AHHHHH! I’ve just completed Wounded by Abby Brooks. I’m a little lost for words actually. I’ve only met a few of Abby’s books but this one BLEW ME AWAY! My heart and soul are Wounded in the best possible way. I was not expecting to feel the amount of emotions I did.
From the initial hate/enemy feel to the inevitable falling in love I was RIGHT THERE! Abby’s words infiltrated me and pulled me right in so I was experiencing every single thing that the characters were. My heart cracked and then broke during devastating scenes that were written with such intensity.
My heart was rebuilt through beautiful, passionate scenes that also made my tummy flip and flop.
Liam and Bailey were so well written. As total opposites these two should not have worked but Abby managed to pull them together and she did it spectacularly. Both characters were so flawed, yet so beautiful, each fighting personal demons and trying to handle each others. Even when everything implodes and things are pulled to within the thinnest degree their love is UNDENIABLE. It burrows deep into your skin and flares hope and happiness that is then delivered just brilliantly.
Wounded, from start to finish is a breathtaking read that worms it’s way into your heart, grips tight and does not let go! 5 STUNNING stars!
For every wound, there is a scar.
Raised on fame and fortune, Liam McGuire is a spoiled man-child. His handsome face blinds the world, but I see through it to what he is inside.
When his tour bus rolls off the road, Liam’s rushed to the hospital where I work. A jagged scar runs the length of his face, ruining his good looks and jeopardizing his career. As his nurse, I’m around him more than I’d like, but the more I get to know him, the more I realize the world wasn’t blind to him.
Liam McGuire feels deeply and loves wildly, throwing himself into everything he does with more passion than I ever dreamed possible. With that intensity aimed at me, the scars slashed across my own heart start to heal. He is fire and I’ve been cold my whole life.
Am I ready to thaw? Or is life better—safer—when I’m cold and numb?