Review- Ride Hard by Laura Kaye

March 6, 2017March 6, 20172 Comments

My rating is 5 out of 5 stars

I loved this book so HARD!!!! Laura exceeded my expectations as usual. A compelling and heart gripping tale of love and finding your true self after a rough start to life. Laura masters characters who are rough around the egdes but truly love with their whole heart.
Dare Kenyon is president of Raven Riders MC. He had a very rough start to his life up through his teenage years. When he discovered his grandfather and the Raven Riders his life changed for the better. Now he looks out for those who can’t fend for themselves and that makes him a very attractive man on all accounts.
Haven grew up with no mother and a father who treated her more like a belonging than a child. After surviving years of abuse of all kinds from her father and his goons, she finds out that he is trading her off as a bride for a business deal. She then runs away with her best friend Cora only to be kidnapped by the Church gang since her father placed a reward on her head.
Dare and Haven have an intense sexual attraction to be rivaled by none. Because of their pasts, they both try to hide it. That will only get so far though. When the two get together it is hot as hell. They do have obstacles to face that may hinder them being together. It definitely won’t prove easy.
I highly recommend this read. It is extremely gratifying on every level. Laura remains one of my very favorite writers.

From New York TimesBestselling author Laura Kaye, comes the first steamy standalone in herRaven Riders Series, RIDE HARD! A sexy romantic suspense, you might’ve first met the Ravens in the Hard Ink world, but this series about a different kind of a motorcycle club with a protective mission stands on its own and is even sexier, edgier, and grittier! TheRaven Riders Seriestakes you on a new adventure and kicks it into overdrive!

Brotherhood. Club. Family.

They live and ride by their own rules.

These are the Raven Riders…

Raven Riders Motorcycle Club President Dare Kenyon rides hard and values loyalty above all else. He’ll do anything to protect the brotherhood of bikers—the only family he’s got—as well as those who can’t defend themselves. So when mistrustful Haven Randall lands on the club’s doorstep scared that she’s being hunted, Dare takes her in, swears to keep her safe, and pushes to learn the secrets overshadowing her pretty smile.

Haven fled from years of abuse at the hands of her criminal father and is suspicious of any man’s promises, including those of the darkly sexy and overwhelmingly intense Ravens’ leader. But as the powerful attraction between them flares to life, Dare pushes her boundaries and tempts her to want things she never thought she could.

The past never dies without a fight, but Dare Kenyon’s never backed down before…

Excerpt from Ride Hard:

So much better out here,” Haven said, the night air cool against the tingling warmth of her skin. Although she was pretty sure that not all of the heat burning through her insides was from the alcohol—her unusual flirtatiousness and closeness to Dare over the past half hour had made her desperate with a heat that had nothing to do with her drinking game.

She walked to the railing and leaned against it, chuckling a little at herself for needing the support it offered. She felt so damn free, and it was a heady, exhilarating thing.

“What’s funny?” Dare asked, settling a hip against the railing right beside her. Arms crossed, jaw ticking with tension, dark eyes blazing, he was staring at her like he wanted to reprimand her or devour her. Oddly, neither alarmed her the way she would’ve expected it to.

Haven shook her head, leaning it back and letting her gaze float over the night sky. Blurry points of light swam in the moonlit heavens. It was beautiful and peaceful despite the pounding bass beat of music thumping from inside the clubhouse. “Not funny, just good. Happy, you know? Being able to do something a little . . . scary, but knowing I’d be safe doing it.” When Dare’s gaze narrowed, she shrugged. “I don’t know.”

A long moment passed before Dare finally spoke. “You are safe here, Haven. Never doubt it.”

Peering up at him, she nodded, all kinds of words sitting on the tip of her tongue, challenging her to let them fly. “It’s weird feeling safe—or at least safer—after a lifetime of not. It makes me want to try things I could never let myself try before. It makes me . . .” She shook her head and dipped her chin.

Dare stepped closer, his thighs coming up against her hip. He lifted her chin and made her look at him. The contact combined with the command in the gesture lanced white-hot desire through her veins. “Makes you what?”

“Want to feel alive,” she whispered, her heart suddenly racing in her chest.

Dare’s jaw ticked again as his gaze swept over her face. She didn’t think she was imagining the raw emotion pouring off of him and wrapping around her, but she wasn’t sure if she was reading that emotion right or projecting her own desire onto him.

