Synopsis:
Becca Campbell is a mother, friend, and widow to a war hero (may he rot
in hell). She just wants to raise her daughter right and keep her
bed-and-breakfast afloat in this economy. Her traumatic past leaves her with no
desire for a relationship—until Grayson James walks through her door. He’s not
the type of man you can easily say “no” to. Becca can’t quite understand the
pull she feels toward him. But then his controlling nature starts to push her
away—and into Ray McNeil’s comforting arms. Which is right where Ray has always
wanted her.
Who will Becca choose?
Will she finally give in to her feelings for Ray, or continue the tumultuous relationship with Grayson? Only one thing is certain—either choice will mean saying goodbye to caution.
Warning: This book contains some disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language and violence.
10% of the proceeds from this book will be donated to YWCAUSA.org to help abused women and children
Who will Becca choose?
Will she finally give in to her feelings for Ray, or continue the tumultuous relationship with Grayson? Only one thing is certain—either choice will mean saying goodbye to caution.
Warning: This book contains some disturbing situations, dubious consent, strong language and violence.
10% of the proceeds from this book will be donated to YWCAUSA.org to help abused women and children
I don't really know what to say in this review. I don't think I have ever read a book that left me just so confused as to how I really felt about it. I realize that a portion of the proceeds from this book will be donated to help abused women and children, but I just couldn't get over the fact of exactly how much physical and emotional abuse the lead character of Becca put up with. Maybe I can't put myself in her shoes because I have never been a victim of abuse. I just can't imagine putting up with so much crap from somebody that I am 'supposedly' in love with.
When I read the synopsis of the story, and started the first chapter, I was hooked! I loved how she had different characters in her head rallying her thoughts and efforts. It completely cracked me up! My amusement was short-lived however. I found it very hard to buy into the story line of how fast the characters fell in 'love'. After just meeting each other and spending only one day together, they were professing their love for each other and Becca's young daughter was already calling him daddy! Come on! There is NO woman out there that is so weak, that they would allow someone to absolutely just TAKE OVER their lives like that.
I kept reading the book, hoping that Becca would get a backbone, but alas, it never happened. There wasn't even an ending to the story, so I am left hanging! I'm sorry, but this book was just not happening for me. I don't even know if I have it in me to read the next installment :( - Kelly
“Becca, are you listening?” He
waves his hand in front of my face.
“Yes, sorry. I
was watching a very hypnotic, beautiful British man speak. He is a lovely man.”
I lean forward on my arms and look up at him with a smile.
“Oh yeah? Do I
detect a crush, Ms. Campbell?” He arches his brow.
“Crushes are for
schoolgirls, Mr. James.” I sigh nonchalantly.
“Very well
then,—what do you think it is?” He leans on his arms as well.
“I think he’s
drugging me, truth be told,” I say, with a secretive edge to my voice.
“No! What gives
you that idea?” He sounds shocked, matching my disposition.
“Well, every time
he comes around me, I get completely intoxicated by his smell. I can’t think
straight and I find myself following all of his commands. Once I’m away from
him, my thoughts are clear again. What do you make of that?”
“Ms. Campbell,
you’re on to something. He is definitely drugging you!” He taps his index
finger on the table for emphasis.
“What do you
think it is? What drug is it?” I sit up, alarmed.
“Love!” He points
into the air matter-of-factly. “It’s crazy, maddening, intoxicating love! Yes,
I’ve heard of this type of love before. Tell me, Ms. Campbell. Does your heart
beat fast?”
“Yes!”
“Do you feel what
people call ‘butterflies in your stomach’?”
“Up to my throat
in them.”
“Do your knees
get weak?”
“I’ve passed
out!”
“Is your
breathing erratic?”
“Only around
him.”
“Do you find
yourself unable to stop your thoughts about him the moment you’re apart?”
“Yes! It’s quite
annoying.”
“I’m afraid this
is a very dangerous situation you’ve got yourself in. Believe me—I know!” He
widens his eyes and taps the table again.
“Well, how do you
know, Mr. James?” I reach for his arm.
“I suffer from
the same ill fate.”
“No! Is she
British as well?”
“Worse—she’s American!
I’ve been behaving strangely ever since I met her.”
“No! Mr. James,
what are we to do?” I look down and shake my head.
“I
don’t know, Ms. Campbell.” He grabs my hands, caressing the backs of them with
his thumbs. “We’ll just have to stick together. Help each other. Eventually a
plan of action will present itself.”
Author
Bio:
I am a Domestic Engineer
(born and raised in NJ) whose sole responsibility is to guide three young
impressionable kids into becoming phenomenal adults. This challenging, yet
rewarding work requires a lot of love (coffee), patience (wine) and
determination (periodic exorcisms). I work all of this magic in the beautiful
state of New Hampshire.
Before becoming a Domestic Goddess (not really), I spent over a decade working in the medical field where I wore more hats than the Queen.
I have had a love for the written word and the great escape it provides since I was a little girl. When I wasn't reading about people and the places they lived, I was creating my own characters and adventures. Finally, I have been putting a pen to paper allowing my characters to come to life. When I don't have a pen and paper in hand, you can often find me laughing at the conversations my characters are having in my head
Before becoming a Domestic Goddess (not really), I spent over a decade working in the medical field where I wore more hats than the Queen.
I have had a love for the written word and the great escape it provides since I was a little girl. When I wasn't reading about people and the places they lived, I was creating my own characters and adventures. Finally, I have been putting a pen to paper allowing my characters to come to life. When I don't have a pen and paper in hand, you can often find me laughing at the conversations my characters are having in my head
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