on January 16, 2016
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Liam had set up shop there.
After an accident left him injured and unable to work, it wasn’t long before he ended up on the street with his dreams in the gutter.
This was it.
This was his life.
Until the day he met Max Porter—a man who appeared to have it all. They didn’t meet so much as made eye contact as Max sneered at Liam, the bum occupying precious space on the sullied New York City street.
When Max stepped into oncoming traffic, a lesser man might’ve let him. But Liam risked his life to save Max only to be left to die without a second thought.
When Liam woke up days later, he wasn’t himself…at least he wasn’t in his body.
He was in Max’s.
And with Liam’s body on life support, there was only one logical conclusion: Max was trapped in Liam’s comatose body.
Somehow the twisted hands of fate had given Liam a second chance; a chance to have it all. But with all the perks of Max’s life also came his problems. Finding balance in his new identity was challenged more so once Liam fell for Waverly, Max’s beautiful ex.
Could Liam live out his life as another man or would he pull the plug and let fate decide?
Would he lose his chance at true love?
Would he lose the chance to have it all?
“One choice sets into motion a series of events that reap other choices.”
Ok, so I don’t even know where to begin with this reviews. I seriously have mixed feelings with this one and I keep going back and forth with my rating on it. I’m a huge BN Toler fan, love her books. Where One Goes is definitely one of my all-time favorite books, I absolutely recommend it. Same with Desperately Seeking Epic. And so, that brings us to To Have It All, I definitely liked it a lot, it kept me hooked the entire time but I still felt like something was missing.
The story is very unique. Liam is a homeless man, given a raw deal by life, he’s living in the streets and trying to survive day by day. One day he sees a man about to be hit by a bus and he intervenes to save his life. As a result, Liam is left on a coma. Karma, yes karma, intervenes and switches Liam’s soul with that of the guy he saved, Max Porter. Max is gorgeous, wealthy and well educated, the opposite of Liam. However Max is cruel, callous and an overall horrible person. While on Max’s body, Liam meets Waverly, who is Max’s ex-wife. I don’t want to spoil the book or give too many details, but yes, he starts falling for her.
“It may not have been my body, but it was me; my heart, my soul, my love . . . me.”
The story is told from Liam and Waverly’s POVs, with special appearances by karma. So, this story is very unique, it’s also very clever, and I guarantee will have you hooked from beginning to end. One of the things I love about this author is that her stories are always super unique, she never writes the same book or formula over and over.
However, one of the things I absolutely love about her is how her books are always full of feels and sadly in this one I didn’t get the feels. I had a hard time connecting with the main characters, especially Waverly. And also had a hard time feeling the “love” between the leads, perhaps because everything happens so fast? I’m not sure, this is obviously just my opinion. I did love Liam, I think he was definitely the heart and soul of the book and deserved all the happiness in the world. I also loved Helen. And the ending, loved that part.
“He saw a man that had everything—that had it all. His all. “Lucky man.””
As always, the writing is beautiful and flawless. I can’t wait to see what BN brings us next! So if you’re looking for a very unique and interesting story then this is definitely the book for you.
“Hate is love’s nemesis, yet the two are so closely linked; almost hand and hand. You can only hate someone if you love them”
Scooting up, his body was gloved to mine, his mouth to my ear as he reached around me and pulled my left hand, placing it over the shifter, then he took my right hand and settled it over the throttle. “Think of this like a dance,” he instructed me, his voice husky. “Dance involves steps, coordination, knowing your partner. This isn’t much different.”
“Says you,” I griped. “This is hardly a dance partner. This is a death trap that could kill us.”
He chuckled, the sound low and deep, making my core clench. “You’re sitting on over five-hundred pounds of machinery here. Think about how much time and effort went into building this; the way someone had to know this bike so intricately to put it all together and make it move.”
“Just because they knew it doesn’t mean I do.” I appreciated the intricacy of the bike, but appreciating and driving it were very different things.
“I just mean there’s power here. You can make these 500 pounds of metal move if you want it to, if you trust yourself enough.”
He left my hands and softly ran his fingers up my arms to my shoulders. “It lives and moves so long as you let it, so long as you lead it, just like a good dance partner. Don’t think about the moves you need to make . . . feel them. Let the bike tell you when it’s time to shift.”
His fingers glided down my sides until they took a firm hold of my waist causing my breath to hitch as my back arched slightly. “It’s give and release, Waverly,” he went on, his voice deep and gravely. “You have to feel when it’s time to give and when it’s time to let go.”
Darting my tongue out, I wet my dry lips. How did he make shifting gears sound so hot? How in the heck was I supposed to manage this machine with Liam murmuring sexual innuendo in my ear? I wished I could somehow turn around and take him on the bike.
“You know, this would be an epic opening to a porn flick,” I announced causing him to burst into laughter.
“I hadn’t thought of that.” His body shook as he continued to laugh.
“I guess your mind isn’t as dirty as mine.” I shrugged.
“I guess not. What would the film title be?” he queried.
I twisted my mouth in thought. In my sexiest voice, I twisted my neck so he could see me as I pouted my mouth, “Shifting the Panhead. When good girls learn to ride.”
He choked he was laughing so hard. When he could form words again, he coughed out, “That does sound pretty dirty when you say it like that.”
“Anything can sound dirty when you say it the right way,” I quipped. “Sky,” I moaned. “Concrete,” I continued.
“Okay, okay,” he begged before clearing his throat. “Stop stalling your lesson with your dirty mind and your defiling of perfectly unperverted words.”
I wiggled my ass again. “You love how I defiled the word concrete. Admit it.”
“You keep shimmying your ass like that, this lesson is going to have to end while I go jump in the water.”