“Do you feel alive, Dare?” she asked, the alcohol flowing through her and the night spinning around her like she was walking through a dream.

“Jesus,” he bit out.

The rough desperation in his voice made her wet between her legs. “Just once,” she whispered, not sure what she was asking him for.

But he seemed to know. Because his hand was suddenly tangled in her hair and his mouth was suddenly on hers, claiming, probing, tasting.

Haven moaned and parted her lips, inviting him deeper.

Dare jerked back from her, his fingers rubbing roughly over his lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

On instinct, Haven’s body pursued his, pinning his back to the railing. “Please don’t stop,” she said as her hands gripped his shoulders. She had the strongest urge to climb him, to wrap her legs around him, to grind against the hard bulge pressing electrically against her belly.

“Please,” she whispered, tilting her mouth toward his. “I liked it.”

Dare’s hand cupped the back of her head. “You’re killing me.”

“Dare,” she said, her body restless against his.

In a move that sent the world spinning, he flipped them around so that she was the one pinned against the railing. He pushed his legs between hers and leaned down over her, forcing her to arch her back, to yield, to open to him. “Tell me what you want from me. Say the words,” he said, his eyes absolutely on fire.

Her heart was a runaway train in her chest, frantic and picking up speed. The thought of giving voice to her desires was terrifying and thrilling and dizzying all at once.

“I want your mouth,” she said. The words sounded odder out loud than they had in her head, but they were more accurate than asking him to kiss her—because her mouth wasn’t the only place she wanted his.

“Jesus,” he rasped again, his mouth coming down on hers once more.

The whimper she released was part relief, part anticipation. It had been so long since she’d kissed someone that she felt a little uncertain, but Dare’s intensity barely allowed her the capacity to worry about it. He was like a dark storm bearing down on her, relentless, magnetic, all-consuming.

Rough callouses from his hands scratched against her cheeks as he guided her. Hard breaths spilled over her lips, and the wet slide of his tongue tasted like whiskey and desire and man. Her hands found the soft length of his hair, and her breasts pushed against the hard plane of his chest.

Then her lips were freed as his mouth slid over her skin—exploring her cheek, her jaw, her ear, her neck. He hiked her up to sit on the wide railing, the move surprising a gasp out of her, especially as he crowded the space between her legs, pushing himself closer, bringing his erection against the place between her legs craving friction, hardness, so much more of him. Maybe even all of him.

One strong arm wrapped around her back and held her steady, while the other hand stroked her hair, her face, her breast. The soft groans and breathy grunts spilling out of him were delicious and thrilling, and bolstered her confidence that she wasn’t the only one losing herself in this moment, in these touches. She almost couldn’t believe this was happening, and part of her was certain she must be dreaming. Because Haven Randall didn’t have beautiful things in her life. At least, never before.

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Review – What I Need by J. Daniels

March 6, 2017March 8, 2017Leave a comment

What I Need by J. Daniels

My rating: 6 of 5 stars

Darlin’.

God. Is there anything hotter than the way he says that one word? All smooth, southern drawl and sweet to my ears.

Maybe it’s because I’m a Southern gal.

Maybe it’s because I love country music where Luke Bryan, Sam Hunt, Florida Georgia Line, and others sing to my Southern soul.

Maybe it’s because the word, darlin,’ does things to me like make turn into mush and is my favorite Southern term of endearment…my kryptonite.

Maybe it’s because of J. Daniel’s words catapult themselves into my heart and mind with a force I’m powerless to stop.

Maybe it’s all of these things.

Actually, there is no maybe because I have to scream, YES!!! YES to What I Need by J. Daniels, YES to this Southern story that made me feel my roots, YES to all of my love for CJ and Ry, YES to this romance that made my heart dance, and YES to all of J. Daniels achingly-addictive words!

When you sport a sappy GRIN nearly the whole time where you’re swimming so deep in the land of swoon, you know the story is a keeper. I conquered What I Need by J. Daniels with a BIG SAPPY SMILE on my face, swimming so deep in the land of swoon, swooning all the way to Cloud Nine. This story SPARKED TO LIFE, and oh did I feel every flame…every tremor…every word…EVERYTHING. CJ and Ry together were EVERYTHING. What I Need by J. Daniels was EVERYTHING!!!

