Title: The Truth About Tomorrow
Author: B. Celeste
Genre: Taboo Forbidden Romance/Age Gap
Release Date: August 2, 2019

BLURB

Age is just a number.

Just like he’s just a boy and I’m just a girl.

Except that’s not true, is it?

Because fifteen may be a number, but it’s bigger than that. Bigger than us.

It’s a number that separates us.

An excuse that keeps us apart.

But I’m not willing to give in until I get what I want.

After all, how many other girls can bring a grown man to his knees with one little smile?

*please note the age gap is 15 years
*the female is 16 throughout the “relationship”
*it is a standalone novel

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REVIEW

Feels 0
Steam 0
Storyline 3.5
Overall Rating 3.5
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Reviewed by Ladyballs

So I have read some of the other reviews for this book and I’m sitting here scratching my head. They are talking about the chemistry between the two characters and the love, soulmates etc, etc…I guess they missed the part that she is like 14 and he is 30?? He is not related by blood but is her uncle – she was adopted by his sister. I know that Charlie goes through a traumatic childhood and in a sense she is mature because of it but she is still a child and the author had me questioning what I was reading more then once. I kept forgetting she was a child. I kept forgetting that this was a grown man with a 13 or 14 year old with an unhealthy attachment. To be honest, their relationship was not my cup of tea. It creeped me out. Charlie is written to sound way too mature and Oliver while on his own seems like a good guy – his thinking is majorly skewed. I get that they are both broken and find comfort and solace in each other but come on…what could a grown man find attractive in a 13 year old?? I get this book was taboo but it just was not for me. It may be for you if you like forbidden relationships.

EXCERPT

“Show me how to play,” I say.

Her body leans back as her brows pinch with a dubious stare. “You want me to teach you how to play piano?”

I nod. “The song you played. I like it.”

She blinks, brushing her fingers through her hair. “It’s about learning to love people’s faults and pain for what they are. Beautiful.”

My head cocks. “Why is that?”

She wets her bottom lip. “I guess when you love someone, you don’t get to choose which parts. You’re getting every single piece of their being, scarred or not.”

Her eyes trail to her hand, scarred with white and pink marks. My fingers graze over each one, causing her to suck in a breath and freeze as I caress the marred flesh. They’re rougher than the rest of her hand, but part of her nonetheless.

Meeting her eyes, we stay like that for a few long moments. Neither of us says a thing or moves an inch. We just remain touching, staring, being there in one another’s company.

Then I pull away. “What are the keys I need to learn for the song?”

She exhales then shows me the basics.

It’s a silent admission between us.

Your scars are beautiful, Charlie.