Leaving her nearly killed me.
only way to keep her safe.
want her back.
destiny. I waited my entire life for our time,
together, only to have him leave.
forgive him, my heart can’t forget.
Panty Scorching -2
Over All Rating -4
Reviewed by Ladyballs
If you’re looking for a fun, suspenseful and quick read then this book is for you.
Evan and Carys have been friends since childhood, their parents are all best friends and run a business together. When the kids are young, 3 of the 4 parents are gunned down in a horrific drive by shooting. The only one that is left is one of the mothers, who after a few months has all of the kids under one roof and is raising them all alone and running the business.
Evan and Carys from a young age always had an unbreakable bond and they get closer and closer until their friendship turns into a relationship in their mid to late teens. After being apart for some time due to Evan going in the service, things change.
Evan and Carys go through a lot, Evan ends up leaving…his reasons for leaving are heartbreaking. Can Carys and Evan find their way back to each other? Will Carys be able to forgive the only man she has truly loved? What will the family do with the information Evan has given them as to why he left?
I loved reading the first part of the book and seeing the foundation that their relationship is built on. Their bond and attraction is palpable and I love Evan!!! It broke my heart to see why he had to leave and it broke even more to see him return and have to find his place back in everyones lives.
This book had a little bit of everything….angst, mystery, love, humor and a few hot, hot sex scenes. It kept me turning the pages and when I got to the end I had wished I had a few more pages to read. I will definitely be reading more in this series to follow up on some of the other (hot guys!) characters we saw in this book. Great beach read!
“Evan, I want to know what happened, but I have a life now and you need to know…” She trails off, her eyes darting away from mine.“What?”
Gazing up at me, she continues, “Whatever you have to say, it’s not going to change a thing. We’re over.”
My heart twists and breathing becomes difficult. Mother fuck, her words cut deep, hurting even though they aren’t true. Sure, she believes them on some level—she had to, in order to get through what I did. Yet, along with the hurt and disappointment swimming in her eyes, there’s also tenderness and love.
“Tell me you’re happy and I’ll walk away.”
We always pushed each other, challenged the other to face our fears, to be honest with ourselves, with each other. I need to hear her say it. I don’t believe it, but if she is over me, I need to hear it in her voice and see it in her face—not because I want to, but because it’s the only way I can even begin to accept that we’re over. Even then, it’s not possible.
“I’m happy.” Her tone is laden with bravado, but no true emotion. Even her gaze, which never wavers from mine, is flat.
Shaking my head, I briefly cast my eyes downward to suppress my smile. “No, you’re not.”
“Van.” I flinch at that fucking name.
As a child, I thought it was so fucking cool to have a nickname that only my best friends would call me. Now, hearing “Van” from her pretty lips, I want to obliterate the word from her vocabulary, fucking kiss the word out of her.
“You can call me asshole for all I care, you’re not happy,” I retort in frustration. Catching my tone, I breathe deeply and loosen my fists to relax. “Don’t lie to me, and most of all, don’t lie to yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You want to see what you want. I’m with Greg, and we’re happy.”
She grimaces infinitesimally, then averts her eyes from me. Unable to read her, I’m not sure if it’s because she means it and doesn’t want to hurt my feelings or if the lie tastes nasty in her mouth.“Sweetness, I know everything there is to know about you, without apology. You can’t lie to me.”
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