What I Need held my heart soon after I turned the first page, and it never let go…I never let go. What I Need sparked to life as magic poured from the pages, melting every part of me. Oh that SPARK! What I Need had ALL OF THE SPARK…ALL OF HEART…ALL OF THE SOUL. All of MY heart. All of MY soul.

This story from the start was my addiction…my angst…my ache…my ALL! What I Need is a whole lot of sweet sprinkled with a little bit of sorrow and angst. What I Need quickly became what I needed because I NEEDED THESE WORDS…these intense, intoxicating, thrilling and tender words were ones I needed like air to breathe. Oh did I breathe this book, every breath was for What I Need, and every heart beat was for this book.

Beautiful, blonde, and blue-eyed Riley ‘Ry’ Tennyson is done with men.

Ry arrives at her brother’s wedding steamed and newly single, drowning her sorrows in tequila until the charming CJ Tully makes her an offer she can’t refuse…one hot, no-strings attached night. Oh YESSSSS!

CJ with his golden-kissed auburn hair, blue eyes, huge muscles (hello biceps!), and tall and inked body is sex on a stick…an Adonis.

The night may get complicated if this passionate-powered and soul-searing kiss is any indication.

It’s the hardest, deepest, most incredible kiss of my life, and I just want time to stop right now or the world to end so this is the last kiss I’ll ever feel.

This kiss was EVERYTHING!!! I felt it surge to my soul through the pages, the passion penetrating my heart.

And if it’s possible to look inside another person’s soul, I swear CJ doesn’t just peer at mine. He stares and studies it like I mean something to him. Like this is important.

These words…they SANG TO MY SOUL, a sweet melody that MELTED ME. My heart was…IS…SO FULL. Butterflies danced inside me where I felt as if I were walking on air. At not even ten percent in, this story stole ever part of me. I was powerless to the passion…the intensity of the words that intoxicated me…overcame me…became me…ALL OF ME!!! What I Need had my heart…my soul…MY ALL!!! THIS BOOK BLED INTO ME EVERYWHERE…OWNING ME.

“Tell me a secret, babe.”

“I like you.”

“I like you, too darlin’.”

BEAUTY IN WORDS, OH HOW THEE SLAY ME! Oh beautiful is this man from inside out, CJ grabbed my heart that he’s still holding. This amazing alpha MELTED ME from inside out! I LOVED CJ SOOO MUCH! He can utter ‘darlin’ all day to me and I would likely have a wordgasm or ten. Tully totaled me…RUINING ME! I’m his forever!!!

Darlin’…that word…so sweet…so sensual…so Southern is my KRYPTONITE!!! I’m SLAYED…my soul IS SLAYED!!! I don’t know how much harder I can SWOON, as these words touched me…blazed me…burned me…lighting every part of me with love and life.

“Just remember, you wanted this. So when the Tully charm doesn’t wash off, I don’t’ want to hear s**t about it.”

That no-strings night? Not that easy. Sometimes strings have loose ends or knots, and you can’t help but get attached. Oh did I get attached to What I Need.

CJ had me at darlin,’ a Southern gal’s kryptonite, and I never stopped loving this hero with a huge heart and delicious mouth. That Tully charm is twisted around me and I’m not ready to let it go; I doubt if I’ll ever be ready to relinquish this soul-searing and swoon-filled story.

This is only the second book I’ve read by J. Daniels aside from the last story before this one, Hit the Spot, and I’m embarrassed to call my hoarding self out now but will do so. I bought the first Bama book in this series way back in June 2014, almost three years ago, and REGRET NOT READING IT RIGHT AWAY!!! J. Daniels, you can bless my heart for that…I deserve it…I do!!! I swear…mark my words…I will make this series my priority, despite an ARC avalanche, and read these books soon because I NEED MORE BAMA!!! I need to ride this Tully train again too, but the right way this time: from the beginning like I almost always do with a series…start to finish.

I’m still lost in J. Daniel’s wondrous words, my head and heart still stuck in this story, my soul still swooning. I want more…need more…ache for more. I knew from the start that this story was SIX STARS because of my steady smiling and swooning. How could it be less when it made me this happy?!?

