transcended the dimensions of time and space—having made provisions for me in
the event of his death. He was after all in a war zone and the odds were high
he may not come home. But now I can’t help but think about the new man in my
life – my husband’s father.
existed. This is more than lust. I keep on asking myself the same question.
Have I fallen in love with him because he’s so much like my late husband or
because he’s his own man? Only time will tell.
Britt’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
If you thought you were on an emotional roller coaster with the first half of this duet, brace yourself. Leigh Lennon is about to fully blow your mind. Maguire and Holland’s story picks up right where it left off in the previous book and their ride goes nonstop until the very end. It’s brutal, it’s beautiful, it’s raw and it makes you ask yourself repeatedly if you could sacrifice a soul deep love because of the world’s standards.
There is A LOT that happens with these two and I’d never want to give a second of it away, so while I’d love to go on forever about every jaw dropping, heart breaking, powerful moment you’re going to have to trust me when I say this is an absolute must read. The slow burn continues throughout this book and that slow burn is exactly what makes Maguire and Holland so addictive to read about. As they battle with themselves and with each other that irresistible pull between them continues to just get more and more powerful.
about my time here with my son, when he was alive. “You and Scott came here,
often?” she asks.
“You’ll have to roll me out.” Just then, the music lowers a little and we don’t
have to yell at each other. When I came to pick her up tonight, she’d been
crying. I’ll try to do anything to make her forget what tomorrow truly
are a beautiful couple.” Yet, her arm is all over mine.
begins because the server thinks Holland is mine, yet, she’s fruitlessly
flirting with me.
mean to overstep, as a matter of fact, I’d take you both in the mix.” My mouth
falls when Holland stops to process all she’s said. “Sorry, honey, I wasn’t
coming onto just your husband, I hadn’t gotten to you yet, sugar.” And she
winks at Holland. “So, what would you two beautiful people like to
me, and she’s somewhere between hysterics and anger. “Hey, wife?” I ask, going
off of the server’s assumptions of us. “You got pretty territorial there,” I
tease, loving it, seeing green in her actions.
flirted with you so I had to stake my fictional claim.”
still a little shell-shocked. “Did that just happen?” she asks. I nod yes and
she has her phone whipped out so fast. “Wait until I tell Teagan. She’s going
to flip her lid. According to her, she’s the only girl who can hit on me.” Even
in the absurdness of it all, I’m glad our server has given Holland something
worth laughing about. She surely will need it to get through tomorrow.
mother, veteran and a wife of a cancer survivor. Originally with a degree in
education, she started writing as an outlet that has led to a deep passion. She
lugs her computer with her as she crafts her next story. Her imaginary
friends become real on her pages as she creates a world for them. She loves
pretty nails, spikey hair and large earrings. Leigh can be found drinking
coffee or wine, depending on the time of the day.