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4.0 AVERAGE
4.0 AVERAGE
emotional
mysterious
slow-paced
emotional
mysterious
tense
slow-paced
dark
emotional
mysterious
tense
slow-paced
challenging
dark
emotional
hopeful
sad
tense
medium-paced
This was probably the happiest ending I've read from this author so far...but my heart was still ripped out of my chest at several points.
I'm probably going to read another book by JTG, because I'm a glutton for dramatic suspense, and emotional punishment.
I'm probably going to read another book by JTG, because I'm a glutton for dramatic suspense, and emotional punishment.
dark
emotional
informative
mysterious
fast-paced
Mysterious love story with a twist!
I enjoyed this book and found it to be a pretty quick read. I didn’t grow bored of it and wanted to see what would unfold next.
I enjoyed this book and found it to be a pretty quick read. I didn’t grow bored of it and wanted to see what would unfold next.
Anything I say will spoil this. Suffice it to say I laughed, cried, and sighed with happiness. Loved it!
emotional
funny
hopeful
mysterious
sad
medium-paced
"Love isn't born of the flesh. It's born of the spirit, and so can transcend the bonds of flesh, and life and time."
Have you ever read a book that touched you so deeply you were almost afraid to keep reading in the worry that the author would somehow stop writing gold, and disappoint you? My only complaint is that I craved a few more chapters.
All the stars.
Have you ever read a book that touched you so deeply you were almost afraid to keep reading in the worry that the author would somehow stop writing gold, and disappoint you? My only complaint is that I craved a few more chapters.
All the stars.
“How can you remember someone you’ve never met?”
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If you're looking for something a bit different to read, this is it! Fate. Reincarnation. Love that transcends time. Could it have happened for Megan and Cass and Theo? J.T. keeps you guessing throughout this whole book.
Megan lost her husband Cass five years ago in a car accident. To fulfill their dream, she moves from Phoenix, AZ to Seaside, OR to buy and remodel a Bed & Breakfast. There she meets the silent, brooding Theo, the best contractor in town. When he shows up with the plans for her house, it's as if she designed it herself. How could he know what her and Cass had dreamed of?
J.T.'s writing is incredible in this book. She drew me right in. The story. The characters. The setting. (I love the PNW and the Oregon coast is my favorite. I want to live in this B&B). Theo is grumpy. Megan's snarky. Their banter (his unspoken) back and forth is great. The tension between them...off the charts. This is one of the more unique reads that I've read. Can't recommend it enough.
Nicknames: Sunshine, King Crabby Poo
Moody Raincoat Guy, former local wonder boy turned mute, glowering diner patron with eyes like midnight at the bottom of a well. I wonder if his heart is full of ghosts too.
I love you, sweet pea. I’ll love you till the end of time.
“I know what it’s like to have life pull the rug out from under you.”
Several minutes pass and Coop is still standing there, talking to Theo. Or drawing pictures or whatever it is he does to communicate with Mr. Incommunicado.
When he turns and looks toward the house, it’s like he knew exactly where I was standing. Our eyes meet with the sensation of a key fitting into a lock: a smooth, inevitable click.
If the book was a blueprint of my mind, these drawings are a map of my heart.
In a muted voice, I ask, “How do you have all this prepared without ever meeting with me or being inside the house?” He glances down at the book, flattens his big hand over the cover, exhales a slow breath through his nose. The he picks up the pen and pad.
I love this house. It deserves a second chance.
I swear his eye roll is sarcastic.
Though he can be charming when he wants to be, his default mode is Hate Megan.
“That house is more than just a house to me,” I tell him, my voice low but strong. “It’s a lifeline. It’s a kept promise. It’s probably the only thing I’ll ever love again. Do you understand?”
Yes. More than you’ll ever know.
Because you make all my broken parts bleed.
The problem with lost causes is that they’re so seductive to those who know what it is to be lost.
“Theo.” He stops and looks at me. In a shaking voice, I say, “How are you here?”
I’ll always be here.
Theo’s smile comes on slow, but it keeps growing until it takes over his entire body, until he’s practically glowing from the inside out. I can’t remember the last time I saw something so beautiful.
This isn’t fear, or shock, or anything nearly as simple as those. I recognize this feeling like I’d recognize the face of an old friend, glimpsed from afar after a long separation. Desire has a particular flavor that, once tasted, can never be forgotten. All from the press of his fingertips on my wrist.
I hear Theo’s guys walking around the house, their footsteps echoing hollowly, their voices muffled through the floor, and I wish I could hear his voice. I wonder what it would sound like. Hard like his expression or soft like his eyes?
If the good memories outweigh the bad, you shouldn’t want to forget the past.
Blinking back tears, I whisper, “I don’t want to forget him. I want to forget who I am without him.”
“I’m strong because I’ve had to be, but you make me feel like I might be losing my mind. You make me…feel. Things. All these goddamn things that I don’t know what to do with, okay? I can’t deal with this, Theo, all this…” Emotion.