What I Need was my sweet…my smolder…my swoon…my soul…MY KRYPTONITE! This story has THE CLICK, that perfect match where everything feels SO RIGHT. The chemistry-clad characters with all the charisma, the sweetness, the swoon, the angst, the Southern setting, the endearing Southern words…I WAS UTTERLY ENTHRALLED WITH IT ALL! What I Need has all of the elements of a romance match made in heaven! This story is sooo SPECIAL, one I still feel deep in my soul.

Sweet, sexy, and swoon-filled sprinkled with angst, this story is HEART HEAVEN. What I Need is what just what I needed. I’m still basking on Cloud Nine, on board that Tully train, hearing ‘darlin’ in that Southern drawl, humming Sweet Home Alabama, and there is no sweeter or better place right now to be: a Bama girl for life.

“Darlin’.”

Just darlin’. That’s it. And I realize that is all I wanted and needed him to say.

6 darlin’ hearts (because CJ)

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From New York Times bestselling author, J. Daniels, comes a sexy new STANDALONE novel.

Riley Tennyson has made a huge mistake.

At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself.

Showing up to her brother’s wedding pissed off and newly single, Riley seeks comfort in solitude and an open bar, until the gorgeous and irresistibly charming CJ Tully makes her a better offer―a wild night with the master of smooth-talking where nothing is off limits.

Riley does what any single woman would do, and a connection is made. One neither one of them can ignore. But when she comes home to the boyfriend she no longer thought she had, Riley buries her secret and begs CJ to do the same.

Forget about each other. It was a mistake. That’s all it was… right?

Desires are hidden. Distance is kept. Until one night CJ makes the ultimate sacrifice, and Riley can no longer avoid the man she can’t stop thinking about.

Not with him sleeping down the hall…

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Review- Mastering Her Senses by Laura Kaye

March 4, 2017March 6, 2017Leave a comment

My rating is 5 out of 5 stars

Once again, Laura has taken an extremely sexy book and packed it full of emotions. This series is so incredible for that reason. You will be sucked into the story and will read it all in one sitting.
Master Quinton is starting to feel restless and in need of a challenging submissive that will allow him to partake in his favorite kink, sensory deprivation. He never expects that the long lost stranger who once stood him up years ago would be that person.

Cassia was in the lifestyle until an incident forced her into a literal submission to life. She got stuck in a cave during an expedition, in the dark for days!!! That is enough to mess with anyone’s mind. After 2 years she decides to return to blasphemy with hopes that a Dom is just what she needs to help her get her life back.
Master Quinton is hesitant at first because he is still a bit peeved about her standing him up two years ago and then never calling again. He also realizes that he never really tried either. So he gives it a shot, and boy do things heat up.quickly between these two.
This is a definite must read if your into BDSM, and actually even of your not I bet you would love it. Laura is a fabulous writer. You can’t helped but be sucked into everything that she writes. This book is no exception.

Decadent… Sensual… Forbidden…

12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life.
Meet the Masters of Blasphemy…

About MASTERING HER SENSES (Blasphemy #2, 2/21/17):

12 Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

He wants to dominate her senses—and her heart…

Quinton Ross has always been a thrill-seeker—so it’s no surprise that he’s drawn to extremes in the bedroom and at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, where he creates sense-depriving scenarios that blow submissives’ minds. Now if he could just find one who needs the rush as much as him…

When an accident leaves Cassia Locke with a paralyzing fear of the dark, she’ll try anything to get help. Ready to fight, she knows just who to ask for help—the hard-bodied, funny-as-hell Dom she’d always crushed on—and once stood up.

Quinton is shocked and a little leery to see Cassia, but he can’t pass up the chance to dominate the alluring little sub this time. Introducing her to sensory deprivation becomes his new favorite obsession, and watching her fight fear is its own thrill. But when doubt threatens to send her running again, Quinton must find a way to master her senses—and her heart.

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Review- Mister Wrong by Nicole Williams

March 3, 2017Leave a comment

My rating is 6 out of 5 stars

Can you die from reading a book so good that your heart pounds furiously in your chest? The answer to that is yes. And that is exactly what Nicole Williams just did. She stopped my heart with this 6 star read. She never ceases to amaze me with her writing abilities. Each book.she delivers is different and brilliant. They leave you both filled and wanting more. I am so in love with this book that I will have to add it to my reread list which I don’t usually do.

