downward, looking

away from me.

It’s bad.

I know it is.

“Tell me.”

His eyes meet mine and he breaks. Fucking folds right in half like his weight is too much

to hold up underneath the stress of whatever it is he has to tell me.

My gut. The feeling.

This is why. This moment right here—it’s going to define my life.

“There’s been an accident…we need to get to hospital. I’m driving us.”



My world. My life. The reason I’m doing what I do with such devotion.

“What?” I pause and my thoughts leave me. I stumble back, falling on my ass on my

front porch. I just…this can’t be real.

This isn’t real.

It’s just a horrible nightmare that I’m bound to wake up from at any minute.


“Bain, get in my truck. Now,” Lawson says with renewed strength.

I stare at him, one million questions on the tip of my tongue.

I couldn’t tell you about the drive from the apartment to the hospital. My last memory

was falling on my ass. My second is falling to my knees in the emergency room foyer.

No one has to tell me that someone has died.

I can read it on every single one of their faces.

Griffin, Jade, Mom, Dad. They all look to me with empathy—maybe even pity. They’re as

lost as I am.

I haven’t shed a tear since I was twelve because men don’t cry. Okay, I shed a few when

Samantha was born, but no one saw so it didn’t count.

Today, though, I shed more than just a tear. I drown in them. My breath is stolen, my

throat constricts, and my heart shatters into fragments.

When I manage to find my voice, I ask the question I don’t want the answer to. I brace

myself for the impact the loss is about to attack me with.

“Who?” I whisper into the air.

It’s Lawson who tells me.

The only one with enough strength to carry us both through this nightmare.


I scream at the world.

I break at the suffering, sobbing.

I shake in pain.

This is too much for one person to handle.

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