It seems the things worth keeping are often the hardest to hold…
I had two things in life that mattered. My mother and my music.
Mama was taken from me too soon, and now music is all I have left. It’s the thing that’s pushed me right out of backwoods Georgia into Los Angeles, where the line between fantasy and reality shimmers and blurs. I’m finally making my way, making my mark. I can’t afford to fall for one of music’s brightest stars. Not now. Music is all I have left, and I’m holding on tight with both hands. I won’t let go, not even for Rhyson Gray.
I had one thing in my life that mattered – music. The only constant, it’s taken me to heights most people only dream about; a gift dropped in my lap at birth. I thought it was enough. I thought it was everything until I met Kai. Now she’s all I think about, like a song I can’t get out of my head. If I have to chase her, if I have to give up everything – I will. And once she’s mine, I won’t let go.
“I don’t know this piece, but it knows me. Each note slides in, occupying some corner of my soul that’s been barren and empty. And the melody breezes in, scattering dust and cobwebs. Breathing in life. This music, with its rushing crescendos and heavy turns, refreshes me, and I have no idea why. Is it the music? Is it him? Are they separate or inextricably entwined? I love music and I know like my own name that this is what I’m meant to do, but I’ve never been moved this way by it. Not this deeply, this thoroughly. Like those fingers touching those keys are actually touching me. And though I’m completely covered, If feel naked and exposed. I can only hope that no one sees. That he won’t see.”
My Soul To Keep is my first book by Kennedy Ryan and I have to tell you, I am blown away! From the moment I picked up this book, I was hooked. I was lost. I was consumed by the beautiful writing. I found myself highlighting section after section. I wanted to remember each beautiful word; each beautiful moment.
“These notes, these lyrics, these moments feel holy. Pure. Clean. Our voices twine around each other, meshing and separating, blending, bowing, and rising up, up, up until it’s too much. There’s no holding the tears back. The way our voices wrap around one another, joy and sorrow do the same.”
My Soul To Keep follows the story of Kai and Rhyson. Kai has been consumed by the pain of the loss of her mother. She feels lost; trapped. She’s just trying to take one day at time. She works hard and doesn’t have time for much else. Between her jobs, paying off her mom’s debts and trying to make her own dreams come true, the last thing she was prepared for was Rhyson. Rhyson makes Kai feel and want things. He has awaken a part of her soul that she thought was asleep. But, she is terrified and thinks that the only thing that she can offer Rhys is just friendship. She is afraid to take the jump; to take that risk….Rhyson is living the dream. He’s making music and going on tour. But, his life has been anything but easy. Rhyson has his own demons to contend with and being around Kai is like a breathe of fresh air to him. She’s all he can think about and will do anything to make her his…..
My Soul To Keep was such a fantastic read. I could not put this book down. I had to know more about Kai and Rhyson. I loved that their story was told from dual points of view. Their story was so captivating. It demanded all of my attention. The words demanding that I not forget them. I loved the slow burn of Kai and Rhyson’s relationship. They really took the time to build their friendship and fought so hard to just be friends. It was only a matter of time before the two of them gave into what they both so desperately wanted. “There’s a tinder between us, waiting for just a spark to ignite to full-blown flame. The connection is always there, latent or alive, but right now, so close with our bodies touching, it burns through our clothing and heats my skin.”
“With just touch, we’ve discovered a new intimacy. A path sprang up that no one but us can follow, taking us to a place that no one else can find. And there, with our hearts as witnesses, our bodies make a vow that our souls will keep.”
I loved everything about this book from start to finish. I loved the romance, the angst, the writing, the beautiful story and of course the characters. I will warn you that this story does end on a bit of a cliffhanger. I am already wishing that February was almost here, so I can find out what will happen next. I am so happy that it’s not too long of a wait!
Kennedy Ryan is a new author to me and has completely blown me away with this book. Her characters are real, and flawed. They are totally easy to relate to and connect with. She has definitely made a fan out of me and I am really excited to check out more of her books.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review.*
I shouldn’t have come. All the things I felt and fought, the things I suspected he felt too, he just spewed all over me. And as much as I want to be, I’m not sure I’m ready. I’ll never forget seeing my Mama in bed for days after Daddy left. And even though she got up, I suspect a part of her never left that bed, but just stayed there, waiting. We had to leave the house where she grew up and where I spent my first years, because Daddy left us with nowhere to go. Mama learned to stand on her two feet, and I’ve done the same. I just didn’t count on Rhyson sweeping me off of them.
“We’re obviously on different pages about this.” I pull my hands free and turn to leave, but he steps in front of me, blocking my grand exit. “Let’s talk later.”
The heat of his body grabs me before his hands do. He traps my chin between two fingers, taking my mouth in a paradox of rough and tender. I want to move. To slide away from his body pressing me into the pool table. But I can’t. Not with his hand caressing my back. Not with his tongue in my mouth. Not with his erection pressing into my stomach. I can’t. I won’t. I have been denying myself this, and I’m so damn hungry. My mouth opens under his, ravenous and wet and hot. His groan vibrates against my lips.
“Yes. Good God, yes, Pep.” His words slip down my throat.
I strain up on tiptoes, clawing my fingers into his dark hair, forcing him closer. He lifts me onto the pool table, planting himself between my knees. His fingers skim my bare thigh, working up my leg until he reaches a damp patch of silk. He pushes my panties aside, rubbing his hand into the wet flesh there before sliding one long finger and then another inside of me. I rock into these fingers which have awed millions with their skill. They own me. I’m the instrument in his hands. He’s playing me. Plucking at me. Strumming me.
He tugs at the wide neck of my sweater until it falls away from my shoulder, slipping his hand in and cupping my naked breast. He brushes his fingers over my nipple, and I lose my mind and every inhibition. My head flops back and I stretch my legs wider, offering him anything he wants.
“Are you kidding me?” His question burns the vulnerable curve of my neck as he drags his lips to my shoulder. “You come here wearing no bra and think I won’t…”
He abandons the words, his dark, untidy head disappearing under my sweater, and before I have time to regain even millimeters of sanity, my nipple is in his mouth and he’s suckling me. Not gentle. Not soft. My breasts are so small, he almost eats me whole. Every draw, every suck, every bite sends a power surge to my core until my knees hold his hips in a desperate grip, and my nails rake across the flat surface of the pool table behind me.
His mouth at my breast. His fingers inside me. His clean scent surrounding me. I have nowhere to hide anymore. I am exposed. I want to spread myself wide open for him. That voice that has been telling me I can’t rely on him. I can’t trust him. I can’t need him—that voice is stunned into silence by his thorough possession of my body, by the inferno between my legs, blazing a hole right through my soul and scorching my heart.
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About Kennedy Ryan
I just can’t write about myself in third person for one more bio! I’m a wife, a mom, a writer, an advocate for families living with autism. That’s me in a nutshell. Crack the nut, and you’ll find a Southern girl gone Southern California who loves pizza and Diet Coke, and wishes she got to watch a lot more television. You can usually catch me up too late, on social media too much, or FINALLY putting a dent in my ever-growing To Be Read list!
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