Damian Tate. One look into his sad green eyes and I was hooked. I wanted to be the one to make him laugh, to make him smile. I hadn’t expected him to be the one to make me blush, to make me hot…to make me fall in love. He was my first kiss, my first love, my first everything. I wanted forever with him, but life got in the way.
He enlisted, I went to college, and for years we were never in the same place long enough to pick up where we left off.
Thirteen years after he left, tragedy brings him home. The stoic boy I fell in love with grew into a quiet, dangerous and wildly sexy man. He still tugs on all the right strings for me, but he seems determined to keep me at arm’s-length.
However, when trouble comes knocking at my door, he is the one to put himself between that trouble and me.
Spending time with him might drive me insane, or it might be our second chance at first love.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
My heart hurt seeing his face—a cut near his left eye, blood smeared down his cheek and a blooming bruise on his jaw. “I heard you and Cam talking. I was curious.”
He had been walking me toward the exit but those words stopped him. His feet sort of rooted themselves to the concrete floor as his head turned in my direction. “So you walked here alone?”
“It wasn’t far.”
That wasn’t the right answer apparently because he hissed between his teeth. It wasn’t an actual word, just a release of frustration.
He started toward the exit again. “What are you fighting when you are out there?”
We had just reached the stairs when he pulled me behind them and pressed me up against the wall. “Come again?”
“When you fight, what are you fighting?”
“Not who am I fighting?”
“No, your opponent isn’t what you’re fighting.”
He leaned in and lowered his head to look me right in the eyes. “How do you know that?”
I gently wiped the blood from his face. “I know you.”
He had the strangest reaction to that. He closed his eyes, like he was in pain, and lowered his forehead to my shoulder. “This can’t happen.”
Those words caused a chill to move right down my spine. He was wrong. It totally could and should happen. “Why not?”
He lifted his head and for the first time I saw so much more in those eyes. “Cam is a good friend and your parents are like my own.”
His lips brushed along my jaw and I had to lock my knees to keep from sliding down the wall. “And if I did to you all the things I wanted, I couldn’t sit at their table without them knowing that I claimed every part of you.”
you read the reviews I wrote on her books so far I may sound biased but
like I am friends with her or I would gain something from this here.
And to be honest I might not really know her in “real” life – but YES I
do gain something when I write my reviews.
Gain is that this author hopefully knows how much I appreciate the fact
that she writes books the way they should be and that I hope that she
will do that for a long time to come.
I read a book a day and I read so many books I love only to have
friends asking me weeks later “you mentioned this book” and I can not
seem to recall the author or the title.
is the hazard of reading this much that book contents blend into each
other because they were so similar (even if they were beautiful) and
author names are only distant memories if you remember them at all. That
is not me being mean – just honest.
then there are these authors that you always compare others too. You
tell your friends – there is this book I just read I can not remember
the author but – it was a little like “insert THAT AUTHOR’s book”. And
L.A. Fiore is one of those authors … I am not sure how often I told a
friend of mine “that book is a little like “A glimpse of a Dream” for
my mind on this List there are authors like Rachel van Dyken, Colleen
Hoover, Jodie Ellen Malpas and several others – some known – some
unknown but all dearly loved. And any author on this list can be sure
that I will one-click their book before even reading the blurb.
might be the point where you start wondering if I am ever going to
mention the book I was supposed to be actually reviewing. Well yes I am …
I just read L.A. Fiore’s latest creation called “Devil you know” and I
noticed that I have no idea how to write the review without any
I decided to stall time and talk about the author instead. Seems that
my time is up and spoilers at least some tiny ones can not be avoided.
Lets see – The readers can call themselves lucky, after several
standalone novels L.A. has ventured into the standalone but still series
department and I am beyond happy, because the secondary characters she
creates deserve their own stories to be told.
was asking myself what I could tell fellow readers about this book that
would describe it appropriate without giving away anything and as a
joke I said “Well I could copy my review from change the names” and maybe write a “PLUS emotions times 10”
beside it that would be fitting. I did not do that obviously but still
it is true- everything I said about that other book rings true with this
one, except that the story is totally different.
emotions during reading were still the same. TIMES 10 Unusual for me
was while I am usually a sucker for the ”book boyfriend” in this case
kind of “fell in love” with the female lead.
is so far the most unique female I read. Even in the most depressing
situations she managed to come up with a point of view at things that
was admirable. Others might say she was blind to the real life but not
me I admire her determination.
… I am not going to comment on my first thought when I read his name
and the name of the book … (ups I might have done that just now
#laughing) – No – seriously – Damian is a remarkable character – but I
would expect nothing less from this author. His quiet presence is
something that every woman would wish for in real life – but it was
Thea’s balancing light that made him shine.
even though on my kindle there are markings and notes on about 70% of
the book there is this one passage near the end that really did a thing
on me. No spoilers but you will have found the moment when you come
across Thea’s brother asking a simple question “what are your
intentions” … and everything after that left me speechless sitting there
with my jaw hanging open and agreeing on Thea’s comment about the
“Umbrella for two” #cryptic much – sorry I know …
day isn’t looking to good – everything looks bleak ? Its raining and
your are bordering a weather depression? You are desperately in need of a
few hours to yourself dreaming ?
yourself a copy of this book – it will not solve the problems of the
world but it will make you feel better – so much from me on a book that
has made me smile every time I think about it and its been almost 2 days
since I read it…
wished I had the approval to throw out a longer teasing quote or two …
to make you understand but I guess you will have to simply trust me on