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Lisa True Story Book Blog — Tue, 26 Aug 2014 14:00:11 +0000

Title: Vanquish (Deliver Book #2)

Author: Pam Godwin
Release Date: August 25, 2014

Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance

Her life is like a prison cell.
A self-made, to-hell-with-the-free-world existence that locks from the inside.
Stop judging. Her agoraphobia doesn’t define her. It simply keeps her safe.

He belongs in a prison cell.
The 6×8, make-me-your-bitch variety that locks from the outside.
But he’s free. To hunt. To take. To break.
And he just found a sexy new toy.

Capturing her is the easy part. Her fucked-up mind, however, makes him question everything he does next.
But he’s a determined bastard. If all goes his way, this will hurt like hell.

I absolutely LOVED Deliver – I cannot say enough good things about it…check out my review!

Title: Deliver (Deliver Book #1)

Author: Pam Godwin

Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance

His name was Joshua Carter. Now it’s whatever she wants it to be.

She is a Deliverer.

She lures young men and delivers them to be sold. She delivers the strikes that enforce their obedience. She delivers the sexual training that determines their purchase price.

As long as she delivers, the arrangement that protects her family will hold.

Delivering is all she knows.

The one thing she can’t deliver is a captive from slavery.

Until him.

And her stubborn slave thinks he can deliver her…from herself.

Romantic Thriller
Stand Alone (no cliff-hanger). The sequel is coming Summer 2014.
Content warning: Graphic sex, violence, and psychological abuse. Age 18+ only.

He stalked toward her, mirroring the tilt of her head, knees and shoulders loose, and his gaze holding her prisoner. A breath away, he paused, soaking in the subtleties of her tipped-up chin, parting lips, and glossy but resolute eyes.

With the next breath, he launched, hands on her jaw, fingers spread around the back of her head.

His elbows dropped, shoulders raised, and he yanked her to him, lifting her on tiptoes, guiding her mouth, taking it. His grip twisted through her hair as he drew in her upper lip and shoved her against the fridge, following her with the weight of his body.

The kiss went fucking wild, their lips mashing in a frantic battle. His tongue plunged her mouth, attacking, thrusting in and out, possessing her movements, owning her. Breath for breath, lick after lick, he ate at her mouth, tasting, devouring.

He dropped his hands to her breasts, squeezing ruthlessly as he rolled his cock against her cunt.

His tongue tingled, his skin burned, and his head swam. God, she was a drug, and he was so fucking high.

She gripped his biceps, bit at his lips, and threw her arms over his shoulders, her fingers scratching the fuck out his back. He shuddered, loving it, but he was in control.

Reaching back, he grabbed her wrists and slammed them above her head. Their bodies ground together, his forearms pressing hers to the fridge, their tongues dancing and clashing. Chest-to-chest, hips fused together, he flexed his ass, dry humping her like a horny teenager.

Jesus, fuck, he didn’t care. He wanted her.

He leaned back to study her face and found strong smoldering eyes, sharp breaths, and swollen wet lips. Whatever she saw in his expression made her mouth chase his and her fingers curl around his hands. They kissed endlessly, fueling the fire and pushing his control long past the point of discomfort before pulling back and starting all over again.

When he broke the kiss with a hand on her jaw, they panted as one, mouths open and so close their bottom lips brushed. She peered at him through lowered lashes, and he stared back in awe. What trembled between them wasn’t an if? Or even a how hard? Those were foregone. The question they shared was simple.

Ready?

Vanquish by Pam Godwin

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

*ARC Given to Blog for Honest Review*

5 “four” “toothpick” “shove me out the door” Kisses

Pam Godwin gets me. Every. Single. Time. Don’t ask me how she does it…but I have been a loving devotee of her words for over a year now and she has yet to disappoint me. Deliver absolutely blew me away so of course I was excited to read Vanquish…you cannot be introduced to Van Quiso and not be at least intrigued to know more…especially with the way Deliver ends. Vanquish could be read as a stand alone, but I promise you, it’s so much better if you read Deliver first…plus it’s just an amazingly fantastic book and I think everyone should read it! 🙂 But I digress…*sigh*…let the babbling begin!

