**Each book in this series can be read as a stand alone.**
I fell in love with Manda Baker eight years ago, and I loved her to the core of her soul. We were supposed to have that elusive happily ever after and spend a lifetime together. But that was all before she was STOLEN from me.
Her best friend, Sarah Erickson, killed her. It wasn’t intentional. It was far worse. Everyone claims it was just an accident, but I can see through the lies. Even if it’s with my dying breath, I will make her pay for what she did.
Fate hates me. It robbed me of my first love and left me to navigate through this world emotionless and numb. Then, one day, spiteful fate gave me a woman to fill my shattered soul and make me feel again. It gave me Emma Jane
Erickson. Now I spend my days searching for the answers that will ruin Sarah and my nights falling in love with her sister—the one person who is bound and determined to save her.
But what happens when everything you know to be true explodes around you? Who will be left to pick up the pieces, and who will need to be saved from the wreckage?
WARNING: If you are ovulating, then you may become pregnant while reading this book. Seriously…I took a pregnancy test after I was done because it was so hot. It was negative, but I wouldn’t have been
disappointed to carry Caleb’s love child. Consider yourselves warned women of child bearing age.
This is Caleb’s book. We met him in Changing Course and I guess if you had to describe him in one word it would be angry. Caleb is very angry that his one true love was stolen by a few drinks and some bad decisions on the part of Sarah Erickson, her best friend. He has spent years fostering this hatred, grooming it and going as far as to have
it inked on his body as his own personal talisman of pain. Caleb’s a complicated guy. But to make things more complicated, he meets and starts to fall for Emma Jane, Sarah’s sister. They meet at the hospital after Sarah was
admitted and they have an instant attraction. When Emma Jane moves to be closer to Sarah, she and Caleb begin to see each other. But with Caleb carrying around a chip on his shoulder the size of an albatross, can he let go of the
past in order to find happiness again?
I loved the first book in this series. If you’ve not read it, you don’t really need to read it in order to read this one, but I seriously wouldn’t miss it. I thought it was a wonderfully surprising book by a new author and I have to say that this second book was even better. It’s written beautifully and concisely, it’s complicated but easy to follow. As a seasoned reader I am always taken aback when there’s a twist I didn’t see coming. Well, kudos dear author, because the twist in this book had me sitting straight up at 2am yelling “WHAT?!?!?” After my husband recovered from the heart attack and I kept reading, I was simply blown away.
Of course, this story wouldn’t be anything without the hero and heroine, and they are both fantastically written and complicated characters that I fell in love with. Caleb, I knew I would love once I dug deeper, but I have to say I was a bit surprised to like Emma Jane so much. And her roommates…how does this happen? I never had roommates like that, and quite frankly I feel I’ve missed out on something. Anyway, Emma is sweet and loving, but fierce and loyal. She’s definitely a step up for Caleb, and I’m glad he was able to realize it.
Overall, this was a phenomenal book. It has everything you could possibly want to read in a romance novel: off the charts steamy sex, mystery, bone jarring surprises and a solid and realistic love story that will make your heart happy. I am a devoted Aly Martinez fan girl. She’s never getting’ rid of me. 5 stars.
“Do you always act like a kindergartener when you like a girl?”
“Who said I like you?” I mock surprise.
Yeah, I gave myself away. She knows that I think she’s hot, but wanting to have sex with someone is very different than actually liking them. At least it is in my world. I’ve had sex with numerous women since Manda. Never once have I even thought twice about them though. That is until Emma ran into my life.
“You called back, didn’t you?”
Damn it, busted again! She’s right. I like her even though I know absolutely nothing about her. I need to remedy this without acting like a broody, sullen teenager. Who knows. Maybe I will be able to shake her once I get to know her a little better.
“What’s your favorite color, Emma Jane Erickson?”
“What is this, the get-to-know-each-other portion of the night? I never thought you would be so cliché, Detective Jones.” She laughs for a second before answering, “Orange.”
“Oh, come on. No one likes orange.”
“Why not? It’s different and bold. It stands out amongst a blank world of black, white, and gray. Orange is the early morning sun stretching across the sky and the color of a burning ember standing tall in the middle of a beach bonfire. It’s leaves in the fall, carrots in Nana’s vegetable soup on a cold winter day, tulips in the spring, and the ladybugs in the middle of the grassy park on a hot summer afternoon. Orange is life. It’s unexpected but beautiful.” She stops talking, and her depth silences me too.
I consider myself a very artistic person. I draw, paint, and build. Creation is my escape. And to listen to this woman wax poetic about a single simple color steals my breath. It embeds itself somewhere deep inside. A place where no woman, especially an Erickson, has any business being.
“Oh, and it’s my favorite flavor of candy too.”
And with those simple words, I know I’m in trouble. So fucking much trouble. I begin to laugh, and I mean really laugh. The kind that sticks with you even after the joke is long since forgotten, and I do it for the first time in almost five years. Fuck.
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in Chicago, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.