Boozer, brawler, ladies’ man – nineteen-year-old Harris Derwent is not a good guy.
His one attempt to play the hero – helping out his old flame, Rachel Watts – has landed him in hospital. Now injured, broke, and unemployed, he’s stuck back in the country, at his father’s mercy. Harris needs to pay off his dad’s debts, and fast. But working as a runner for a drug cartel is a dangerous path – especially if Harris agrees to narc…
Here it is, the review where I shamelessly drop that I've now met Ellie Marney twice. We talked about pens. I felt cool by association.
No Limits has its own backstory (how meta!) about a publishing company that didn't want to take a risk on a book about older characters that dealt with the ice industry in rural Australia and an author who was too awesome to give up. I could talk about it forever, but I'm not going to, because Ellie Marney did it better.
So instead of repeating what everyone else has already said better, I'm going to ramble on for a while about how this book made me feel.