Van Quiso…where to begin…Van took all my expectations, thoughts, preconceived notions and completely demolished them. I was really wondering at the beginning if I could love Van as much as I wanted to…he’s not an easy character and he’s as far from your ‘typical book boyfriend’ as you can get…but through all his complexities and flaws…he has one of the purest hearts I have ever encountered. I know that sounds crazy pants…because we’re talking about a former abductor, a man who brutalized people, sold them into slavery…I mean his list of undesirable traits is incredibly lengthy but…I promise you, there is so much good in him it blew me away. Van has many layers…his life is in a bit of a transition stage…he has lived the same way for over 7 years and he’s having trouble giving up a few of his old habits. It’s more of a compulsion then anything I think, but I did love his main driving force behind everything he did…Livana, his daughter. She was just the tip of the iceberg in seeing how different Van is from Deliver to Vanquish…the other key element…Amber.

‘Pulsating shadows framed his vision, closing in and threatening to take him from her permanently. Final judgment awaited him in death, but his punishment had already been inflicted. She no longer feared him. She was no longer his. The burn in his shoulder ignited. If he died, what would become of her?’

Amber Rosenfeld…she’s the crazy hot mess to Van’s fucked up’ness…they’re a perfect pair! This girl…her issues have issues…and yet, even as kooky as Amber was…I still loved her. There was just something about her that through her quirks and OCD tendencies, through her breakdowns (yes…multiple breakdowns – I’ll say it again, hot mess), through everything…I really liked Amber. She’s unbelievably gorgeous and driven chick…and I could see past her flaws to the strong, smart woman that wanted to break free from her illness. Every now and then I would get glimpses of her sassy personality, her strength and control is unfathomable (with and without her OCD and agoraphobia)…I think that’s what compelled me the most about her is that she has so much potential and I wanted to break down and walls and barriers that kept her from doing anything and everything she wanted to. She was her own worst enemy and it was killing me every moment she continued to deny herself. I felt bad for her…and once you know the circumstances that got her to the point that she is at, it all makes sense…but I did honestly feel that she wanted to get better. She had the desire to, just no drive to get her there…and that’s where Van came in.

“Why did you quit?” He nodded at the aquarium.
She looked at him, her gaze wet and glazed, not really looking. “You’ll see.”
He narrowed his eyes, wanting to press, but he only had twenty minutes before the Roofy took effect. So he offered the same obtuseness. “I’m going to fix you, then you’ll see.”

So how do you take a crazy man and a crazy woman and make them heal each other and have me fall in love with them? Well…that’s the million dollar question, because it totally just happened. They could actually probably have a contest for who has more mental problems and I’m really not quiet sure who would win…but that didn’t make me love them any less…if anything, it drew me to them more. As fucked up as Van is, and he readily knows and admits that fact, he sees Amber and her flaws and wants to fix her…help her…cure her. Because he doesn’t see the flaws, he sees a stunning girl with all the potential in the world and he wants her to have everything…to give her everything. The fact that they are both insanely stubborn and strong willed works in their favor because as much as mentally Amber cannot give up on her compulsions, Van is never going to stop fighting or give up on her. In theory it might sound like the unending battle…but watching it unfold cracked through a piece of my heart…seeing his dedication and devotion to her was beyond words.

‘Warmth sifted through him, lifting his broken soul to the surface. Where was the temptation to jump on that vulnerable throat and crush it with a ruthless hand? He wanted to own her but not if it scarred her. She was his weakness, and with a confidence that punctuated every revelation he’d come to accept since he’d taken her, there wasn’t a damned thing he’d do to change it.’

