Summary Ellie Watt is used to starting over. The daughter of a grifting team, Ellie spent her childhood being used as a pawn in her parents' latest scam. Now she's much older, wiser and ready to give her con artist life a rest. But returning to the dry desert town of Palm Valley, California means one more temptation than she bargained for - Camden McQueen. Once known as the high school weirdo, Camden is bigger and badder than the boy he used to be and a talented tattoo artist with his own thriving business. Ellie's counting on Camden still being in love with her but what she's not counting on is how easily unrequited love can turn into obsession over time. When Camden discovers Ellie's plan to con him, he makes her a deal she doesn't dare refuse, but her freedom comes with a price and it's one that takes both Ellie and Camden down a dangerous road.
Ellie Watt had a dysfunctional upbringing with parents who were con artists. She learned how to pack her bags on a moments notice, and live on the run. As a young child, she got seriously scarred after a con gone wrong. Her scars lead to anger, and long-terms plans for revenge. She's only ever had one friend, Camden McQueen, who she met in high school. Camden and Ellie were both outcasts in school. Unfortunately, she destroyed their friendship when she betrayed him. Now, many years later, Ellie is on the run again and headed to ask her Uncle Jim for help. However, her uncle is struggling, and not willing to let her live with him for a long period of time. While back in Palm Valley, Southern California, she runs in to Camden, who has had a complete transformation. Camden is gorgeous, fit, sexy, and the successful business owner of his very own tattoo shop. Ellie, who is in desperate need of money, begins to plan a con, in which she will steal a large sum of money from Camden. However, everything doesn't go according to plan, and Ellie and Camden will both never be the same again.
Sin's & Needles, by Karina Halle, was suspenseful, action-packed, and delivered an enthralling plot! Ellie was tough on the outside, but very vulnerable on the inside. She was such an intriguing character, that gave me mixed views and emotions concerning her character. She made me feel angry at times, and sorry for her at other times. She was very lost, and while she made many bad decisions, there was a part of me that had hope, that she was redeemable. Camden had an air of mystery, and danger, as well as vulnerability. I could tell that he was in love with Ellie, yet he had been hurt badly by her actions.
Javier (Ellie's ex-boyfriend, that she was on the run from) was a character that we got introduced to, but don't learn much about. He exudes power, danger, dominance, and ruthlessness. It will be interesting to learn more about him in the next segment, and see if he ever really loved Ellie or just viewed her as a possession. The plot was very fast-paced, had a lot of ups and downs, and some crazy and unexpected twists. I am very eager to continue this series, and see where it leads. I'm hoping that Ellie and Camden get a happily every after, but at this point; I'm not holding my breath.
I give Sins & Needles 4 Tragic, Heart-Thumping, On the Run, "Will Love Prevail?" Filled Stars! If you are looking for a story with mystery, crime, danger, intrigue, suspense, action, and an edgy sexy quality, you must read Sins & Needles by Karina Halle!!!
My Favorite Quotes:
"Do you think because you can't see my scars that they don't exist? That's the trouble with pain, Ellie. If you're lucky, you can wear it for all the world to see. Most people have their pain deep inside, in places no one ever goes. Not until it's too late." (eARC, Loc. 1761)
"I hate you, Ellie Watt," he whispered, lips coming closer to mine, "because I still love you after all these years." (eARC, Loc. 3423)
"We all make our own paths in life. Everyone we meet, everything we do, it changes us. It makes us who we are. And, if we're lucky, we're given the chance to make things right again. (eARC, Loc. 3606)
OMG Becky Look at Their Baggage…
It is so big!
Ain’t that a fact yall! Wow!! Uh news alert…The rumors are true, this is dark. For the first 30% of the book I could not stand Ellie! Then at right about 40% in BAM!!! TKO!!!
I wanted to feel bad for Ellie because I really censed her fear but I couldn’t muster up the empathy(that I usually exude btw!) It probably had to do with Camden and the way she treated him. BUT I’m happy to report…Much love now!! I’m not making excuses for Ellie she’s made a lot of mistakes but now she’s owning them. As for Camden, I will make a million excuses for him all day, every day, because I heart that guy pretty hard.
I’m sort of dying to clear my schedule so I can read the next book in this series! Sins & Needles is the perfect example of not liking a character but still having love for the book. Ja feel? Its like “man that girl is a b” but its all written so tragically beautifully that how can I not heart this!
