“Whether it was love or not, I don’t know. All I know is that it felt like our souls were intertwined, all of our hopes, fears and dreams entangled together.”
“Loving the ugly parts of ourselves isn’t easy, but if we can’t love them, how can we expect someone else to?”
Anne Jolin has done it again. She has once again blown me away. She has not only given me a well written story, but she has provided me with something that is so unique, so refreshing; unlike anything I’ve read by her before.
Now, there’s not much that I can say about Hell on Heels because I don’t want to spoil it. This is one of those books that is best to go into without knowing what’s going to happen. Here is what I can share with you: Hell on Heels is intriguing. It will captivate you. You will find yourself swept up in Charleston’s story and you will not be able to put it down. Charleston’s story is not an easy one. It does deal with some really tough and complex issues. Anne Jolin does an amazing job handling those tough issues and really getting you to understand and connect with the character.
Hell on Heels is beautifully written and will take you on one crazy ride. This book will make you laugh. It will frustrate you. It will make you fall in love. Hell on Heels is not your traditional love story. There are a lot of twists and steamy moments. But most of all, this is a book about finding yourself and forgiveness. It was just an overall beautiful book and I loved every second of it.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
“I’m ruined.” Kevin pouted, plopping down into one of the two patterned high-back chairs in front of my desk.
Fishing my cellphone out, I dropped my purse into the bottom drawer of the massive and incredibly overpriced desk, and placed the palms of my hands onto its distressed white surface.
“He’s so hot,” Kevin continued without delay. “I mean, I follow him on Instagram, but wow-ee! I want little blonde Abercrombie babies with him,” he rattled on, waving his hands in the air. “And Man Bun is like yum with a shot of dangerous, like you just know he’d wake up your neighbours. I’d like to call him Daddy—”
“Jesus.” I shook my head.
Kevin stirred, pulling his perfectly crafted eyebrows together. “What’s he doing here anyways? Are we planning one of his parties?”
Beau Callaway was notoriously known for hosting some of the best campaign parties.
“No. He’s expressed interest in sponsoring the Gala.”
Uncrossing his legs, Kevin’s eyes softened as he leaned forward. “The Gala is this Saturday. Can we manage another sponsor this late in the game?”
The emotions on my face war—they often did this close to the gala—and he noticed. Kevin was as perceptive as he was fabulous.
“Right then. I’ll make it work.” He stood. “Want me to fetch the dream boat for you, boss?”
I nodded. “Please.”
Without another word, he sashayed out the door and my nerves filled up the space he left behind.
I was nervous. Men in general made me nervous until I knew my way around them, but having someone like Beau in my space and here, regarding the gala no less, made me edgy.
I didn’t often mix business with pleasure, as I was messy with one and not the other. Though it’d been nearly three months since my last duet with a man and I was jonesing for a high this close to the gala.
The gala that honoured the memory of Henry.
My addiction prickled at the back of my neck.