Emma Walker was a writer who'd lost herself to someone else's anger--who had given up on ever feeling like herself again.
Evan Levesque was a rock-god--the one all the woman wanted, but he'd never gotten used to the loneliness between the stage and real life.
With just one cup of coffee they'll begin a journey of self-discovery at each others sides, but can Emma handle Evan's fame while dealing with her own demons? Emma's checkered personal past, a bad relationship that haunts the edges of her memories, threatens to make everything implode on them when Evan takes matters into his own hands.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but your words...they'll destroy my soul--Can Emma handle being put back together and facing who she's become because of it?
GENRE: New Adult>Contemporary Romance
Mild to moderate sexual content
I traced the outline of the beads on his neck showing through his v-neck t-shirt. "What does this symbolize?"
I let my fingers follow the line of his vein down his shoulder, over the flowers that dotted his upper arm and down to his forearm. I turned it so I could trace the lion on the inside. "And this?"
"Lions are bad ass."
He shrugged. "Unfortunately, not every tattoo I have has a meaning."
"My mom's favorite flower. I know it's not original," he commented as he took my hand and put it over his heart where the roses were. "But after everything my parents went through with me I wanted something to symbolize them."
"Everything they want through?" I asked as I let my fingers fan out across the shape of his chest muscles before bringing them back up and playing with the tips of his hair that were beginning to curl.
"I left home when I was sixteen to record our first CD, went on tour at seventeen, and started tattooing the crap out of myself at eighteen. I know I'm successful, but I can't say I think this was what my parents wanted."
Evan had moved his head so he was staring out at the ocean. I watched as the waves reflected in his eyes and his chest heaved with a deep outlet of breath.
"I'm sure they're proud of you," I tried to reassure him, but I could tell from the way his jaw tightened that this was something he had been dealing with for a long time.
His eyes met mine and he reached up to touch my face. "I know...but it doesn't change the fact I was their only child, and I abandoned them for a life they never approved of."
"I'm not an excellent poster child for things parents approve of either. There's so much guilt I deal with day to day. I know that I hurt them," I explained, my voice diminishing to a cracking whisper that was only just audible against the sound of the waves. I closed my eyes, unable to bear the look on his face as I admitted, "What's worse is the anger I feel at myself for it."
I felt Evan get up and kneel in front of me, pulling my face to his own. I concentrated on the touch of his rough finger tips, the smell of his heady Axe cologne and then the feel of his forehead as it pressed against mine while I tried to calm my breathing.
"Tell me something..." his voice drifted with the waves; "tell me why it feels like you're a part of my soul?"
I opened my eyes to look into his, watching as the yellow around his iris darkened to a burnt orange and the brown faded to a muted green.
"Because you're a part of mine."
So when I first started reading this, I got nervous. I was all...oh no! They fell in love too quickly, I'm not going to like this one bit.Someone should have slapped me on the wrist. Boy was I wrong. I really did like this. They had to fall in love fast for the story to develop the way it did. For the story to suck you in like it does. This is a beautiful story of being broken. Someone having the power to break your spirit, but finding the exact person meant to have the power to bring it back. The exact person to make you whole. It all starts over spilled coffee and normalcy.
I started reading this, like I said, a little nervous. Nervous that it was too much too sun. Those relationship usually crash and burn. But the distance is what I think did it. Hurt but helped. Then the secrets, or should I say honesty. Through the start of their relationship, I am like okay.. there is something going on.. Something happened to her. what is it? What am I missing?
Then the truth comes out. She trusts him enough to tell him her history. Trusts him enough to tell him why she is so broken. And I'm shocked, it's not what I expected. I don't know what I expected, but I didn't expect her to be a survivor but yet so tormented. Still struggling so much with guilt. I just wanted to wrap her in a bubble and tell her it was going to be ok, that she was going to be ok. Ultimately that is what Evan does for her. His love becomes that bubble. With Evan, it's not so much that he has secrets. Just a history. I mean, he's a rock god who's been in the industry since he was 16. I'm sure he's been with quite a few...um..women. They may also have been...
Just sayin... anyway. The distance seems to be a huge issue, one that they are dealing with well. The only thing that had me a little afraid they wouldn't make it through was Eric. I really thought he might destroy them. "Don't let him win". Best thing that could've been said. I really liked their relationship. I liked the balance of her normalcy vs his stardom. I love how they fight to keep it normal. There were time where I just wanted to shake her! Scream "don't give up!" He's so perfect for her, and her him. And the Grammy's. OMG! And the red carpet!! Way to keep me on the edge of my seat Cassandra! I give this book 4 hearts. I really really liked it.
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