“‘How can you remember someone you’ve never met?’”
“Love isn’t born of the flesh. It’s born of the spirit, and so can transcend the bonds of flesh, and life, and time. The poet Rumi said, ‘Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.’”
Come back, Theo. If I’m the reason you left, come back. A wise man recently told me that the thing that breaks you is the only thing that can put you back together. If we’re each other’s hammers, maybe we’re also each other’s glue.
I summoned him, after all. I cast a spell with my letter, one I knew would work its magic and bring him to me in the night, my midnight valentine who stalks the darkness outside my house and inside my heart.
He fucks me like he owns me, body and soul. And he does. But I own him too. Every look and touch is evidence of his total surrender. Every kiss is one more link added to the chain.
Isn’t it simple? Whatever we are, or not, There is only you.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
If you're looking for something a bit different to read, this is it! Fate. Reincarnation. Love that transcends time. Could it have happened for Megan and Cass and Theo? J.T. keeps you guessing throughout this whole book.
Megan lost her husband Cass five years ago in a car accident. To fulfill their dream, she moves from Phoenix, AZ to Seaside, OR to buy and remodel a Bed & Breakfast. There she meets the silent, brooding Theo, the best contractor in town. When he shows up with the plans for her house, it's as if she designed it herself. How could he know what her and Cass had dreamed of?
J.T.'s writing is incredible in this book. She drew me right in. The story. The characters. The setting. (I love the PNW and the Oregon coast is my favorite. I want to live in this B&B). Theo is grumpy. Megan's snarky. Their banter (his unspoken) back and forth is great. The tension between them...off the charts. This is one of the more unique reads that I've read. Can't recommend it enough.
Nicknames: Sunshine, King Crabby Poo
Moody Raincoat Guy, former local wonder boy turned mute, glowering diner patron with eyes like midnight at the bottom of a well. I wonder if his heart is full of ghosts too.
I love you, sweet pea. I’ll love you till the end of time.
“I know what it’s like to have life pull the rug out from under you.”
Several minutes pass and Coop is still standing there, talking to Theo. Or drawing pictures or whatever it is he does to communicate with Mr. Incommunicado.
When he turns and looks toward the house, it’s like he knew exactly where I was standing. Our eyes meet with the sensation of a key fitting into a lock: a smooth, inevitable click.
If the book was a blueprint of my mind, these drawings are a map of my heart.
In a muted voice, I ask, “How do you have all this prepared without ever meeting with me or being inside the house?” He glances down at the book, flattens his big hand over the cover, exhales a slow breath through his nose. The he picks up the pen and pad.
I love this house. It deserves a second chance.
I swear his eye roll is sarcastic.
Though he can be charming when he wants to be, his default mode is Hate Megan.
“That house is more than just a house to me,” I tell him, my voice low but strong. “It’s a lifeline. It’s a kept promise. It’s probably the only thing I’ll ever love again. Do you understand?”
Yes. More than you’ll ever know.
Because you make all my broken parts bleed.
The problem with lost causes is that they’re so seductive to those who know what it is to be lost.
“Theo.” He stops and looks at me. In a shaking voice, I say, “How are you here?”
I’ll always be here.
Theo’s smile comes on slow, but it keeps growing until it takes over his entire body, until he’s practically glowing from the inside out. I can’t remember the last time I saw something so beautiful.
This isn’t fear, or shock, or anything nearly as simple as those. I recognize this feeling like I’d recognize the face of an old friend, glimpsed from afar after a long separation. Desire has a particular flavor that, once tasted, can never be forgotten. All from the press of his fingertips on my wrist.
I hear Theo’s guys walking around the house, their footsteps echoing hollowly, their voices muffled through the floor, and I wish I could hear his voice. I wonder what it would sound like. Hard like his expression or soft like his eyes?
If the good memories outweigh the bad, you shouldn’t want to forget the past.
Blinking back tears, I whisper, “I don’t want to forget him. I want to forget who I am without him.”
“I’m strong because I’ve had to be, but you make me feel like I might be losing my mind. You make me…feel. Things. All these goddamn things that I don’t know what to do with, okay? I can’t deal with this, Theo, all this…” Emotion.
“‘How can you remember someone you’ve never met?’”
“Love isn’t born of the flesh. It’s born of the spirit, and so can transcend the bonds of flesh, and life, and time. The poet Rumi said, ‘Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes around in another form.’”
Come back, Theo. If I’m the reason you left, come back. A wise man recently told me that the thing that breaks you is the only thing that can put you back together. If we’re each other’s hammers, maybe we’re also each other’s glue.
I summoned him, after all. I cast a spell with my letter, one I knew would work its magic and bring him to me in the night, my midnight valentine who stalks the darkness outside my house and inside my heart.
He fucks me like he owns me, body and soul. And he does. But I own him too. Every look and touch is evidence of his total surrender. Every kiss is one more link added to the chain.
Isn’t it simple? Whatever we are, or not, There is only you.
emotional
mysterious
tense
slow-paced