Suffering from years of violent abuse, Ryan Campbell has learned how to keep people from getting too close.
I drop my head in my hands and let it out. It’s a haze of unrecognizable emotions beating through me. To look past this and let her continue to sit and do nothing is something that I don’t think I’m capable of. But Jase is right. My girl is so damn fragile even though she’s so damn strong. It’s a paradox that’s hard to deal with. She’s gonna break one way or another. Irritation boils inside, and the longer I sit here it starts to eat away at me until it takes over and I stand up, kicking over the stool, screaming, and smashing my glass against the brick wall behind the bar followed next by the bottle. The blast of glass shattering and sprinkling to the floor is all I hear through the ringing in my head. I grab my keys, leaving the mess, and head to my jeep. I drive. Making my way back to my loft and upstairs to find Candace standing in my closet, slipping on a sweater. “Why didn’t you do anything?” I ask, unable to control my frustration. She turns to look at me, confused, when she asks, “What are you talking about?” “Don’t make me say it.” “Ryan, please. Don’t,” she says and then walks past me to sit on the edge of the bed. “Who is he?” I press, emotions getting the best of me. She keeps her chin tucked down. Avoiding. “Candace, tell me his fuckin’ name!”
Finding love
where once only was a horrible tragedy is the light of this story. Losing who you are as a person, to finding
yourself through the eyes of someone that loves ALL of you
unconditionally. Both characters having
lived through different tragedies, still found their true selves through each
other..
E.K Blair you can write..you can evoke so many emotions with a simple sentence..I am not usually one to cry whilst reading and in all honesty I teared up twice..I know right? That good..
E.K Blair you can write..you can evoke so many emotions with a simple sentence..I am not usually one to cry whilst reading and in all honesty I teared up twice..I know right? That good..
Ryan was a broken
soul, meandering from one vagina to the next.
Not even taking the time to remember some of their names. He used women to numb his ever-racing
mind. His mind that was stuck on re-play
of the childhood he had to endure. Every
step was a brief reminder of the man he refused to become. Growing up in an abusive household definitely
molded the man he had become. Until one
night, one broken girl, a tattoo and a memory that he could not shake.
Candace had goals..she was a ballerina that wanted desperately for her parents to accept her. She was willing to try and become anything for their approval. Because of just that she unexpectedly found herself in a situation no young girl should ever have to experience. Her life as she knew ended that fateful night..
Little did she
know that night also changed the path for Ryan..and their stories were intertwined
forever..
This story was
powerful, for me it was even better than the first book. Maybe because Ryan was the pull for me in
book one? Candace was not my favorite
female lead, I hate to judge a woman’s reaction to this kind of horrible event
but being a strong survivor I feel she was weaker than I would like to
see. This story focused on Ryan’s side
so you didn’t see her weaknesses as much as in the first book. That being said I did like Candace, definitely
not hating on her..Ryan though..mmmm
USA Today
bestselling author and International Amazon bestselling author, E.K.
Blair takes her readers on an emotional roller coaster with her dynamic
and intense writing style. Noted for her ability to create fleshed-out
characters that will evoke a realm of reactions, you can be assured that
her stories will linger with you far beyond the last word.
A former first grade teacher with
an imagination that runs wild. Daydreaming and zoning out is how she was
often found in high school. Blair tends to drift towards everything
dark and moody. Give her a character and she will take pleasure in
breaking them down, digging into their core to find what lies
underneath.
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