S-eparation, Ellie has been gone for a long time running its what she does best but for the first time she wants to come home and put an end to the games.
I-nsecure, life has punished Ellie her past is full of nightmares all she’s ever wanted is to be normal.
N-otorious, Camden McQueen was treated poorly and branded with terrible names but only one person ever truly broke his heart.
S-urprise, being reunited has proven to be more than what Camden and Ellie bargained for.
N-ostalgia, being close to Camden again brings back feelings Ellie didn’t understand in the past and is too guilty to amend in the present.
E-scape, being pursued by very dangerous people will lead Ellie to commit an unthinkable act.
E-ntrust, Camden needs Ellie their situation isn’t perfect but it’s the beginning of something amazing.
D-reams, life has kicked Camden so many times but he knows deep down Ellie is justified and soon he will come to know exactly why.
L-ies, the time for secrets and shame is over Ellie bares her soul and receives an unimaginable gift.
E-lude, Ellie and Camden have a common goal and will do what it takes to reach it.
S-acrifice, uh uh uh I don’t want to spoil it just know that its gut wrenching!
GAH!!!! Yes talk about a show down of epic proportions and some serious crazy turns along the way. Camden was amazing all throughout even when his flaws come out the depth of his emotions are his saving grace. He helps Ellie beyond words and reaches her deeper than anyone ever has before. There is no clear answer on who the “bad guy” is yet…Well other than “That one Bad Guy” but he’s not really in the picture. I’m talking about Javier I cannot wait to find out more about him. He’s no Camden(heck no) but I’m curious as all get out! I have some pretty heavy feelings on whats to come and I can’t wait to find out. I could not put this down! This is definitely one of those “I’m just going to read one more chapter” then before you know it…Its 3am and your fighting sleep! Eeeeep!
I'm not sure what Javier's deal is yet...Is he bad? Yes. Does he love Ellie? Most likely. Probably. Definitely. Gah!! I hope everyone comes to a happy medium? Lol its probably gonna take some more heartache I know, I know...I'm just sayin' I can't WAIT! :0)
4.5 Date Site, Teenager, Safe, High School, Dates, Long Hair, Trampoline, Night Sky, Sir Limps a Lot, Sergi, Javier, Sophia, Ben, Vegas, White Mustang, Hotel Setup, Bullet Hole, Bargain, Fifty K, Love Confession Filled Stars!! This is one that will leave you craving MORE! In a great way! I highly recommend this book its a new Fav of mine!!
An hour later, Camden was drunk, attempting to make a fire, and we had finally settled on a name. He had wanted to do a nod to some of his Irish ancestry on his late mother’s side, so his new persona was called Connor Malloy. It wasn’t too similar to Camden McQueen, but because of the pacing, the words rolled off the tongue the same way. To tell the truth, he kind of looked like a Connor.
Though he’d always be Camden to me.
“Come sit with me,” he said. He had gotten the fire going and was sitting cross-legged on a Mexican blanket in front of it. The very same place we’d shared some wine and, uh, certain parts of each other. It felt like ages ago. It was amazing how fast everything had changed, even our names.
I hesitated. He was drunk, which was fine. I mean, I’d seen him drunk before. But things were so different and so unpredictable, I wasn’t sure who I was going to get. Camden? Connor? Caithness? Today had been the first time we’d been together in a few days, and while things were going smoothly at the moment, I didn’t want to push my luck.
“Please,” he said, patting the ground beside him.
Feeling he probably wouldn’t ask nicely next time, I got up and sat down beside him. The fire wasn’t too hot since it was a Duraflame log, but it was pleasantly warm and toasty. I brought my knees up to my chest and watched the flames dance.
“So when do I start becoming Connor Malloy?” he asked in a dull voice.
I turned my head to look at him. The flames reflected in his glasses, making it hard for me to see his eyes.
“When we run,” I said.
“Do you ever get tired of running?”
I managed a weak smile. “Why do you think I came here?”
“I thought you came here to screw me over,” he said. It was so emotionless and he watched the fire as if hypnotized.
“I didn’t come here to screw you over, Camden.”
“Please, call me Connor.”
“Seriously, Camden, listen to me. I know you don’t believe me or trust me but…you have to know, you weren’t why I came here.”
