I received an ARC of this book from TRSOR in exchange for an honest review and as part of the book’s blog tour review.

First of all, I love this cover. This cover art alone earns one red heart for the book. I’ve always liked a good visual. There’s been many books that I skipped reading all because I wasn’t sop crazy about their covers.

Anyway, let’s discuss the book. All in all, it was pretty okay. I have to be honest and say that it’s not going to make it to my list of favorites for this year. However, to be fair, it was a solid story of love, deceit, and second chances. Story-wise, it’s not the most unique of plots, but the author does a great job in the way that the whole story was presented. Also, the characters were well written and developed.

Truthfully, there were instances when I doubted just how good the main characters would be for each other. I feel like they’ve both moved on too much and too far away from each other that it wasn’t really the best thing for them to be together again. I mean, maybe they were just chasing a past that didn’t have closure, so they feel like they were really in love with each other when they were actually just in love with the idea, with the innocence that they used to have before things fell apart.

Anyway, toward the end, I found myself rooting for them eventually. It’s a fast read, so that may have added to the pacing which was a bit unrealistic for me. There were instances where the romance felt hurried to me. Still, I quite enjoyed it, and I’d still say that this is a good book that is worth checking out.


“CAN WE STOP by the liquor store on the way to dinner?” Mom asks from the passenger seat of my car.

“Should you be drinking?” I frown then turn onto the main road—well, really the only road in town.

“What’s it going to do, kill me?” she jokes, making me inhale a sharp breath. “Honey,” she says quietly, and I look at her briefly, wondering how the hell she can be so casual about this. “I’m dying. When it will happen, only the good Lord knows, but it is happening, and there is nothing you or I can do about it. I have made my peace with it, and I want you to do the same.” She reaches over to pat my thigh.

“Make peace with it?” I repeat, shaking my head in disbelief.

“Yes, make peace with it. If you think about it, I’m lucky. I know I’m going to die. I know that sooner rather than later God is going to come take me home, and when he does, I will be ready. I will have had a chance to say goodbye to the people I care about and right any wrongs I’ve caused. I’m lucky, honey.”

“What about me?” I wring my hands on the steering wheel, feeling my chest get tight as I fight back tears.

“I love you, honey. I loved you before you were even a sparkle in my eye, and I will always be with you. I know this isn’t easy for you. I know there are going to be a lot of tears shed, but we’re lucky, honey.”

I press my lips together to keep from saying something I might regret. I’m not lucky; in fact, I’m unlucky to the tenth power. How many people have I lost, how many people do I have to loose before it’s enough.

“Oh look! Sheryl!” She yells, pulling me from my thoughts as she reaches over, pressing the horn on my steering wheel while her other hand shoots across me so she can wave out my window. Looking to where she’s waving my heart begins to beat wildly

against my ribcage when I see not Sheryl, but Austin walking into one of the many bars that litter Main Street, only it’s not just Austin—it’s him and a woman with her arm wrapped around the back of his waist as he holds the door open for her.

Even from the distance separating us, my lungs compress at the beauty that is him. The years have been good to him. His hair is still shaggy, only now a little lighter; his face is tan and covered in a beard that makes his crystal blue eyes stand out even more. My eyes travel from his face to his torso, which is covered in a dark green thermal that shows off the muscles of his arms, chest, and tapered waist, then down to his denim-covered thighs. When my gaze sweeps back up, his eyes are on me, and I see them crinkle in confusion then realization that soon turns into anger.

“You missed the liquor store,” my mom complains as I speed up.

Reading Order [book-series]

Book 1 – Fighting To Breathe

Book 2 – Wide Open Spaces


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