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“Mama says there’s always something to smile about, you just have to find it.”
“Whether it was playing the drums or strumming the guitar, he always took me to a sacred place with him. A place he never shared with anyone else but me.”
“The taste of her burns within my blood, reminding me of our past. One we shared. One I lost. And everything I want to take back.”
“Even heroes have the right to bleed.”
Read it with tissues, a glass of wine and a box of chocolate they said. But, even that warning could not prepare my heart for the story it was about to read.
As I sit here trying to put all my thoughts and feelings for Christopher and Alissa’s story, I realize that sometimes books just speak for themselves. Sometimes there are stories that are so beautiful, so heartbreaking that they just rock you to your core and leave you utterly speechless. Sometimes, the only thing you can say is stop everything you are doing, run and buy this book, read and absorb every painful and beautiful moment.
I’ve been a fan of KC Lynn for many years now and with each book, I set the bar higher. I wonder how she can possibly beat the last book and with each new release, she blows me away.
Christopher’s story slayed me and kept me utterly captivated. It left me breathless and had my heart racing. It is a story about choices and mistakes. It is a story about living and reclaiming the love that you were meant to have. It is a story about family and second chances.
Christopher’s story is the reason why I love to read romance. It is a story that my heart never saw coming and one that I know I will never forget. It was just incredible and is easily one of my top reads of 2017.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
One minute I’m drumming to a beat I could never play on my own then the next I’m flipped around to face him, his fingers digging into my hips possessively. I gasp, my breath racing as I stare back at him.
Something passes between us.
No more fighting this.
“Fuck complicated.” His earlier words fall past his lips then our mouths become one.
The connection slams into me, sending my heart reeling. Our tongues duel in a beautiful battle, the sound of our passion filling the air as our past ignites.
A growl erupts from him, vibrating against my lips. “You taste as good as I remember.”
I want to tell him the same thing but can’t. All I can think about is his mouth never leaving mine, not even for a second, or it might kill me.
At this moment, I’m not even sure how I survived so long without it—without him.
He slides the stool closer to the drum set before his hand moves between us and presses on my chest. I seize the opportunity to suck in air and let him guide me to my back, my shoulders resting against the musical cylinders.
His hands move to mine and it’s then I realize I still have the drumsticks gripped tightly in my fists. With a sexy smirk, he pries them both from me, throwing one on the floor but keeps hold of the other.
His dark eyes never sever from mine as he unbuttons the shirt I’m wearing, exposing me to his stare. The cool air whispers over my heated flesh, my nipples straining for his touch.
“Good girl, scream for me, Alissa. Let me have your pleasure because next it’s going to be my cock working this hot little pussy.”