“No? Then I’m a bit disappointed,” he said sadly.
“I didn’t think I’d know anyone here. That’s why I came back. I figured everyone was either too old to remember me or had moved on. No one stays in the town they were raised in unless they have a reason. I thought I could just start over. I thought my uncle could help me. Or at least try. But he didn’t want me.”
“You could have gotten a job like everyone else. A real job.”
“You didn’t try.” His eyes snapped to mine, taking me by surprise. “You wanted the easy way out. Don’t you know by now that there is no easy way out?”
His tone put me on edge. I tried to placate him with kind eyes. “I’m getting out now,
aren’t I? We both are.”
A savage smile slowly spread across his lips. “But you think this is easy. Don’t you? You’re relieved that all you have to do is help me with something you’re good at. Somehow, in the end, you’ll walk away. Maybe not any richer, but you’ll walk away. And you’ll feel great about how much you helped Camden McQueen or Connor Malloy or whatever my name will be. You’ll walk away feeling like a winner. That’s not fair, Ellie. You don’t deserve to feel that way.”
I couldn’t figure out what to say because what he was saying was the truth. He removed his glasses and put them on the ground beside him. His eyes, heavy lidded with drink, drifted to my mouth. I gulped nervously, not liking the tension that was jagging between us.
“How do you think I should feel?” I asked thickly. My nerves were on fire. Everything was on fire.
“Like this,” he said. Slowly, he leaned over and kissed me. His lips were soft and tasted like bourbon. I couldn’t kiss him back if I wanted to; I couldn’t do anything but freeze. He pulled back a little, his eyes inches away. I could see my frightened reflection in the black hole of his pupil. “See? You’re afraid.”
“You want to scare me?” I whispered.
He kept his lips an inch from mine. His fingers smoothed the hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear.
“Yes,” he murmured. His lips brushed mine as he spoke. My breath hitched as his other hand slid the strap of my tank top and bra off my shoulder. I shivered from his touch, from his eyes, from whatever was buried in his heart and eating him alive.
“Camden,” I warned, my voice shaking.
He placed his lips on my shoulder and started kissing down my arm. He was right. I was scared. I was so, so afraid. Yet a terrible part of me wanted him to continue. I was turned on and frightened, ready to run, ready to fight, ready to grab him and kiss him, devour every part of him. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was stuck in a cage with something that might or might not harm me, that might give me everything and leave me with nothing.
His lips came back up my arm and across my collarbone. Slowly. Very slowly. The slowest, softest kisses I’d ever felt. Then his mouth edged down my chest. I was sure he could feel my heart underneath, pounding wildly. With his hand, he pulled down my top and bra and exposed my right breast. My nipple was already hard and now puckered in anticipation. His lips circled it, then his warm tongue lashed it gently, teasing, tempting. He let out a small sigh then tugged at my nipple ring with his teeth. The pleasure traveled along my nerves like lightning strikes.
I couldn’t swallow. I felt like I was drowning under his touch. “Camden, please…”
Please stop, I was thinking. This isn’t right. It feels right and it feels wrong but it isn’t right. There’s a
motive and it isn’t lust. It isn’t lust. It’s revenge.
Revenge never felt so good.
He nipped at me, and my back arched. A low moan escaped my lips. I wanted him. I wanted the person that didn’t exist. I wanted the wrong thing.
About the Author
The daughter of a Norwegian Viking and a Finnish Moomin, Karina Halle grew up in Vancouver, Canada with trolls and eternal darkness on the brain. This soon turned into a love of all things that go bump in the night and a rather sadistic appreciation for freaking people out. Like many of the flawed characters she writes, Karina never knew where to find herself and has dabbled in acting, make-up artistry, film production, screenwriting, photography, travel writing and music journalism. She eventually found herself in the pages of the very novels she wrote (if only she had looked there to begin with). She’s hard at work on her next novel.
Amity By: Micol Ostow Pub. 08/26/14 By: Egmont USA Source: Publisher Add to Goodreads GR's Summary: For fans of Stephen King and American Horror Story, a gruesome thriller suggested by the events of the Amityville Horror.
