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Blurb
That
moment your life changes.
That
moment that changes your life.
That
moment you love someone more than you love yourself.
That
was the moment we gave our son up for adoption and the moment I was left bare.
A wide-open space that would forever be empty.
There
are moments that define you as a person, moments that prove just how strong you
are, moments you push yourself to keep going forward when all you really want
to do is give up. It was in one of those moments when I reached out and found
him waiting for me.
When
Shelby Calder left home fifteen years ago, she never planned on returning to
the Alaskan town she left behind. But after the death of her grandfather and a
bitter divorce, she hopes going home will be a fresh start for her and her
ten-year-old son.
Zach
Watters has made a lot of mistakes in his life. But when he sees Shelby Calder,
looking more beautiful than ever, standing outside her childhood home, he
promises himself that letting her go won't be a mistake he ever makes again.
Some
things never change and love is one of them.
My Review
Excerpt
“Then why did you
marry her?” I ask, wondering if I’m really ready to go there with him, but it’s
too late to change my mind. The question is out, and as much as I don’t want to
know the answer, I need to know the
answer.
“I wanted my kids to
have what I didn’t. I believed that, with time, we could find a way to be
happy.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t
talk about this,” I say, changing my mind as nausea and jealousy turn my
stomach.
“You loved your ex,
baby. I know you did. I didn’t have that. I wanted it but never had it with her
or anyone else since you.”
“Please stop.” Feeling
tears burn the back of my eyes for him, I close them tight. Max and I were
happy and in love in the beginning, and I hate knowing Zach never had that… the
kids didn’t see or feel that.
“I wish my past didn’t
hurt you so much. I’m sorry for hurting you the way I have. If I could take
your pain away, I would.” He gathers me against him and tucks my head under his
chin.
“As sad as it makes me,
I wish you would have had that with her or someone else,” I say, and his arms
tighten so much that my lungs compress.
“I don’t,” he growls.
“What?” I wheeze, and
he loosens his grip just enough for me to take a breath.
“I don’t want to think
about what would have happened if I had been with her or someone else when you
came back. I don’t want to face that demon inside of me that knows what I would
have done.”
“Zach—”
“I’ve been in love
with you for almost eighteen years. I carried your missing pieces around inside
me for that long, Shelby. I know it would have made me an asshole, but there is
only one you. You’re the only place I’ve ever called home.” His voice is thick
with emotion, and that wound inside of me fills up a little bit more. I hate
his words, but a part of me is relieved he feels that way, that he feels so
deeply for me.
“There’s been a wide
open space inside me since we placed Samuel and I left you behind. But, from
the moment I came back, it’s slowly been filling up.”
He goes quiet at my
words. Several moments pass before he speaks again. “One day, that space will
be full. I swear, with everything I have in me, I will make sure it’s
overflowing and that you never feel empty again.”
About the Author:
Aurora
Rose Reynolds is a navy brat who's husband served in the United States Navy.
She has lived all over the country but now resides in New York City with her
Husband and pet fish. She's married to an alpha male that loves her as much as
the men in her books love their women. He gives her over the top inspiration
everyday. In her free time she reads, writes and enjoys going to the movies
with her husband and cookie. She also enjoys taking mini weekend vacations to
nowhere, or spends time at home with friends and family. Last but not least she
appreciates everyday and admires it's beauty.
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The Cad and the Co-Ed
by L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid
Rugby #3
Publication Date: TBA
Genres: New Adult, Contmporary, Romance, Humor
THE CAD
Bryan Leech is a cad.
Or, he *was* a cad.
No one is quite certain.
Once the quintessential playboy, Bryan claims he’s done with wild parties and weekend benders. No more one night stands leading to mornings he can’t remember; no more binges and blackouts; no more exploits plastered all over the tabloids and rag sheets. According to Bryan, he’s cleaning up his act.
The only problem is, no one believes him.
