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Strength is born during the moments that are meant to break us.
Monsters didn’t just exist in nightmares.
They were real; they lived among us. As the sole witness to a brutal murder, Ryann Sinclair knew that better than anyone.
He’d been burned once, and Cashel Donovan swore it was the last time.
Until Ryann Sinclair walked back into his life.
She was fiercely protective of her heart, and he was hell-bent on protecting her.
Never one to back down from a challenge, he was determined to break her.
Just so he could be the one to put her back together.
I enjoyed this book. The characters were great, there were some wicked plot twists, and it was a beautiful love story. However the were some pretty gruesome parts throughout the book, which I wasn’t expecting.
This is a debut novel by this author, and I am really impressed with the writing style. The book grabbed you and sucked you into the story. The only reason I dropped it to a 4 star is because there were a few scenes that just dragged a little bit, and the graphic scenes just weren’t for me. However the love story and the relationship between Cash and Ryann was beautiful, especially during the end of the book. I loved how Cash was her rock. My favorite quote of the book was “Love isn’t merely a word. Love is an action.” That really stuck with me.
All in all this was a great book. Congratulations on a wonderful debut novel 🙂
My Rating: 4 stars
“Let me clear this up for you,” he says using my words against me. “I’m in this. I’m all in, and I protect what belongs to me. You might not think you need me, but you fucking have me.”
He moves the hand on my chin to the back of my head and then grips my waist with the other. He pulls me tight against the hard wall of his chest, angles my head, and crushes his lips to mine. The kiss is bruising, passionate, and incensed. Every stroke of his tongue against mine is a punishment.
He doesn’t say a word when he breaks the seal of our lips. He just strolls out the door. I’m left standing there, staring after him, dumbfounded, while my body is on fire from his fervent assault.
It’s uttered so quietly, I assume she’s dreaming. Without turning to look at her, I take another step out of the room.
There is a desperate sound in her tone that seizes my heart and traps the air in my lungs. Turning back, I go to the side of the bed and crouch down, so I’m eye-level with her. Softly, I push the hair off her forehead and hold her gaze. All her defenses are down. If a person’s eyes are windows to their soul, I feel like I’m seeing into the depths of her. Seeing all the broken pieces.
“All right, baby girl, I’ll stay.”
About the Author
K. Street has been making up stories since she was old enough to talk and began writing at the tender age of eleven. She resides in central Florida with her husband and daughter. Her affinity for coffee, sweet red wine, dark chocolate and hockey runs deep. When K isn’t working or writing she enjoys reading, cooking, spending time with her family and cheering on her beloved Chicago Blackhawks.