'I will always take care of you'My pain started when I was just ten years old, it was the day my mom got that dreaded phone call. Life has never been the same.... 'I will always protect you' I am all kinds of broken.... I have known Logan White since forever, he is my brothers best friend and my secret protector. I used to have nightmares that drew me into a dark place and when the nightmares got too much, Logan was by my side. The nightmares are few and far between now, but my life is centered around the tragedy of my past. Logan is the definition of 'man whore', with girls lining around the block to drop their panties at the click of his fingers. But after an unexpected moment things change. Now Logan is somebody else; hot, sexy and so damn delicious and I want to know him. Desperately. But then there is Angel Walker who is far from the angelic nature of his name, with eyes so hypnotic that I lose my inhabitation’s just by staring into them. But he is a broken man who just screams sin. He doesn't want to protect me or care for me, He just wants me. Do I want the man who can cut through all of my pain or the man who could cause me more? Fists will fly, hearts will shatter and desire will be fueled.
S.K. Harley does a great job entertaining the reader.
I felt like I was Neva James and going through everything she was going through in her life. At the age of ten tragedy strikes Neva's family when her father dies. Logan White is Neva's brother Tate's best friend, and also Neva's, we fast forward to ten years past the passing of Brandon.
Neva finds love with two different guys, Logan - the all American guy whose been there for her through thick and thin since she was little, and knows what the passing of her father has done to her, and the nightmares she feels from the guilt of not being with her father when he passed, and then there is Angel, the tall, dark, and mysterious guy in her music class, but he has a secret to hide, but he makes her feel normal, so who does she pick? This book will leave you saying what happened.
I give this book 4 Stars
Okay I'm a little unsure how I feel at this exact moment. That ending is a shocker and my mind is swimming with questions.
First of all I don't like Neva, the main female character. She has split personality or something and I just couldn't connect with her. I found her to be selfish a lot of the times and in the moments when I'd connect to her her spilt personality would come out and I'd disagree with her every thought.
We have Logan who is just a darling. I love him. He's so sweet and caring and even getting his heart broken by Neva wont change the way he feels about her. He will always protect her. She breaks him time and time again and gets mad at him when he tries to move on. Their chemistry together is beautiful. You really feel their love for one another.
Angel is a fucking sexy hunk! One that just sets you on fire. You feel the want and need between Neva and Angel. It's a hot passion that sizzles just when they are near each other.
This story has great potential but I just don't like how Neva was. I liked her as a character, just not her thought process. The secondary characters are great. Neva's brother and her roommate/best friend are on the same wavelength as me.
The sex scenes are steamy. You feel the passion S.K has put into them. It sizzles and builds into beautiful things.
Overall I enjoyed the storyline, the males, secondary characters and the ending. I'm looking forward to the continuation of these guys story.
I give this book 4 sexy stars.
ExcerptTen white petals... Thud. One yellow centre... Thud. One...thud. Two...thud. Three...thud. I can feel hands around my throat, my breathing becoming shallow as I try to scream on the inside, not knowing if my own nightmare filled with the demons of my past will kill me while I sleep. My heartbeat roaring as it pounded relentlessly, leaving a ringing sensation in my ears. The smell of antiseptic so potent against my nostrils suddenly hit me, it was so strong that I could taste it in the back of my throat. The pressure around my neck slackened enough for me to get my bearings, I was back on the bridge again, pinned to the wooden slabs by someone or something I couldn't see nor describe. There was no where to go, I was trapped on the bridge that lead to no where, keeping me forever in the darkness, never to see the light again. I could taste the fear in my throat drowning out the antiseptic, I could feel my fear pouring into my gut as my body absorbed it, it was in my bones, in my soul. The fear in the air caused me to look back at demon above me, a black and smoky silhouette figure towering over my tiny frame, I could never make out who or what the demon was, but I knew I should fear it. The grip around my neck tightened once more, my hands trying to reach for anything to help free me, but there was nothing, there was always nothing. I could see the bridge clearly but I could never feel it against my skin, just the subconscious pressure of it against my back, a mixture of pressure and the feeling of floating. “Stop, please. No!” I wanted to scream but my vision was becoming blurred as my head swam with weightlessness. Images projected against the dark shadow of the demon above me, a car severely damaged, flashing blue lights and screaming, organized chaos. I thought I was going to die, I was ready just to let go, but I never died in my nightmares, I just hung on the edge, the demon making me remember. Suddenly the nightmare slowly started to release me, the twisted dark depths of my past slowly fading into a painful reminder of what was cruelly taken, what I would never get back. Thud...my heart slamming against my chest. Thud...my throat constricting tightly. Thud...my lungs burning with every breath. Thud. Thud. Thud. My lids were heavy, so heavy that I didn't think I could open my eyes. "Come back to me" A familiar soothing voice wrapped around around my mind, trying to release me of my own painful imprisonment. I tried desperately to speak to the voice, wanting them to pull me out from the torture that held me captive within my own mind, my tongue heavy and my mouth dry. My skin becoming saturated with sweat, my toes curling as if in pain, my heart heavy with unrelenting sadness. The light was almost to much to bare as I finally managed to open my eyes, squinting as the light penetrated my pupils, burning right through me. There was a figure above me once more, but it wasn't dark and twisted like the demons in my nightmares, it was home. I'm home.
Meet S.K. Hartley
S.K. Hartley is a mother, wife, avid reader and writer based in the not so sunny North West of England. You can find her either glued to her computer desk, in the library (yes they still exist) or floating around her favorite authors book signings!
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