THE CO-ED
Eilish Cassidy never thought she’d be a mother at nineteen or still in college at twenty-four. Cut off from every member of her family except her favorite cousin, she’s finally managed put her life back together. Stronger and wiser, Eilish enters her last semester of university determined to stand on her own. Now she just needs to find an internship.
The only problem is, her best option—by far—places her directly in the path of her son’s father, and he doesn’t remember her at all.
THE PLAN
Bryan is determined to prove he’s changed. Eager to settle down with the right woman, he’s got his sights set on the gorgeous redhead who seems terribly familiar.
Eilish is determined to hide her secret. She’ll do anything to keep her child safe, even if that means ignoring her own wishes and desires.
But what happens when Bryan starts to remember? And what will it take for Bryan to convince the girl he forgot that she’s unforgettable?
About L.H. Cosway
L.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favorite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books. She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.About Penny Reid
SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing). By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.Giveaway
I feel like
I should start this review by saying I AM AN IDIOT. I was so excited to read
this book and then I saw a “review” for it on Goodreads saying a lot of
horrible things about the book and I bought it. I let it contaminate my pure
joy of being awarded an ARC from an author I worship. I looked at the book with
a heap of dread and put off reading it. Then I cried to my poor husband and he
set me straight. He reminded me how much I love Aurora, how amazing her alphas
have always been and how much I was looking forward to this book. So with a lot
of trepidation I sat down and started this book.
So now I
will tell you how perfect this novel was and why you need to drop everything
and read this book right now.
Life is hard
and we all deal with the challenges it throws at us in our own different ways
and Shelby dealt with her challenges by leaving behind everything that reminded
her of the heartbreak. And life went on and her and Zach moved on and dealt
with it all in their own ways. Until the death of her grandfather gives her the
opportunity to return home with her son.
As soon as
Zach see’s Shelby he knows he can’t make the same mistakes he made in the past
by letting her out of his life again. In true Aurora Rose Reynolds style Zach
was a perfect over the top alpha who went after her without reserve. God I
loved him, he was all that I have come to expect from an Aurora alpha and I was
so dying for him and Shelby to get the beautiful life that they deserved.
This was an awesome book about love and life and you really have no excuses not to go out
and grab it right now.
STRIPPED DOWN
By Emma Hart
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What do you get when you mix a bottle of tequila, a single mom moonlighting as a stripper, and her sinfully sexy boss with an impulsive side?
Married. You get married.
Rich. Demanding. Hot. Crazy.
That was Beckett Cruz in a nutshell.
Not to mention wild, determined, dangerous, and forbidden.
He was my boss—and, after a drunken moment of insanity, my new husband.
An annulment was impossible... so was keeping him.
I was taking my daughter and leaving, determined to give her a quieter life.
But Beckett Cruz had never taken no for an answer.
And he wasn't about to take mine.
What happens in Vegas... might just keep you there.
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EXCERPT
“Beck?” I managed to get his name out just before he opened the front door.
“Yeah?” He spun back to face me, his dark eyes unreadable.
I
turned my face to the side so I could see him fully. “You don't have to
go,” I said softly. “You can stay. Only if you want to though.”
He
rubbed his hand down his face, his eyes never leaving mine, then walked
back into the kitchen toward me. I stood up away from the fridge as he
stopped right next to me.
Slowly,
he touched his hand to my face, his fingertips teasing my hairline. His
dark gaze searched mine, and my heart jumped into my throat as the
usual tingles his touch sparked danced down my neck. Then, he slid his
hand into my hair, allowing the blonde strands to fall away from his
fingertips.
“Do
I want to go home to my big-ass house with its cold emptiness?” he
asked in a low voice. “Or go to the club where half the girls there
still see me as a mountain to be conquered? Not particularly, Blondie.
I'd rather stay here. Even if there will be a demand for movies and
water and foot rubs from a tiny, sick person.”
“You
can.” My voice was quiet, like his. Even if my internal screams from
self-preservation and vulnerability were deafeningly loud as they told
me I was a fool, that he had to go, that this would never be enough for
him.
“Do you want me to?” His question was... honest.
Raw.
