I finished Landon and Evie’s story today and simply sat back, sighed and let this phenomenal second chance love story sink into my heart and my soul. The Off Limits series is such an incredible look at love, loss, and triumph. With each book, Ella solidifies her lock on my love for her words and her ability to leave me breathless, stunned, gutted and so very joyful.
Landon Jones has had his fair share of hard breaks. Abandoned as a child and bounced from foster family to foster family, Landon has never found the place where he fits in. Though he is exceptionally brilliant and on the surface is an ideal child, he feels lost. Until Evie Rutherford enters his life. The Rutherfords change his life and Evie slowly feels the holes in his soul. Evie is drawn to Landon so forcefully, so powerfully. Even at seventeen, what grows between Evie and Landon is earth shattering. As addicted as they were to each other, I found myself so addicted to them I couldn’t move from my seat. I had to know more, see more, feel more from these two young lovers. The pain of watching these two come together and then be torn apart was so deep. Once again, Landon finds himself alone and abandoned and Evie must find a way to survive without the one person she knows holds the key to her everything.
The second half of the book sees these two back together. Older, maybe a bit wiser. Both are doctors – surgeons in the same cohort of residency. Regardless of the years and heartbreak… regardless of the missed opportunities and miscommunications, this is a love story that has to be seen through to its end. And it left me in awe, in tears, and amazed. The chemistry between these two still as strong as it ever was but these two fractured people have demons that they must face, questions that must be answered. But one thing for these two hasn’t changed. They love each other so desperately that nothing could keep them apart.
There were moments in this book where I found myself laughing. Other times I read with my heart in my throat. I left Landon and Evie with a smile on my face and a greater appreciation for love that blossoms even in the midst of horrible obstacles. Fractured Love moved me, made me reflect on my own impossible love story and the fight to grab that happy ending no matter the pain that may come along with it. Ella shows off her uncanny ability to draw a reader into her world and make the reader feel so a part of the story. The secondary characters are so vital to this story. Landon was very real to me – his pain, his unanswered questions, his needs. Evie was just as powerful and just as connected. Her pain, her struggle to face the past, her needs. All so very real. Amazing.
A beautifully written story, Ella James. I cannot applaud you loud enough. Fantastic!
Six Amazing Stars!
I was sixteen when he came to our house. Landon Jones, a boy with nothing, from nowhere. He had cinnamon hair and blue eyes—light blue, just like mine. When we went out as a family with my foster brother, people asked if Landon was my twin. He wasn’t. That year, we found out how much he wasn’t. When my parents caught us, they threw Landon out like trash.
Now I’m twenty-nine, a soon-to-be surgeon, like my mom and dad. I know residency is going to kick my ass, but I had no idea that it would rip my heart out, too. Not until I see him—Dr. Jones.
I go to soccer practice, sitting on the bench, and later—after Dad gives me a boot for my ankle—doing stretches in the grass. I can’t keep my gaze away from Landon. The feeling I get when I watch him run, his strong body moving in a pack, when I hear a swatch of conversation with his low voice braided into the chorus, when I catch him glance over at me—it’s like a drug. I crave him.
When I reach my car and find him leaned against the passenger side door, my body sings with pure elation. Mine.
And every night, he reinforces that. Every night, he comes and sits there in the chair beside me. As time passes, he grows bolder, covering himself with a blanket, resting his forehead on the side of the chair, getting me more water before he disappears downstairs.
It’s not until one night when I wrinkle my nose to try to alleviate an itch that my eyes open accidentally, and I find his gaze on me.
I try to feign sleep, but Landon grins.
“How long have you known…”
“That you’re awake?” He laughs. I cover my face with my hand, and he says, “How long have you known that I come in here?”
I laugh. “For a while, maybe.”
His face is warm, his eyes alight. “Me too. Maybe.”
“You’re a rat.” I sit up, leaning slightly toward him.
“You use stairs at school.” His face goes solemn.
And yet, I’m still down here on the couch at night. “I know.”
He steeples his fingers, looking over them at me like an old-school psychoanalyst.
“Why is that?”
My heart beats wildly. I whisper, “Because I want to see you.”
I can see my words hit his face. He looks surprised—and happy—and then, right thereafter, grave. “You can’t want that,” he says softly.
I’m surprised to find that I feel angry. “Why not? You do.”
“Yes, and I’m discreet, Evie. No one knows how much I need you. That I can’t sleep unless I sit here with you first. That I need the ride to school and home with you. I need to be near you. No one knows that. No one will ever find out.”
I reach for him, and Landon stares down at my hand before he takes it, cradling it in both of his.
“I know,” I whisper, looking into his gray eyes.
“I know you know. Because you know me.”
He leans down then, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me slightly up against his chest. He doesn’t kiss me, doesn’t even move, he just holds me up against him. I can feel his heart beat through the fabric of his T-shirt.
“Evie… Please,” he murmurs into my hair. “We have to be so smart about this.” His arms hold me tighter, even as he says, “There shouldn’t be a ‘this.’”
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Ella James is the USA Today bestselling author of sixteen teen and adult love stories. She’s an angst-a-holic who loves exploring difficult situations and the emotions of the people caught up in them. Also, smut. But always, always romance.
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