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kara_hildebrand 's review for:
Eulogy
by Rachel Van Dyken
Thank the Lord, Rachel Van Dyken is giving us more Eagle Elite! I love Rachel and her books. So. Much. This series is one of my all-time-favorites and I've been reading it since the very beginning. I was always #TeamChase. I always thought Trace was dumb for not picking Chase! But, I'm glad she didn't. I also never really fell for Mel. There was always something about her that rubbed me the wrong way, but Chase was happy with her, or so it seemed. Chase was the funny one. Always making jokes. Making everyone laugh. Cooking for the family. Always smiling. Eulogy showed us a very different side of Chase. Broken. Empty. Gutted. Heartless. Soulless. It was hard for me to watch this Chase. I wanted to reach in and shake him and then give him a big Kara hug. After he lost Mil he was just angry. Hell bent on revenge, death and destruction. Only seeing one way out. The only way to get out. Until he has to share his space with Luciana. She's innocent and scared. And he does what the new Chase does. Threatens her. Scares her. Then makes the mistake of kissing her. Something about her kiss makes him want more. Want to have something to live for. Makes him feel more like his old self. But can he stop the path he's on? Even for the chance at true love? Oh my. I loved Chase before, but I love him so much more now. I loved seeing this darker side to him. I loved all the passion. The heat. The heart. And of course, loved seeing the family. That's the way we Italians do it.
He. Was. Epically beautiful. Men weren't supposed to look like him in real life, with light eyes, dark, perfect olive skin, strong jawlines, hair I wanted to dig my hands into, and a body just made for magazine covers.
His mouth tasted like the best mistake of my life.
God save us all from Italian families with the questions and food and questions and food.
Chase angry was sexy.
Chase sad…still sexy.
Chase standing…still so sexy.
Chase speaking Italian?
I might not survive.
"Don't waste your tears on me," I whispered. "I’m not worth it."
"I'll decide what my tears are worth," she shot right back.
He. Was. Epically beautiful. Men weren't supposed to look like him in real life, with light eyes, dark, perfect olive skin, strong jawlines, hair I wanted to dig my hands into, and a body just made for magazine covers.
His mouth tasted like the best mistake of my life.
God save us all from Italian families with the questions and food and questions and food.
Chase angry was sexy.
Chase sad…still sexy.
Chase standing…still so sexy.
Chase speaking Italian?
I might not survive.
"Don't waste your tears on me," I whispered. "I’m not worth it."
"I'll decide what my tears are worth," she shot right back.