“There is nothing worse than pretending that you don’t care about something, when that is all you can think about.”
Harper Graham wears a mask, and not the pamper kind. She conceals her pain with shoes, shots, and lots of sex. But while her life appears fantastic to most, Harper herself knows that the most important thing in life is not financial stability, but emotional. Having been let down by her absent father for most of her life, Harper chooses to keep the men in her life at arms length. Well, that
was until Kyler Morgan.
Kyler Morgan has been successful at nearly everything in his life … nearly. Traveling the country with the band Down Glory Road, Kyler has had time to reflect upon his life and in particular his relationship with feisty, drop-dead gorgeous realtor, Harper. Realizing that she is the woman of his dreams, Kyler resolves to win back Harper, and prove to her that she is, and always has been,
But the path to true love rarely runs smoothly, and when their journey takes a number of twists and turns, will Harper and Kyler manage to hold tight, or fall by the wayside?
This is a hard review to write for me because when it comes to the story itself, it was really good. However there were some parts of the story that just didn’t make sense to me and just didn’t work well. There were some errors in the book that would make sense to me if this would be the authors first book, but seeing as how this is the author second book it bothers me.
With this being the second book, I thought that the story was still pretty easy to follow along. I was worried that if you hadn’t read the first book, you wouldn’t be able to follow along. The characters each had their own separate personalities and I felt like Kyler and Harper seemed to complement each other.
The relationship between the two of them was interesting to say the least. I am unsure if I really enjoyed this story completely. While it had its good parts, there was just not enough there for me to really give this book a high rating. I felt like I was let down a bit because even with everything that was going on in the story, it was like I had read parts of the story before.
I couldn’t stand there and listen to Harper, my Harper, talk to Michael. That girl has been mine since I first laid eyes on her in high school. When I looked over and saw his name on her phone I saw red. I had to walk away or I would have pounded a fucking hole in the wall, and then I’d get my ass thrown out for sure. I had to wonder if he was the reason that she hadn’t been emailing me back. I knew they had a ‘thing’ a while ago, but had they started seeing each other again since I’d been gone? If they had, I’d have no problem putting on my game face and showing her who was better. There’s no way that dick-fluffer was better than me. I could treat her better and I knew I was better in bed—everything boils down to sex, I don’t care who you are. And not in gay way, but in high school I’d heard the stories about him being a premature ejaculator. Sorry man, but if you’re losing your spunk at first touch, you might want to get that looked at.\
He must be doing something that she likes, though, if she was still messing around with him. Harper was the type of woman to kick you to the curb if you weren’t giving her what she wanted. I just needed to figure out what it was, so I could do it better. And I needed to come up with a plan to get her to talk to me, without any interruptions. I knew I could be an egotistical ass sometimes, but once I put my hands on her I knew she wouldn’t be able to say no. She’d always reacted to me in the hottest way. I’d seen her shiver when I stood close. I’d seen her hazel eyes roll back while she screamed my name. I’d caught her looking at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. That girl was definitely mine, and now that she was here, I needed to remind her of it.
Stacy Borel lives in southeast Texas with her huband, two kids, and two dogs. She is a military wife, and prior to that, was a military brat. She loves picking up and moving somewhere new every two to four years. Stacy is a self-proclaimed Facebook addict. If she isn’t online, she is either writing or being a mom or wife.
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