Cora was the daughter of the hired help. She grew up with Matt and Jacob. After 10 years of dating Jacob, he is a no show for their wedding. So what does his twin brother, Matt who is profoundly in love with Cora, do? He pretends to be Jacob, of course. They make it through the wedding and the first night of the honeymoon before all hell breaks loose. She finds out that she married the wrong brother. But did she? Really?

I’m not going into detail as to how the rest plays out because I would be giving away the perfectly laid plot for this story. One of the best stories I’ve read this year. I will leave you with this though…. Mister Wrong couldn’t be more Right!! I am completely owned by this book right now. I. can’t urge you enough to one click this absolutely perfect read.

Cora Matthews grew up with the Adams boys, twin brothers and best friends who wouldn’t let anything come between them except for one thing—her. One of them became her best friend, the other, her fiancé.

She always knew she’d wind up marrying one of them, and Jacob Adams is the very epitome of Mister Right. At least he is up until he fails to show up for their wedding day. Not that Cora realizes it. At first.

As Jacob’s best man, and identical twin, Matt makes a split second decision, but one that will affect the three of their lives forever—he steps in to take his brother’s place. In front of the altar, exchanging vows with the woman he’s secretly been in love with for years.

Cora eventually finds out about the groom swap. The morning after the wedding. As if realizing she just slept with her fiance’s brother wasn’t disturbing enough, she’s forced to confront her feelings for Matt Adams she thought she’d buried years ago.

Matt’s wrong for her. In every way. But through the course of her real honeymoon with her fake husband, she starts to uncover truths both Adams brothers were hoping to keep hidden, for opposite reasons. One to protect himself, the other to protect her.

She married the wrong brother, but what if he’s been the right one all along?

Excerpt

“So?” I crossed my arms and leaned into the banister behind me. “Did you? Like my brother?”
She sighed, turning toward the open door. “Jacob . . .”
“What? It’s a fair question.” I shoved off the banister, feeling hope and heat tangling in my veins from the look on her face, from the sound of her voice. She’d felt something for me, whether it be the most passing of crushes or something much deeper. Realizing that had me feeling drunk from something other than alcohol. “Besides, you’re stuck with me now. Won’t matter what you ’fess up to.”
Cora started through the doorway. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Grabbing the suitcases, I followed her. I wasn’t letting this go. Never. Not if she threatened death or castration or anything else. “Why not?”
She broke to a sudden stop a few feet inside the room. “Because I don’t want to focus on the past. I want to concentrate on the future. That’s not going to work if you keep asking me questions about Matt.”
There was a sharpness in her voice—one she didn’t use too often. She didn’t want to keep talking about me, which only made me want to continue talking about me. I’d struck a nerve, but I wasn’t sure how deep that nerve went.
I needed to know how deep it went. I had to know. My whole life, I’d been under the impression that Cora saw me as nothing more than a good friend and substitute brother. She cared for me, but not in the same way I cared for her.
Or did she?
“This thing with Matt . . .”
Her back stiffened.
“Was it a thing? Like ancient history? Or is it still a thing?” I closed the door and wondered why I could feel my heartbeat in my eardrums.
She kept her back to me, standing in the middle of the dark room like a lone ship on a vast ocean. “I married you.”
Yeah, she did marry me.
“But if he’d made a play for you, way back before all of this”—I waved my finger between the two of us, not that she could see it—“would you have given him a chance?”
“He never made a play for me.” Her voice sounded faraway, like she was out of reach when she was less than an arm’s length away.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” I stepped closer. “If he had? Would you have?”
Her back was moving faster from her quickened breathing. This conversation was making her uncomfortable. Why was that?
“Stop, Jacob. Enough.” She spun on me, swaying in place just enough that I reached out to steady her. She shook my hand away like it was white-hot. “I’m not going to get into another fight with you over Matt. I’m done. I picked you. I married you. What else do I have to prove?”
“That you don’t—”
“I don’t love Matt!” Her arms flung out at her sides as her voice spilled across the room. ‘There. I said it. Are you happy now? Are you happy we’ve managed to get into another argument over this infatuation you’re convinced I have for your brother? On our wedding night of all times?” She glared at me with bleary eyes. I couldn’t tell if that was from tears or from alcohol. Maybe both.
“Cora, I’m sorry.” I ran my hands through my hair, wondering what in the hell I was doing—for the millionth time that day. Deceiving her, betraying her, and now accusing and angering her. Maybe I didn’t know the first fucking thing about love. Maybe Jacob knew more about it than I did, because I wasn’t sure love was supposed to hurt as badly as this did.
“Just . . . enough already.” As she shouldered past me, I reached for her, but she shook me off. “I need to be alone.”
She slammed the front door behind her a moment later, leaving me alone with my idiocy.
“Cora,” I called to an empty room. I wasn’t thinking when I rushed toward the door after her. “Cora!”
The moment I pulled the door open, something crashed into me. It made a sharp breath rush out of my mouth as I staggered back a few steps.
My arms barely had time to wrap around her before Cora’s mouth was on mine, moving in such a way that made staying upright next to impossible. Before I had a chance to catch up to the fact that I was kissing Cora in an entirely different way than we’d kissed at the wedding and reception, her fingers were working at my belt. Quickly.
I didn’t know she’d already gotten it undone before she’d moved on to my zipper. The sounds she was making as she kissed me, the way her body felt aligned against mine, the !way her mouth knew the intricate balance of submission and domination . . . one moment at a time, Cora was crushing the last remnants of my resolve. Destroying the final pieces of my views of right and wrong.

