As we come to the end of Logan and Tate’s journey, I’m sad. Sad because these were such great characters and a little sad because I thought of the three books in this series this one was the weakest. This book is basically just about Logan and Tate making it work. It’s not all puppy dogs and rainbows – they each have their quirks. I was happy to see them together and trying to thrive and to trust.
I couldn’t help but feel that a lot of this book was just filler. Maybe it’s because the first two were so good, but this one just wasn’t as good as the rest. Granted, it’s not a bad book in any way, shape, or form, it’s just that when you’re trying to keep perfection going I’m sure it can be difficult.
The characters, of course, are lovely. This is a very passionate, steamy and emotional story. I didn’t feel it gave me quite the resolution I was hoping for because it still felt a little unfinished to me, but I was happy to see how Tate and Logan got to their ending.
I absolutely think that this book is a must read if you’ve read the other books in the series. Ella does a fabulous job of writing about two characters that have challenges but are good people just trying to work it out. I think we all know a little about that. 4 stars
“What’s wrong with my hair? Are you saying I need to cut it?” “No, I’m fucking not,” Logan said as he fingered the curls by Tate’s ear. “And you know it.” “What would you do if I did shave my head?” “Kill you? And likely get away with it since I have connections to a very reputable law firm.” Tate chuckled and shoved Logan until he was on his back beside him. “Be serious.” Logan turned his head on the pillow and ran his eyes over Tate’s full head of hair. Then he returned his gaze to the eyes watching him. “I would quite possibly cry. For days.” “Over my hair? It does grow back, you know.” “Yeah, but not for months,” he grumbled. “Can you please stop talking so calmly about this? You’re making me nervous.” Tate shifted until his long, lean body was stretched out above him, and Logan widened his legs to allow him to settle in between. “Don’t worry,” Tate assured him as he lowered his head to kiss the corner of his mouth. He then moved those teasing lips to Logan’s ear and whispered, “I like your hands in it too much to cut it off.” Logan threaded his fingers through the thick waves and asked, “Like this?” With a groan, Tate rocked his hips against him, and Logan twisted his fingers tighter. “Exactly like that.” “Good,” he said as he wound his legs around Tate’s. “Because this way, I can have a tight hold on you when you’re trying to distract me. I’m onto you, Mr. Morrison. Don’t try to use your body against me.” He almost lost his willpower when Tate, the cocky fucker, placed his hands on either side of his head and rubbed their erections together. “You don’t want me to use my body on you?” “Fuck you,” Logan said, knowing full well that, if he didn’t change the subject or get Tate the hell off him, he was going to roll him over and cease talking altogether. Usually he’d love nothing more, but right now, he wanted to know why Tate had reacted so strongly to his question from last night—well, early morning . “We need to talk.”