Connor's family moves to Amity to escape shady business deals. Ten years later, Gwen's family moves to Amity for a fresh start after she's recovered from a psychotic break. But something is not right about this secluded house. Connor's nights are plagued with gore-filled dreams of demons and destruction. Dreams he kind of likes. Gwen has lurid visions of corpses that aren't there and bleeding blisters that disappear in the blink of an eye. She knows Amity is evil and she must get her family out, but who would ever believe her? Amity isn't just a house. She is a living force, bent on manipulating her inhabitants to her twisted will. She will use Connor and Gwen to bring about a bloody end as she's done before. As she'll do again. Alternating between parallel narratives, Amity is a tense and terrifying tale suggested by true-crime events that will satisfy even the most demanding horror fan.
I am a huge fan of the horror genre! Whether reading a really scary book or watching a really creepy move; I love to scare myself. I watched, The Amityville Horror movie, and thought it was one of the scariest movies that I have ever seen. Therefore, when I heard about Amity, which was inspired by the movie, I knew I had to read it! Plus, the fact that Publisher's Weekly compared it to "classic Stephen King," who in my opinion is the best author in the horror genre, sealed the deal for me.
In Amity, we learn about two different families, as we are given alternating viewpoints. The first family's story takes place ten years in the past, and is narrated by Connor, who has a twin sister Jules, a younger six year old brother, Abel, an abusive father, and fragile mother. Connor shows psychopathic tendencies. He has trouble empathizing with others, is anti-social, likes to torture animals, and has major anger and violence issues. The only person that he cares about is his twin, Jules, who is a sweet and quiet young girl.
The second family's story takes place in the present, and is narrated by Gwen. Unfortunately, Gwen's parents think that she is mentally unstable. She just got released from a mental hospital, and they though country living would be good for her healing process. She has an older brother named Luke, who looks out for her, and her Aunt Ro, who is the only person who understands her.
As these two families experience Amity during their own time, we see many similarities, such as the hearing of voices, seeing scary things, having night terrors, and the gradual instability of each person's mental health as the days pass. Amity was a very creepy story! I'll tell you one thing; I don't plan on buying an old house, and if I was considering it, I would definitely research both the history of the house, and the land it's sitting on.
The author did great with painting scary and gory pictures with her words. Amity was a living, breathing entity, that gave me goosebumps, and caused me to keep the lights on at bed time! At times the story was slow and dragged on, and at other times it was very fast-paced, and I couldn't put it down! I didn't really connect with any of the characters, but I felt more like I was watching a really scary movie play before my eyes.
I give, Amity, by Micol Ostow, 3 Imaginative, Horrifying, and Frightening Filled Stars!!! If you are a fan of young adult horror, and enjoyed, The Amityville Horror, you might enjoy Amity.
My Favorite Quote:
"That night, I dreamed, and in my dreams, Amity's shuttered panes burst open, shrieking and spiraling. Calling to me. Calling for me. Foretelling. Forewarning. Foreseeing no hope of escape. Amity called to me, insisting that I understand: her anger, her power. Her energy. Everything. Insisting that I see." (eARC, Loc. 1244)
Micol Ostow has written dozens of books for children, tweens, and teens, but Amity is her first foray into horror. I turns out, writing a ghost story is almost more terrifying than reading one. (In a good way.) Her novel family was called a “Favorite Book of 2011” by Liz Burns at School Library Journal, and her illustrated novel, So Punk Rock (and Other Ways to Disappoint Your Mother), was a
Sydney Taylor Notable Book for Teens. In her spare time, Ostow blogs with the National Book Award-winning literacy initiative readergirlz.com. She lives in Brooklyn, NY, with her husband, her (utterly fearless) daughter, and a finicky French bulldog named Bridget Jones. Visit her online at www.micolostow.com or follow her on Twitter @micolz.
Ten Below Zero by Whitney Barbetti Released: August 28th, 2014 eArc received for review Add to Goodreads Synopsis: “In here,” he said, pushing on the skin above my heart, “you're ten below zero. And you’re closer to death than I am.” My name is Parker. My body is marked with scars from an attack I don’t remember. I don’t want to remember. I choose to live my life by observation, not through experience. While people are laughing and kissing and connecting, I’m in the corner. Watching them live. I’m indifferent to everything, everyone. The only emotion I feel with any kind of depth is annoyance, and I feel it often. A text message sent to the wrong number proves to be my undoing. His name is Everett, but I call him rude. He’s pushy, he’s arrogant, he crowds my personal space, and worst of all: he makes me feel. He chooses to wear all black, all the time, as if he’s waiting to attend a funeral. Probably because he is. Everett is dying. And he’s spending his final days living, truly living. In doing so, he’s forcing me to feel, to heal. To come face to face with the demons I suppressed in my memory. He hurts me, he fulfills me, he completes me. And still, he's dying.
