This isn’t a story about a love triangle. There is no triangle involved.
This isn’t a story about an accidental pregnancy. Although having a baby with her . . . I would.
This isn’t a story about lies and deception, even though at times I’ve lied to myself.
No, this is my story.
A story about sacrifice.
A story about a man who fell in love with the wrong girl.
A story I wish I never had to tell.
This is a story about the true meaning of the downside of love.
“I walk until my bare feet feel torn and battered and the irony isn’t lost on me. How many years have I figuratively walked alone like this? Feeling like my heart was ripped into pieces. How many times have I shut out the world and hidden alone in my hatred? And yet here I am at twenty-three years old, still on my fucking own.”
“Heat consumes me, desire ripping through me, the need to pull her against my chest taking over my entire body. Everything pauses around us, both our breaths labored, our eyes bouncing back and forth, anger brewing, need consuming me. I want her. I want to claim her. I want to make her mine. Just a few inches, one swipe of my arm around her waist and she’s mine.”
“I feel I’m being given a small glimpse into his soul. It might not be a conversation, or an intro to his past and the ghosts that haunt him, but it’s something, and that something is monumental in my book.”
Wow! Wow! Wow! I don’t even know what to say. I have been waiting on pins and needles, anxious to get this book in my hands. I was dying to see where the story was going to take us next and I gotta tell you, I was not disappointed. This book totally knocked my world off its axis and took me for one wild ride.
There is so much I want to say and just gush over this book about, but I can’t. This is the hardest thing ever, but I don’t want to spoil anything. I do want to ruin the journey. So, here is what I can tell you. Don’t read any spoilers. Go into this book blind. Take a chance and open your mind. The Downside of Love is brilliantly written and consuming. It’s the perfect example of love; how it’s not always what you’re expecting. It can be messy, yet beautiful all at the same time.
When I picked up this book, I wasn’t sure what to expect. My emotions were all over the place. I was up. I was down. I was swooning. I was raging. I fell so deeply in love with this story and the characters. I allowed my heart to open up and get totally swept away. This story was absolute perfection in my eyes and I couldn’t have asked for a better ending. I’m so glad I took a chance on this series. I’m so glad I went on this journey. It was everything and in the end it gave me all the feels and a happiness I never knew I needed.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
Tucked away at the base of the Rocky Mountains lived a little boy with one singular dream: leave this broken and battered home and become someone.
Be somebody’s hero.
That boy was me—Colby Brooks. Except I’m not that same little boy anymore.
My dreams might still be the same, but my reality isn’t.
I’m smarter. Stronger. A man.
And I learned a long damn time ago, the only way to achieve my dreams was to avoid distractions—at any cost.
Focus. Resolve. Determination.
But all it took was one single night. One night and my entire life…changed.
One night had me colliding head first with the biggest distraction of my life; Rory Oaks.
Smart. Charming. Beautiful.
Rory changed everything.
Quickly, my one-track mind started to bend.
Each kiss faded decade-long dreams.
And with one single incident, I fly off course.
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!