Hesitant.
Like he didn't want me to answer.
“Do
I want you to stay here in my tiny house so my daughter can fall more
in love with you than she already is? Not really. But...” Don't be a fool, Cassie. Don't admit you want him to stay. He's just going to hurt you. “I don't exactly want you to go either.”
“For her, or for you?”
“I don't want to answer that question.”
“If I kissed you right now, would you ram your knee into my cock?”
“I'd briefly consider it, but I probably wouldn't do it.”
His lips twitched to the side. “You just answered the question.”
Then,
of course, he cupped the back of my head, and he kissed me. It was
slow, sweet, gentle. And I didn't consider kneeing him in the balls for a
single second.
Beck
pulled back and trailed his hand down my arm before he finally let me
go. “I'm going home to get changed and then come back. Do you need
anything while I'm gone? For CiCi? You?”
“I
don't...” I sighed and chewed back my pride. “I meant to go to the
store today after work to get some stuff like bread, milk... important
stuff. But now I can't.”
“I can get it. Just tell me what you need.”
I
bit the inside of my lip, then nodded. “Okay. Let me write it down.” I
walked through into the front room with him hot on my heels and grabbed
the notebook and pen from under the coffee table. A few things were
already scrawled down, so I added a couple more things, including more
medicine. I tore the sheet off the notebook, stood, then gave it to
Beck. “Let me get my wallet.”
He grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “I'm not taking your money.”
I lifted my gaze to his. “You can't pay for my groceries.”
“I can and I will.”
“You can't and you won't.”
“I can and I will.”
“You can't and you won't.”
“I
can do this all day, baby. I'm stubborn as fuck.” His eyes told me he
wasn't lying. “And we all know I'm a brat about the word no. So, I can, I
will, and I'm going to. If I can't help you by buying a measly eight
items, I'm an asshole who shouldn't be allowed around other people.”
“You can't buy my groceries,” I repeated. It was a lame argument. I was going to lose, but I'd fight until I went down.
Beck's
eyes twinkled as he leaned in. “Don't worry. If you really want to pay
me back, I'll take a blow job. I imagine your lips around my cock will
be a pretty good thank you.”
My jaw dropped as he backed off with a wink.
“Mouth open already, Cassie? Enthusiasm. I like that.”
I snapped my jaw shut and glared at him. “You're a dirty pig.”
“I
know. But I've got fifty bucks that says you'll be sucking my dick by
bedtime. If you don't agree...” He shrugged one shoulder, his lips
curved in that dangerous smirk.
“If you're lucky, I'll bite it.”
“I'll take that as I'm in for a good time.”
One more wink, complete with expanding grin, and he was gone.
Motherfucking asshole.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
By
day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma
Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little
monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she
fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma
is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and
fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects
involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a
sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a
whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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So it’s no secret I absolutely loved Stripped Bare
so as soon as I found out Beck was getting his own book I was jumping up and
down begging to have my dirty little hands all over it. But I was pretty sure
there was no way Emma Hart could pull off another story as good as Stripped
Bare about strippers.
Then I heard Beck’s story was going to feature a
single mum and my hopes got even higher, but then I was scared I would expect too
much and be disappointed. But then I started reading it and I just lifted my
head and realised I have finished it and a whole heap of time has passed and
damn did Emma Hart nail it.
If you read Stripped Bare first you have a feel for
who Beck is and other than the fact he is sweet to Mia he kind of seemed like a
bit of a pig. If you haven’t read Stripped Bare first, don’t panic you really
don’t need to as it has no bearing on this story you just missed out on an
awesome read and a tiny bit of info on Beck that isn’t really relevant to this
story.
First I should say Beck wasn’t at all what I was
expecting him to be. I think it might be my own personal bias that I was
expecting him to be the one reluctant about his sudden marriage especially when
he found out about the six year old complication he had also now signed up for.
But nope he was all in and he was so sweet and caring that I felt like
screaming at Cass.