Review – Dear Agony by Georgia Cates

March 2, 2017March 2, 2017Leave a comment

Dear Agony by Georgia Cates

My heart is pounding.

My hands are shaking.

Tears are streaming down my face.

I’m a balled up mess of devastating, beautiful feelings. Dear Agony by Georgia Cates is a must read for EVERYONE.

Dear Agony is so different to anything I’ve read by Georgia before. I absolutely love Georgia’s writing. Her books are ones I can easily lose myself in and not care that I’ve read away half my day. From the moment I saw the first teasers for Dear Agony and the minute I saw the cover I just knew I had to lose myself in this read too. And OH MY GOSH. I lost myself, in a intense, visceral journey that cut deep, blew me apart and then kept me open, hanging on by a thread to the very end.
If you love angst and tension in your books then this is the read for you. I feel I’ve been pulled and pushed, no, dragged, through so many emotions and feelings that I didn’t know which way was up. I was burnt to my very core and I freaking LOVED every second of it!! The journey that Georgia put Bash & Rose on was devastating, full of rawness, grit and intensity. They broke my heart, they fixed it back up. And then they ripped it right open again, but I wanted it, found myself craving it, needed the suspense and tension. I don’t care how crazy that makes me. I’m downright crazy over this book!!

Bash and Rose were fantastic. They were passionate, seductive, sensual. They were raw, brutal and devastating. They were love, light and happiness. Strange mix I know, but it worked. Perfectly.
I won’t say anymore. I truly believe you’d benefit reading by going in blind. Just shut the world away and get lost, trust the words, trust the characters. Trust Georgia. Because she delivers one hell of a devastatingly beautiful, breathtaking journey.

5 all consuming stars.

Dear Agony,

You’ve been my shadow, following me through childhood—filling my days and nights with terror and uncertainty. You cleverly disguised yourself as some form of pain or suffering as I grew into a young woman. We were unwavering companions … until I severed our ties.

I traded homelessness on the streets of New Orleans for a luxurious bed covered by the finest linens.

I traded dumpster diving for dinner in the finest restaurants.

I traded myself to a stranger—Bastien Pascal.

I have a good life within my platonic and mutually beneficial companionship with Bash.

He’s my friend. My mentor. My roommate.

Until everything changes.

I’m not supposed to get goosebumps when his hand brushes my skin.

I’m not supposed to be eager for his soothing touch following one of my nightmares.

I’m not supposed to think about what might happen if I reached out to him in the darkness.

Falling in love with him? Preposterous . . . unavoidable.

Agony, why are you back with a vengeance to rob me of this life I’ve come to love so dearly?

I’m finally happy. Don’t ruin this for me.

Always yours,

Rose

In this epic love story, Dear Agony forges a connection between an unlikely pair—a beautiful rose entwined in barbed wire and a shipwreck sinking into the darkest depths of the ocean. This agonizing romantic novel poses some gut-wrenching questions: What does a woman do when the man she loves is planning his own demise? And how far will she go to give him something to live for?