The author fucked up, I think. If she intended for me to love the couple of Jack and Jan, she fucked up so hard. I want Gray. I need Gray. He's...everything, and my entire focus through all of these books. Don't get me wrong, I adore Jack. I love Jan. But... Gray. He's perfect, in all his fuckery...
THIS book was the most beautifully sad book I've ever read. All the things they went through...i couldn't take it... poor JAN, my gawd how can someone do that to another human being without so much of an ounce of guilt. All the things that transpired in that house for 2weeks, that's just brutal.....
This one really confused me. There wasn't nearly enough exposition to really understand what was going on when William was kidnapped - even so much that the names thrown out in the beginning had me still going 'wait, who is who and how are they connected?'. By the end I'd sorted that all out, b...
My eyes were heavy, matching that fucked-up drunk feeling that dulled sound, sensation, and how life kept trying to spin. Some bastard of a blunt knife had hollowed out life, and I needed—wanted sleep now, despite whatever shit they’d given me. A few moments later, shaking...
He came jogging down the stairs, tucking himself in as Trace raised a brow. “Did you find Gray’s photography studio and you needed... time alone with the equipment?” Gabe chuckled. “I haven’t gotten laid properly in days. The size of this place, you’d think we’d manage to find somewhere, equipmen...
Like Jack’s neighbourhood, curtains twitched, some onlookers curious, some perhaps opportunist. Yet get a police car around here, nobody would have seen or heard a thing. Maybe that was how Gray liked it, or had played it countless times in the past. He hardly seemed interested in how some people...