“Your roommates are nosey,” Everett commented, sitting back on the bed. He reached into the suitcase again. “You would know,” I said, snatching a bra from his hands. Everett shrugged. “It’s underwear. More specifically, it’s your underwear. I’m intrigued.” “Yeah, well don’t get any ideas.” Everett leaned back into the pillows, resting his hands behind his head again. “Oh, but I have a lot of ideas.” He winked at me. I stalked away towards my dresser and began pulling things from drawers. When I turned back around, Everett was holding another bra. “You don’t wear padding,” he commented, his fingers feeling along the lined cup. “No.” “I like that.” My hands stilled. And then I moved them again. “Why?” I didn’t care. Really, I didn’t. “Lies.” I turned around. “Lies?” “I like the truth. In every way.” He seemed lost in thought so I turned back around and packed my things. “Am I really doing this?” I asked myself. “Yes, you are.”I turned around again. “Why?” It wasn’t a question he should know the answer to. But he did. “Because you hate and you love the way I make you feel.” I was naked under his gaze. Skin was just that: skin. But to see your soul stripped, laid bare for the eyes of someone you barely knew – that was terrifying. I’d walk down the street naked a hundred times before I would let someone see what lay underneath. I’d spent my life alone. Bounced from foster home to foster home. When my tastes outgrew my age as a teenager, I traded boys for men and found myself still alone. I reveled in the loneliness. No one could hurt me but me, and did I really care if I hurt me? Did I care? If I found pleasure in anything, it was my lack of feeling. And that’s how I knew, when Everett told me not to fall in love with him, that I wouldn’t. I didn’t love myself. And wasn’t loving someone also loving yourself, the parts that saw the beauty in other people? I didn’t have that part. And I didn’t want it. “I don’t love anything,” I said. “I know.” His eyes were unsmiling.
I am freakin' SPEECHLESS!!!!
Where in the world have I been living?? Under a freakin' rock?!?!?! I'm not saying this because it's a while that this book is released and I just found it. No!!! I'm saying this because I can't believe that I have never heard about author Whitney Barbetti before Ten Below Zero!!! I made my research to see what other books she wrote, and now that I have finished TBZ I will run to my reading device and buy He Found Me. TBZ is one of the most unique, emotionally charged, unforgettable book that I have ever read!
Three hand squeezes
One breathtakingly beautiful love story
I usually do a little recap of the story in my reviews, but with TBZ I won't. Why? Because this is a book that makes you FEEL the story. You are not just READING a story. It's a story that lingers with you long after you have finished reading it. It makes you stop and think about life in general. There are not many authors who have made me cry while reading a book, but the ones that did achieve that with their words are now on my auto-buy list. After reading TBZ, Whitney Barbetti definitely has a spot on that list!
Parker and Everett are two of the most memorable characters that I have ever met! Their banter is awkwardly addictive, their chemistry wildly intoxicating and their love story is utterly heartwarming! From the beginning of the story I felt a very strong connection to them even if I had no clue where their journey will bring me. I knew that it was going to be a very emotional one, but I had no clue how deeply they would touch my heart. I had a hard time reading the last couple of chapters because I could not stop the tears from falling. I was an emotional mess by the end of the story!!!
I loved all the little details that the author included in this story. The little moments or words that kept me smiling while reading. I felt all different kinds of emotions with TBZ. I laughed and cried with these characters. I learned many things from Everett and I was cheering for Parker to finally feel again. The way he took care of her and how he got under her skin to make her feel things was just breathtaking! I won't ever forget this phenomenal reading journey! I highly recommend Ten Below Zero by Whitney Barbetti. Please make sure you have tissues near by. You will DEFINITELY need them trust me!!!
I give, Ten Below Zero, by Whitney Barbetti 5 moving, romantic, striking, three squeezes, unlimited limes, brilliant stars!
Signed copy of TEN BELOW ZERO and a $10 amazon gift card.
