I used to be a nice, normal girl. I had dreams. Good, happy dreams of a white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and a fairytale love that lasts forever. Nobody ever warned me that sometimes, the prince dies three weeks before the wedding.
Like any addict, I swear this time is the last….
Now, I go through my days, a shadow of my former self. I pretend I’m okay, and the people in my life pretend to believe me. But, sometimes, when I can no longer stand the craving, I roam an underground sex club looking for my next hit. It’s dirty and wrong, but I can’t stop, and my only line of defense between them and me, is the rules I’ve designed to keep me safe. The men always abide by my rules. Until I meet him.
And, like any addict, I’m wrong.
I don’t question the instincts that tell me to run. One look at him, standing there, power radiating off him in waves, tells me all I need to know. He will make me crave those happy dreams I’ve left behind. And that is not an option.
Reviewed by Sally
Many thanks to the author and netgalley for this book.
wow, where do I start? First of all this book will take you one hell of an emotional rollercoaster. Its sad but beautiful at the same time.
Layla's grief was portrayed extremely well, you can tell the author put a lot of effort and thought in to the subject surrounding her grief.
Michael's character, well he's just smoking perfection, dominant but not distastefully. I was expecting a hell of a lot of sex but I found it had the right amount, not to much but not to little.
This story will blow your mind, I look forward to the next book.