Not that Cass did anything I can’t understand. I
mean seriously who wouldn’t freak out waking up next to the man-whore owner of
the strip club your ashamed you have to work in and finding out you married
him. I not only got her fears and reticence I fully supported them, but oh my
god did Beck go above and beyond in the sexy and sweet departments.
Of course you
can’t be surprised that the star of the show was Cass’s beautiful daughter and
of course seeing Mia and West was a great bonus.
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Blurb
Cade Hall has always been the golden boy of
the gridiron. Because of his talent at football, coupled with his father’s
wealth, he’s always gotten his way. But when a night of drunken debauchery
lands him in hot water with the college athletic board, neither his influential
father nor his charming grin can save him. Cade finds it a total buzz kill when
he is sentenced to community service with troubled youth at an inner-city
shelter. But his nightmare is only beginning when his greatest high school
regret is the very one in charge of the program, and she has him by the balls
in more ways than one.
For Avery Prescott, senior year was a
nightmare of epic proportions, and Cade Hall played the lead villain. After she
fled her small town for college in the bright lights of Atlanta, she thought
she had escaped the painful memories of her past. She never could have imagined
Cade would waltz through the door of the outreach program she presided over.
But Avery has news for Cade—she isn’t the same shy, doormat of a girl she was
in high school. Since she holds Cade's football future in her hands, she’s more
than ready to make payback a real bitch.
Will they stay in the defensive zone or
discover that sometimes life's greatest lessons are learned the hard way?
My Review
Excerpt
“Is this one of those old-timey
record players?”
“A Victrola,” I answered as I joined
him.
Cade snapped his fingers. “That’s
right. There was one of these at my grandparents’ house.” He eyed the
contraption curiously. “Does it work?”
“Sure.” I set my cup down before
winding up the crank. Then I placed the needle on the record, and a slow
instrumental tune came out of the Victrola’s horn. At Cade’s groan, I grinned.
“Not a fan of classical music?”
“No. It’s more about the fact that
it’s one of Strauss’s waltzes.”
Cocking my brows at him, I asked,
“You know Strauss?”
With a snort, Cade said, “Don’t look
so surprised, and no, I didn’t learn about him in Harlington’s music
appreciation class either.”
I held up my hands. “I wasn’t
alluding to anything.”
“Yes, you were alluding, as you say,
to the stereotype of me being an uncivilized jock,” Cade teased in a
snooty-sounding voice.
“I’m sorry. I’ve got to stop doing
that. You really are so much more than a jock.”
He swept his hand to his heart.
“Why, thank you.”
“So tell me how you know Strauss.”
“I have waltzed at ten cotillions
and three debutante balls.”
“Wow. That’s quite impressive.”
“What about you?”
“I’ve never been to a cotillion or
deb ball.”
“No, I mean, haven’t you ever
waltzed before?”
I laughed. “Oh yeah, I often
practice my dance skills out in the corn.”
“Every lady should know how to
dance.”
“But I’m not a lady.”
Cade smiled. “Yeah. You are.” When I
started to protest, he said, “Money and position aren’t what make a lady. It’s
what’s inside you that counts.”
His words and his tone caused the
breath to wheeze out of my lungs. Just when I thought he couldn’t surprise me
any more with the things he said, he went and said something like that. “Thank
you,” I finally mumbled.
“You’re welcome.” The world seemed
to slow to a crawl around us as we stood there staring at each other. The sound
of Cade clapping his hands together caused me to jump. “Okay. One waltz lesson
coming up.”
“I’m going to warn you that you’re
probably going to regret this. I’m the worst dancer ever.”
“How can anyone who plays the piano
suck at dancing?”
“I’m not sure how it’s possible, but
trust me, it is.”
Cade laughed. “We’ll see.”
A tingling jolt of electricity shot
through me when Cade took one of my hands in his. After he put his other hand
on the small of my back, he drew me closer to him. Even with all the times I
had sat next to him while we worked on our project, I hadn’t been this close.
“Now you put your other hand on my
shoulder.”
“Okay.”