Thin Love by Eden Butler Released: August 18th, 2014 Genre: New Adult/ Contemporary Romance Crossover Add to Goodreads eArc received for honest review Blog Tour Hosted by: As the Pages Turn Synopsis: Love isn't supposed to be an addiction. It isn't supposed to leave you bleeding. Kona pushed, Keira pulled, and in their wake, they left behind destruction. She sacrificed everything for him. It wasn't enough. But the wounds of the past can never be completely forgotten and still the flame remains, slumbers between the pleasure of yesterday and the thought of what might have been. Now, sixteen years later, Keira returns home to bury the mother who betrayed her, just as Kona tries to hold onto what remains of his NFL career with the New Orleans Steamers. Across the crowded bustle of a busy French Market, their paths collide, conjuring forgotten memories of a consuming touch, skin on skin, and the still smoldering fire that begs to be rekindled. When Kona realizes the trifecta of betrayal—his, Keira's and those lies told to keep them apart—his life is irrevocably changed and he once again takes Keira down with him into the fire that threatens to ignite them both.
“We’re alone for the first time in weeks and I’ve had to be around you all day, walking down
sidewalks where I held you as a kid, in hallways where you touched me and all I wanted to do is
kiss you again.” “Kona…” His hands go to her hips, around her stomach. “I’ve been thinking about the party, about kissing
you, that song, and how you didn’t hate it. How you kissed me back, how you touched me. I
know I’m obvious. You know what I want.” “You can get that from anyone.” She is testing him, he knows; it’s in her tone, in how straight she holds her back and Kona can’t
help the frustrated growl that leaves his mouth. “You’re not just anyone.” He takes a chance,
eases down to kiss her neck, slides his fingers at her nape to expose all of that skin to him and she
doesn’t push away from him. “I realized something that first day in the Market, even after I saw
Ransom, after I realized you’d kept him from me all this time.” “What… what did you realize?” Her voice sounds like a whine, then a moan when Kona kisses
behind her ear. “That I haven’t breathed in sixteen years. Not since you, sweetheart; not a real breath once since
that day I pushed you away.” “And… you… you can now?” His breath moves down her neck and Kona loves the blanket of chills that covers Keira’s skin.
“Like my lungs are wide open. Every time you walk in a room, every time I hear you sing, see
you smile, touch you… it’s like breathing for the first time.” He pushes her hair out of his way,
kisses further down her neck, moves the thin, linen shirt she wears to get to her back, then lowers
to kiss her again, right on the spot he’d missed all this time and then, eyes widening, he takes his
mouth from her skin. . “You little liar.” She tries turning around but he keeps her still, lowering her shirt more to see that
bright Hibiscus tattoo. “Thought you got rid of it.” “I… I tried to.” She comes around, hands on his chest. “I meant to, but there was never enough
money, then when there was, I just… couldn’t.” When he shakes his head, Keira laughs at him
and he loves the sound, loves how easily it comes to her. “Look who’s talking. I know you
covered yours up. I saw that spread you did in GQ. You have that massive tattoo over your chest
now, all down your arm.” He backs away from her and his fingers go to his buttons. “What are
you doing?” One cock of his eyebrow silences her and Kona grins at Keira’s widening eyes, at how they lower
onto his chest as each button comes loose. “I added to my tattoo, Wildcat. I didn’t cover it up.
You didn’t see that in the spread because I didn’t want my chest shown. That tattoo is for you
and me. No one else.” Kona pulls open his shirt, and throws it onto the island and Keira’s eyes move to the colossal
Polynesian tribal designs, all black, all connected, that cover his shoulder, half his arm and his
“Sixty hours with a bone-tipped rake and a striking stick. I was on the big island for three weeks
and most of that time was with Naoki, an old war buddy of my tutu knae’s. There was no
smartass tattooer telling me not to get inked for some girl, like Michael did. There was me, Naoki
and his two sons. Up until a month ago, this piece was what I was proudest of in my life. Until I
met Ransom. Until you introduced me to my son.” Keira’s eyes soften and she stretches out her fingers like she wants to touch him, but then curls her
hand into a fist, until Kona reaches out to her, and places her hand on his shoulder. “This,” he
says, to the black waves that circle his entire shoulder, “is for the persistent memory of those I’ve
loved and lost. It’s for Luka, for my tutu kane, the ones I pushed away when I was too stupid to
realize how lucky I was, how loved.” Kona turns, slides Keira’s fingers along his skin, up his shoulder, his breath shuddering at the feel
of her nails smoothing over his traps, to his shoulder blades. She touches the spherical sun with
waving flames and pointed spikes on his back. “This is for rebirth, for the renewal of myself, for
me learning to forgive myself and never letting my weaknesses bury me again.” Then Kona moves Keira’s fingers along his arm, catching her eyes, holding them as he trails her
hand to the dark and light shells intricately patterned against the tribal spaces that fill up his skin.
