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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 16, 2018
A soulmate is someone who sees all the parts you’re ashamed of, and loves you anyway.
“You sacrificed seven-hundred grand to annoy me?”
“Oh, but princess, the value of annoying you is priceless."
“Loving someone is the easiest thing in the word. Making them love you back is the hard part.”
"If men had to make women orgasm to get them pregnant, the world’s population would still be in double-digits.”
And as I stared, bombarded by all the ways I needed her in my life, there was a small, lonely hole in my heart that saw her standing there and whispered, “Oh, there you are.” This is the story of us.
“What happened to us, Ash?
We used to think we’d be friends forever. We dreamed so big it hurt our brains. And now…
The biggest thing we have in common these days is our anger, and I have no goddamn clue how to change that.”
“How is it possible to feel so many conflicting emotions about a single person? How can I love him and hate him at the same time? How can I want to never see him again and want to beg him to never leave my side?”
"I run to quiet my mind,
and as I force my feet one in front
of the other, my dark thoughts trail behind me
like an oil leak.
I run to purge. To punish myself.
To push thoughts away.
I run, because whenever I stand
still,
the suffocating, life-ruining love I
feel for you
catches up with me."
❝ Loving someone is the easiest thing in the world. Making them love you back is the hard part.❞
It’s his words that slay me. His sometimes sweet, sometimes sad, always sexy words about love and loss seem to bypass my brain and speak straight to my soul.
“We’re working. Can you put the phone down.”
“Can I? Yes. Will I? No.”
“Are you that intent on inflicting yourself on the nearest hottie on Tinder? Or are you sliding into the DMs of some of your faithful fans?”
He stays focused on the screen. “Neither. I’m on a new app called Whiner. It locates the most insufferable nag within a four-block radius.” He looks at me in mock-surprise. “Holy shit, would you look at that? It’s pointing right at you.”
“We’ve tried being enemies. It sucked. We’ve tried being friends, and it’s not enough. The way I feel about you isn’t platonic anymore. It’s primal.”
“Whether or not you love someone is irrelevant. The difference between heaven and hell is them loving you back. If they don't, you can't do a damn thing about it except pack up your heart and move on.”
“I do a lot of things badly and a few things well. But I do one thing better than anyone else on the planet, and that’s love you.”
“Loving you isn’t a choice. It’s who I am.”
I'm really happy to inform you, though, that this isn't the case for this book. A few weeks ago I read the first book in the series (Mister Romance) and I enjoyed it a lot so I had to continue reading the series.
And I'm so glad that I did.
This was such a great read for me, I can't tell you. It might got me a little more than usual to finish it but that wasn't because I didn't enjoy it, I'm just busy and tired.
It was slow burn, it had so mind-blowing plot twists, tension, great banter between the two MCs and so many more. The characters were truly great and what I loved about the h is that it was so easy to empathize with her. While she was pretty successful in her career she had many insecurities and there's just something I love about realistic characters, especially female ones. The H was great too and even though I can't tell you much about him (because I don't want to spoil anything) I'll just say that I didn't have any doubt that he would make it to my book boyfriend list. You'll get why if you (have) read this book.
I'll admit that some scenes were a bit cliché but please ask me if I care (spoiler alert, the answer is no). After many mediocre and bad reads the last few days I'm so happy I read this book. 5 ⭐
“I can’t take back the mistakes I’ve made, but I can make this solemn vow:
Peel back my skin and muscles and bone, and you’ll find a lovingly rendered portrait of you painted on my soul.”
“So, are you going to invite me in?” I ask. “Or do you expect me to pole vault over your giant landmass of a body to get inside?”
He takes a halfhearted step to the side. “Sorry. I forgot vampires can’t enter without being invited. Come in, Succubus. Mi casa, and all that.”
“Can’t you tell that when I’m with you, no one else exists?”
“With love, most us are mindlessly betting everything we have, over and over, with the certain, unshakeable faith that we’re destined to lose.”
“I’m still the boy who thought you were the stars and moon,
the teen who burned for you like a vengeful sun,
the man who circles you like a lovesick moon,
the lover who’ll worship you ’til the end of time.”