“Step back with your left foot and
then bring your right to the side.” After I followed Cade’s lead, he said, “Now
bring your left foot to your right, and then step forward with your right.”
My mind spun as I frantically tried
processing Cade’s instructions. Somehow it managed to click together, and I
followed his lead. “Hey, you’ve got it,” he remarked with a smile.
“It’s not because of me—it must be
the teacher.” I glanced up at him and smiled. “Sports, brains, and dancing;
you’re really a true triple threat.”
“You forgot devastating good looks
and charm.”
I grinned. “Does that make you a
quintuple threat?”
“Make it a sextuple threat if you
throw in the money.”
“I should have known you’d find a
way to have ‘sex’ in your title.”
Cade threw his head back and
laughed. “Always busting my balls, Prescott.”
“Yep. Just consider me your Little
Ball Buster like Judith in Walking Dead
was called Little Ass Kicker.”
Cade’s brows rose in surprise. “You
watch Walking Dead?”
“Sure I do.”
“That surprises me.”
“Why?”
“I guess I just figured you only
watched pretentious stuff like Downton
Abbey.”
“Downton
Abbey is not pretentious.”
Cade grinned. “I’ll take that as a
yes that you watch it.”
“I certainly do.”
“At least I’m 1 and 1 on picking the
TV shows you like.”
“While you know me pretty well, you
have a lot more to learn, Mr. Hall,” I teased.
“I look forward to you educating
me.”
As I stared into his face, Cade’s
expression grew serious. The idea of educating him suddenly seemed to take on a
deeper meaning—one of both mental and physical knowledge.
Cade dipped his head to where our
mouths were just inches apart. His breath fanned across my cheek, causing me to
shiver. I stared into his eyes, silently pleading with him to go ahead and kiss
me. We’d already been down this road before. Since Thanksgiving night, I’d
wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine again.
When he finally kissed me, it sent
energy humming all over my body. I’d kissed other boys, but it had never felt
the way it did with Cade. It was all-consuming of my mind, body, and spirit.
Considering his experience, it
shouldn’t have been too surprising that Cade was a good kisser. What surprised
me the most was the emotion behind his kiss. It ran so much deeper than just a
physical act, as if he was putting his heart and soul into kissing me.
Cade deepened the kiss by plunging
his tongue into my mouth. It tangled along with mine in a waltz of its own
composing. My hand snaked up his back to capture the hair at the base of his
neck, and I ran my fingers through the silky strands, marveling at how much
softer it was than I had imagined.
The Victrola ran out of steam, and
the only sound filling the room was heavy breathing. At the loss of music, Cade
stopped leading me around the floor, and his hands slid underneath my buttocks.
He gripped the globes of my ass before hoisting me up to wrap my legs around
his, and I molded myself tighter against him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of
him—the way his strong arms felt around me, his thick waist against my legs,
his broad, muscular back underneath my hands. Even though I knew I shouldn’t, I
wanted all of him.
When we crashed into a chest of
drawers, Cade momentarily released my lips to breathlessly ask, “Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm.” I gazed into his hooded
eyes. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I rubbed myself against the ridge in
Cade’s pants, causing him to groan against my throat. “Jesus, Prescott, if you
keep doing that, I won’t be able to stop.” When I did it again, my action was
rewarded with a growl.
Cade’s wild eyes glanced around the
room before leading us over to the wide red settee in the back corner. We
collapsed onto the smooth velvet material. I widened my legs to allow Cade’s
hips between them and his mouth sought out mine in a frantic kiss.
As our tongues battled against each
other, Cade’s hand came to my breast. He kneaded and cupped it over the fabric
of my uniform, my nipples hardening under his touch. When he began undoing the
buttons of my dress, he broke the kiss to glance at me as if asking my
permission. At my nod, he practically ripped the remaining buttons open.
He gave me a sheepish grin as he
pulled me into a sitting position. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” I said as I slid my
arms out of the sleeves.
