Published by Estate Books on March 15th 2016
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I wasn’t given a choice.
Not when I did my first line of cocaine. Not when I became a single mother.
But I changed, and every decision I’ve made was to protect myself and my son from my weaknesses—and my past.
Until Jude came along and made me question everything, even my own secrets.
The sins I carry with me can never be discovered. Life handed me broken bits of people and left me to construct my own world, and it’s too fragile to take a chance on Jude Mercer.
We write our own stories.We build our own prisons.We weave our own lies.We commit the sins that bind us.
“Everyone is an Addict. We all have our drug.”
This book was simply gorgeous. I loved every second of it and I was hooked since Page 1. This is a beautiful, sometimes gritty, sometimes heartbreaking book that deals with difficult but very real subjects like addiction, abuse and second chances.
Faith Kane has been through a lot in her life and has a lot on her plate. She’s a single mother to a wonderful kid who is deaf and also takes care of her grandmother. She’s struggling to keep up with the demands of life and make ends meet. She attends Narcotics Anonymous meetings to keep herself grounded and from falling off the wagon. One day while in a meeting, she meets Jude. Jude is this gorgeous and mysterious enigma that captivates him from the first time they meet. However, Faith has a lot of trust issues due to her past. She’s very wary of the fact that she met Jude at an NA meeting and also the fact that she has a son, but Jude totally storms into her life like a hurricane.
“Life is messy, Sunshine. Some of those messes are ugly, but this is a beautiful one,”
I loved both characters, Faith was such a strong, amazing woman and mom. And Jude, he was a dream come true. The man was perfection. He’s so good to Faith and Max. The romance is perfectly paced, Faith slowly lets Jude into her heart and their chemistry is amazing. I loved everything about their love story.
“You’re the truth I’ve been seeking my whole life.”
The story is mostly told in Faith’s POV along with flashbacks of Faith’s past and growing up with her grandmother and twin sister Grace. Grace plays a huge part in the story and we get to see the root of all of their problems. Their sister bond was amazing to experience. Both Faith and Jude have a lot of secrets, and once those are revealed, then the story takes a very interesting turn. Now, I was able to figure out most of the plot twists beforehand, I think there are plenty of hints as to some of them throughout the story. However, they were perfectly executed by the author.
“I was broken when I met Jude. I still am, but with him I’m closer to whole. Together we’re nearly complete. His mouth slants over mine, his strong arms bracketing my shoulder blades as he draws me closer. When his lips seal over mine, I know I’ve found my forever.”
I also loved the underlying message about how we are all addicted to something, and how some addictions are just stronger than others. I also loved the support group bits and how we always need someone in our lives, someone we can talk to and that will support us without judgement. Overall, the writing is beautiful and I enjoyed every second of the story. This is my first Geneva Lee book, but this will definitely not be my last. I absolutely recommend this one!
“…loves me. Every time I realize it, I fall in love with her all over again. This woman who sings too loudly in the car and loves too fiercely. She’s not a fragile as she thinks she is, but that doesn’t stop her from caring too much. She’s learning boundaries. We both are. Every day we take new steps—together and apart—but we always find our way back to each other.”
**An ARC was generously provided by the author and TRSOR Promotions in exchange for an honest review**
“Maybe he was already as tightly wound as me, but I can’t help but squirm under his possessive stare. I ignite that ferocity. I’m the storm that unsettles the peaceful blue pools of his irises. And realizing that vanquishes my fear. Because I’ve undone this man.”
“I want to say something but my mouth is empty. Before I can find words his lips find mine instead. He crashes against me, and I’m powerless against his force. He’s washing me out into the unknown and I don’t care if I drown.
My body shapes to his as his hand slides under my ass, lifting me from my feet. I coil around him, instinctively pressing the core of my want against his groin. A low growl vibrates through him and his arms bind me closer.
I want as much of him as he’ll give me. It’s the only need I’m capable of processing and I open to him, allowing his tongue to stroke across my teeth and then massage over mine. It’s an invitation and I RSVP by tangling my fingers into his hair. I grip it tightly, desperate to possess him as fully as he has me.”
When he backs into the kitchen table, we both spring into action, unbuttoning and unbuckling as quickly as our impatient fingers allow. Wiggling off my jeans, I return my attention to his body. I trail my palm over the swirling black ink and then I lunge forward and sink my teeth into his skin.
“Christ, Sunshine,” he grunts, but before I can register it as a complaint, he’s pushed me flat against the table and unsnapped my bra. I move to slide it off and my wrist knocks over a box of crayons.
Our eyes lock as they scatter to the floor and before I can raise the white flag, I’m back in his arms. Jude kicks open the door leading to the garage.
“I’ll fix it later,” he promises, sweeping me out the door. Twirling me around, he barricades it with our bodies. “Hold on.”
“I wrap my arms around his shoulders and cling to him as he frees his dick. I feel its heat prod against my belly. His whiskers scratch against my cheek as his mouth slants toward my neck. “I can’t be patient,” he warns me.
“Don’t be,” I beg.
He doesn’t need coaxing. His hand slips between my thighs and shoves my panties to the side. My bare back smacks against the wood as he thrusts into me. Jude’s chest smashes against my breasts as his weight overwhelms me. I lose myself to the rhythm. To the crash and the ebb. There is only each stroke, and the glorious, violent inevitability of being abandoned and filled.”