“This is for protection, for my family, to remind me of what I lost, what I want to earn again.”
Keira holds his gaze, doesn’t watch her fingers being moved back up his arm, to his chest where
Kona marked himself for her all those years ago. “This entire piece is the story of my life, Keira;
who I was, what I lost, what I want to have back and it all starts here. It starts with you,
Wildcat.” He steps forward, takes her hand and puts it over his heart. “Ku`u Lei. My beloved. Then.
Always. I could never get rid of that just like I could never really get rid of you.” Keira’s face is in
his hands, his thumbs smoothing over that skin he’d been aching to touch and his chest constricts,
heart strumming steady, but fast. “I could be a thousand miles from you, telling myself I don’t
want you, that I’d gotten over you, but it would be a lie. I remember the way your skin felt
under my fingers. I remember the noises you made when I kissed you, how quick your breath got
when I made you come, how soft you held me, how you made me feel things I didn’t think I
was good enough to feel. You did that, always. You were mine and I never loved anything
more. I never wanted anything or anyone like I wanted you. Like I still want you. My always,
Keira. You’re still my always.” And then, Kona stopped talking, stopped wanting and took what was always his.
When I heard that Thin Love was going to release in the summer I was super excited! I'm always looking for books that will take me on an unforgettable reading journey and this book did not disappoint! I read all of Eden Butler's previous work and I've been a fan hers ever since I read Chasing Serenity. When you read one of her books you are always sure to find strong characters who will steal your heart and a reading escape packed with all kinds of emotions!
When a class project brings them to work close together, Keira and Kona never expected the roller coaster of emotions that their lives would become. Keira tries to stay away from Kona from the very beginning since she's aware of his manwhore reputation. The last thing she needs is for Kona to distract her. The more time they spend together, the more their attraction is undeniable. Their love is far from Thin Love, but will it be strong enough to overcome all the obstacles that life has thrown their way?
Eeeeeep!!!! This book was so good!! Keira and Kona are an explosive duo! Their chemistry gave me shivers. Yes!!! Shivers!!! Their relationship was unforgettable and addictive! Call me crazy, but when I start reading a book I love to know how many pages will fill my reading journey. This book is one crazy ride!!! Over 400 pages of writing gold! Eden Butler's writing style is PHENOMENAL! She always finds the right way to make me lose track of time and completely feel the story! I had high expectations for Thin Love and all of them were exceeded!
I have to admit that Keira and Kona together are a crazy sexy combination. Holy Crapola! When these two are in the same room sparks fly automatically! Their chemistry is blazing hot! There is one particular kiss that they shared that I reread a couple of times because...HAVE MERCY!!!! That kiss was wickedly hot! *Fans Self* When they touched, kissed and made love it was always intense. Even when Kona wanted to take his time and love every single inch on Keira's body it was page-melting hot!
What I loved the most about this story is that Keira and Kona's relationship is so easy to relate to. A relationship is not always peachy perfect. They both had a hot temper and their jealousy got in the way a couple of times. It made them do and say things that resulted in them breaking apart. It's not easy to put back together the pieces of a broken heart. Both of these characters had to overcome personal obstacles before giving their love a second chance.
Another thing that I loved about Thin Love is how I saw Keira and Kona grow as individuals and as a couple. They lived and they learned from their mistakes. When they met again after sixteen years, I could still feel their connection even after all they have been through.
I give, Thin Love, by Eden Butler 4.5 sensual, emotional, profound, page-turning stars!
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of New Adult Romance and SciFi and Fantasy novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum. Her debut novel, a New Adult, Contemporary (no cliffie) Romance, “Chasing Serenity” launched in October 2013 and quickly became an Amazon bestseller.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football. She is currently imprisoned under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana. Please send help.