My breath hitched when Cade’s arms
snaked around my back to undo my bra. Once it was unhooked, I couldn’t help
bringing my arms to cover my chest and keep the bra in place. I hated that in
this moment I couldn’t seem to get past my modesty, or my fear that my
average-sized chest would turn him off.
Cade tilted my chin with his
fingers, forcing me to look him in the eye. “You sure you’re okay with this,
Prescott?”
“I am, I promise.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“I’m just a little scared,” I
whispered.
“That I’ll hurt you?” Cade
questioned with a wounded look.
I gave a quick jerk of my head.
“That you won’t like what you see.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve been with so many other
girls. I’m afraid I won’t measure up.”
His expression darkened. “That’s the
stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.”
I ducked my head. “I’m sorry, but I
can’t help the way I feel.”
Cade cupped my face in his hands.
“There’s only right here and right now, and there’s no one else but you and me.
None of the past, just us and this moment.”
My heartbeat thrummed wildly at his
sentiment. “Okay,” I murmured as I stared deeply into his eyes.
“And you could never not be
beautiful to me. I like everything about you, both inside and out.” At what
must’ve been my incredulous look, Cade grinned. “And I’m not just saying that
so you’ll let me in your pants.”
“I know you wouldn’t.” Deep down, I
knew it to be the truth. If Cade had really wanted to just screw me, he would
have attempted it over the past two months.
“I wouldn’t be here tonight if I
didn’t want to be with you for the long haul.”
Once again, my heart began to beat
so erratically that I felt a little dizzy. “Really?”
He nodded. “You’re all I need,
Avery.”
About the Author
Katie Ashley is a New
York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of
Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her two very spoiled dogs. She
has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare,
Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English,
a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English
Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching
MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.
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I am really
finding myself struggling with this review. I don’t know if maybe I need to sit
back and think about it all for a little longer or if it’s just that for half
of the book I was pissed way the hell off and for the other half I was
conflicted over loving the story and being devastated at a few of the twists
and turns the book took us on.
I have tried
to take a few calming breaths to try to put my thoughts in order but they are
still jumping around like a kid on a sugar high. I started this novel with a
bit of apprehension. I absolutely love arsehole man whores who redeem
themselves but I don’t want them to redeem themselves for something horrible
they have done to the h unless there is a major grovel and some really epic
reason as to why he did it in the first place. I just want him to redeem
himself from his bad boy ways to be the man the h deserves.
So on
starting this book I kind of thought Cade had just been a dick in high school
to Avery and it wasn’t really anything personal and then she bumps into him a
few years later and he is still a dick but he redeems himself and they fall
madly in love and I get all swoony and want to throw my damp panties at Cade.
Alcohol…because no great story starts with milk. I read that somewhere on the Internet.
What I got
was that Cade was way beyond a dick, I seriously couldn’t get past what an
absolute loser he was. And years have passed and he is still as self-centred
and immature and just ugh. I wanted to see him get hit by a bus, backed over
and then run over again. So I spent the whole book being upset about that.
Avery, I
actually liked, but oh my god how could you think there is a single thing about
Cade that is worth looking at, especially since you know him and he not once
really showed any emotional growth. I mean sure there were a few times he said
the right thing but I felt like Avery had four years of reasons to not trust
that so I was waiting for her to kick him in the dick and move on.
So sounds
like a pretty easy rating right. Hate the H, like but think she is stupid the
h. Bam easy, yet I found I couldn’t put the book down. I had to know what was
going to happen next. I was invested to see if there was going to be a come to
Jesus moment or just something like maybe that bus I mentioned earlier that I
read the book in one sitting and I cried when the twists hit. I just wanted to
see a little vengeance and some justice or just something and there was a
little I just didn’t feel like it was enough and I also felt that Avery had
already forgiven Cade before then and she absolutely shouldn’t have so yeah
conflicted.
So now I sit
hovering how the hell to rate it and I think right now it’s a 3.5, however this
could change if I wake up cursing Cade’s name or something. But overall it was
well written and intriguing and I would love other people to read it so we can
call Cade names together. So please read it and message me. lol
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