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Ok I have been sitting here trying to decide how I want to do this review. Tia Louise has out done herself with this book. I had so many emotions while reading it was kinda like being on a rollercoaster and I loved it!!. I laughed and I cried while reading it was like I was a part of the story. I love books that can draw me in like this.
Drew and Gray were relatable characters as well as the story. Their love started as a childhood infatuation and moved into unwavering love. The heart break they endure and the journey they take to get back to each other is amazing. I know that sounds crazy to say, but sometimes you need to go through hell to get to heaven.
As young children Gray was Drew’s personal hero. He always seemed to be there for her when she needed him. When they got older the infatuation moves on to something more. They keep the something more to themselves, since Drew’s father doesn’t approve of Gray.
Gray and Danny (Drew’s) older brother are bestfriends and are thick as thieves. They join the military together and leave for their time overseas together. While over there a mission goes bad and a life altering action occurs. When Gray makes it back to the states he has changed and is dealing with the actions of that fateful day.
While I could continue to go on and on about this book I’m not going to. If you love second chance romance stories where the hero is a true hero and the heroine is a woman that knows what she wants and is not afraid to fight for it then you will really enjoy this story.
about you every night.” My confession makes her smile.
truth. It’s the only truth I know—if she’s in danger, I’ll carry her out. If
she’s crying, I hold her until she stops. If she wants me… I can’t tell her no.
that way since she was just a cute little kid. It’s been this way since last
summer when everything changed. I tried to fight it. She was only seventeen. I
was almost twenty-one… Her daddy would’ve shot me dead and buried my body.
date… One time. It was a fucking disaster. I could only see her, taste her,
want her. Only Drew gets me this way.
I’d lie in bed and remember the first time we were together. Two triangles of
white fabric covered her small breasts. I could see the curves at the bottoms
and sides. They were perfect handfuls, high and pointed.
at me as if she knew what she was doing to me in that white bikini. I’m sure I
looked like an awestruck fool.
blinked and tucked her chin into her shoulder, taunting me. Her hair swished
down her back, ending at her slim waist. Her flat stomach led to round hips,
long, silky legs. Her toenails were painted bright white, and I wanted to put
them in my mouth. I’ve never wanted to do that.
wanted to devour someone before.
of you touching me.” Her voice drips with desire, and just like that, I have a
steel rod in my pants. “Will you touch me now?”
should tell her no.
with her is dangerous.
found out… He’d say what I know. I’m too old for her. She’s too young. I should
give her a chance to grow up. On top of that, I have nothing, no name, no
status. I’m an orphan raised by a nobody.
to change it, but I haven’t yet.
my hand and places it on the top of her thigh, at the hem of her red dress.
“Touch me here,” she whispers, leaning into my ear.
in this moment, and she knows it.
holding her is the greatest feeling in the world. It’s like coming home.
guides mine higher, sliding up the smooth skin of her leg. I feel her body
tremble, and when my fingers touch the soft folds of her sex, I almost come in
my pants. She’s not wearing underwear.
voice is a hungry noise, the growl of a starving man.
sighs. “Touch me, Gray.”
cut into my shoulders as I trace my fingers along the damp slit, teasing the
tiny strip of curls, dipping the tip of one finger into her tight, clenching
core. One more, and she moans. She’s so wet. I want to taste her.
hands go to my waist, pulling at the button on my jeans. She has my pants
undone, and my erection is pointing right at her.
stand, fishing out my wallet, finding a condom.
the side to roll it on my aching dick.
I dream of her carrying my baby, I know neither one of us is ready for that
responsibility. Hell, I’m leaving for fucking Africa in less than two days. How
I’ll survive four years without her, I don’t have a fucking clue, but I won’t
do what they say I will. I won’t “ruin her” and run off.
are on her again, lifting her by the ass and carrying her so her back is
against the wall. Her mouth is on my neck, her soft tongue touching my hot skin
as she kisses her way higher. I’m about to explode.
inside me.” Her lips graze my ear before she kisses it, and I don’t hesitate.
her onto my dick, my knees almost give out. My mind tilts at the sensation of
her hot, tight, and clenching around my shaft. I have to hold still or I’ll
come. Her thighs tense around my waist, and she struggles to move, letting out
a low moan.
feel her tremble, her muscles spasm, and my brow tightens.
head to find her eyes. “Did you come?”
curls, and she stretches up and down on me. “I came when you touched me.” She
grips my shoulders, pulling up to kiss me. “Do it hard—the way you like it. I
want to feel you. I want to remember you were here.”
mouth to hers. Her lips part, and our tongues curl together. I start to move, a
deep thrust, and there’s no turning back.
It’s a ragged groan, and her body breaks again.
relentless, driven by a need that never lets me go. Her small breasts bounce
against my chest with every hard thrust. She moans, and her back arches, more
clenching around my dick, pulling me further in.
gasps, and I brace myself.
better than any drug. She’s my crack cocaine.
grip her hips, pulling us together again and again, until I break, pressing her
to the wall, filling that condom with every pulse, the way I dream of filling
her, of putting my baby into her, of having all the things I want with her, a
home, a family.
breathing hard. My eyes are closed, and her fingers trace my neck, thread into
my hair. She kisses my jaw, my cheek. The sensations consume me, overpower me.
I hold onto her as I fumble my way back to Earth. I got lost in heaven.
Mine… The word
echoes in my ears on every heartbeat. What will it take to make her mine?
is the USA Today best-selling,
award-winning author of When We Touch,
the “Bright Lights,” “One to Hold,” and “Dirty Players” series, and co-author
of the #4 Amazon bestseller The Last Guy.
a teacher, a book editor, a journalist, and finally a magazine editor, she
started writing love stories and never stopped.
lives in the Midwest with her trophy husband, two teenage geniuses, and one
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