I give up on this, I quit! It is not a book, but rather segments of the other 3 books written in the hero's perspective. It's put together as a collection of scenes (with author's notes on each), therefor there is no flow, it's disjointed parts of books I read months and months ago (might even ha...
5 checkered flag stars !OH MY GOD ! oh my mind ! oh my soul! I fell dizzy!Can’t breath for the life of me ! Oh my god what do I get to say to review this book! There isn’t a single word to describe my reading experience. I’m so overwhelmed I feel like I’m flying and I don’t wanna land ! NO! I ref...
Holy sh*t!! What an emotional roller coaster!!! I laughed, cried, screamed, and swooned this book is incredible and I fell just a little harder for Mr. Colton Donavan!!Both of these characters are so stubborn and strong willed and determined to do things their way that they are blind to so many t...
COLTON murmurs in my ear. My head’s back on the pillow, eyes closed. He brushes my hair from my forehead, kisses the top of my hand clasped in his. “I’m tired,” I whisper, my body feeling exhaustion like I’ve never felt before. Bone-deep. Dead-tired. And yet there is this underlying current like ...
Once again, Haddie has gone all out with her preparations for the launch party tonight thrown by the public relations company she works for. She spent almost an hour blowing my ringlets out so that my hair hangs in a straight, thick curtain down my back. I keep staring at myself in the mirror try...
My head is foggy as I hear his voice and smell him near. I try to figure out what exactly is going on. My eyelids feel so heavy, but I can’t open them just yet.“Sir, you need to let me examine—”“I’m not going fucking anywhere!”It’s so warm and cozy here in the darkness—so safe—but why is Colton …...
Zander asks me. At his question, I glance over from where we both have our heads back on the pillows of his bed. The cardboard and walnut boxes sit between us, and I take in his profile as I consider the answer. His straight nose, his strong jaw, the fan of dark lashes aga...
I let myself be lazy. I doodle in my notebook over new potential varieties of cupcakes. At some point I hear Hayes on the phone somewhere in the house. I’m immediately irritated that he turned his cell on when we’d agreed to unplug. But when I set down my notebook to go say something, I notice th...
A little too loud, a lot too trendy, and way too superficial for my taste. Give me a dark corner, a draft beer, and some short skirts paired with pairs of boots, and I’m in Heaven. Then again, a man has no right complaining about the ample display of bare flesh making the ...
It fills my nostrils, seeping into my head before I feel the pain. In that quiet moment before my other senses are assaulted with the destruction around me, I feel at peace. I feel still and whole. For some reason my consciousness knows I’ll look back on this and wish I had this moment back. Wish...
Not the beat of my heart. Just the ragged, stuttered rasp as I breathe in and then the uncertainty in it as I exhale. My heart is quiet. Frozen with fear. Silenced by the unknown. I’m concentrating, trying so hard to not move...