Once Rose Fisher makes a decision, that’s it. End of story.
Like when her ex, Patrick, dumped her out of the blue, then showed up with a super hot, tatted up sex kitten on his arm. Then it was over for good. The end. Poof. Dead to her. Except he was everywhere — down the hall, at the bar with their friends, worming his way into her dreams.
But with their friends paired off, they’re left alone more and more. Rose is determined to keep him friendzoned — doesn’t matter that he stares at her with a smolder that drops all panties in a ten foot radius. She’s over him, and she’ll prove it by getting back into the dating game, Patrick be damned.
Patrick Evans is no stranger to consequences. When your mother walks out, your dad drifts away. When you leave home, you’re on your own. And when you run away from the girl you love, you lose her. He finally has an opportunity to rebuild the bridge he burned, and it’s not one he’ll take for granted. But he’ll have to fight for her, even if it hurts. Even if it means he’ll walk away brokenhearted. Because deep down, he knows that she’s it for him.
The trick will be to get her to admit she feels it too.
I have been waiting for Patrick and Rose’s story since I read With a Twist, and I was not disappointed. This book had the full gamut of emotions. I was frustrated, hopeful, happy, devastated, excited, confused, happy (again), sad, heartbroken, and finally elated. It is hard for me to find a book that I literally could not put down. I was at work reading a page then working for 5 minutes and then reading another page.
This review, like the main character, was Tricky. It had so much happening that it was hard for me to find my words. On the one hand I loved the story and could not put it down, but on the other hand I was put through a whole gamut of emotions that I was not expecting. First of all I knew this was gonna pull my heartstrings from what I knew of Tricky and Rose from the other books, but I did not expect the humor, the steam, the genuine moments and that’s on me because I should have from what I have seen in the other books.
We learn more about their relationship, how it ended and how much they both still care about each other. All of these things made the story better with each page. I did not expect to see Rose’s dating mis-adventures, but they were so perfect and hilarious that I was laughing out loud at my desk. I did not expect to learn so much about Patrick and his past and how it informed his decisions now, but it made everything click into place. The only thing that stopped the 5 star rating was the fact that they had zero communication each time they fought and they both walked away, and this is one of my biggest pet peeves in any story. Overall I loved every little nuance, emotion, and word of this book and highly recommend it.
A review copy was provided by the Author for an honest review.
Every day, always. She lived in my thoughts, in my heart, present in nearly every moment of my life. She was my ghost , haunting me, and I couldn’t escape. I didn’t know if I even wanted to. It was my penance.
It was real. No more walking away. No more fighting him, fighting us. I saw the path behind us, saw the path that lay before us, and I knew we would survive, as long as we never gave up.
Cheers to the end, because every story that ends begins another. Cheers to beginnings that they may be full of hope and love…
I suspect if there is a chance for you here, it’s the last one. Last call.”“Last call,” I echoed, knowing it was the truth. I had to step up and order or walk out. And I wasn’t ready to leave.
Being with her was like… It was like seeing in color for the first time after a lifetime of black and white.
Douchesparkle. Lead singers of bands have it all over them.
Just because I’m a cynic doesn’t mean I don’t love love.
I’ve got a baseball bat under my bed, and I’m not afraid to brain you if you get grabby.
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About the Author
Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life: a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom, with three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife, even though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k.
From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s sleeping, cleaning, or designing graphics.
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