The change happens for both of them and it’s slow and gradual and then all of a sudden it’s there and it’s so beautiful, I cannot even tell you how happy it made my heart…they weren’t perfect, but they were perfect together and I loved it. I loved how they made each other feel and what he was doing to try and help her…it was like all of his intentions and why he started this whole thing in the first place became secondary to what was in her best interest…he was more interested in seeing her happy and whole than anything else. And then…there was kind of an ah-ha moment…not a good one, but an enlightening one, and as much as I didn’t want it to be true…it was. I didn’t see it coming…I knew something was coming, but not that and I honestly lost complete control over my emotions. I was bawling… even thinking about it, remembering the scene as it unfolds, makes me cry…because it was an act of complete and utter love, as much as it hurt her and him – and me! – it was selfless and pure and honest. As much as I wanted to hate Van for what he did…I couldn’t, because it was amazing.

‘He adjusted her legs so that she straddled his lap and squeezed her chest to his. His arms were strong and immovable around her, his body a powerhouse of muscle. But she felt the scared boy in the hunch of his shoulders and the restlessness of his fingers gripping at the shirt covering her back. That little boy felt like her insides, fractured and hurting, lonely and scared, but brimming with the desire to love something or someone and to be loved.’

Pam has an incredible gift and I feel honored every time I read her books. She’s an absolute genius with words…like I feel like I need a new word for genius for her talent because it’s so much more than that. Of course I enjoy the entire process while reading her books, but it’s not until the very end when it all hits me and I have a moment to process WTF I just read…for it to all sink in and think Wow…that just fucking happened to me. All the pain and the hard stuff…the passion and the love…every sentence of everything she writes has purpose and it’s absolutely mind blowing how much I love it. Her characters…gah!…she crafts these indelibly flawed characters that pull at each one of my heart strings without even trying…they effortlessly work their way into my brain and I cannot help but fall in love with every aspect of them…good or bad, right or wrong…I don’t even care, it all starts to blend together and I see them for what they really are…these gorgeous humans who in spite of their past and mistakes are still striving for something better. Her stories are pure brilliance dipped in amazing – I don’t know how she does it but I hope she never ever stops.

“You said there were four? Four people you cared about?”
Ah, there was his little countress. He might’ve grinned if his chest didn’t hurt so badly. “Number four…” He blew out a breath, lowered his brow to hers, and told her the truth. “When I met her, I wanted to pick her apart her freaky little agoraphobic mind and play with the pieces. I wanted to become her obsession, her solitary devotion, her fear.” She tensed and so did he. “But along the way, she picked me apart. I’m the one who is obsessed, devoted…scared.”

So, one of the main reasons I would recommend reading Deliver before you read Vanquish is because you get to see a different side of Van…I mean, a very deep and dark part of me always wanted to know more about Van, even though he’s not exactly very likeable in Deliver…it’s just really hard, mainly because he’s got 7 years of being a fucked up ass hole fighting against him, but some of his actions were good towards the end of Deliver, and I did see that. I think that’s why I craved more…I saw the glimpse of possibility and couldn’t wait to get inside his fucked up brain and know why. Either way…getting in his POV, understanding his past more, getting some insight about the dolls (don’t even get me started about the dolls…I will never look at them the same way again)…all of these are like little puzzle pieces in the mess that is Van, but I really enjoyed getting to know him on a deeper level…rather than what I knew about the fucked up psychopath abductor. I definitely didn’t hate Van going into Vanquish…by the end of Deliver I had a new found appreciation for him and after what I just read…nothing could stop me from loving him. He might be dark and fucked up and twisted…but he’s not as bad or evil as he thinks he is. In fact…I think he’s kind of amazing.

‘He could whip her against a tree, fuck her beneath the moon, tie her down on the porch and mar her flesh with the cuts of his teeth. It didn’t matter, because wherever he took her, no matter how brutal or dark the destination, there would always be warmth. Because he would be with her.’

Oh good gracious…let the book hangover commence. I don’t know how I’m going to get over this one…I love all of these characters so much and it’s going to be hard to let them go…it’s a little bittersweet. The ending was all I could have ever hoped for…and then some. A perfect ending for two imperfect people who needed an HEA more than any two characters in the history of the universe. Needless to say I will be desperately waiting for the next piece of fabulocity that will come from Pam Godwin…I’m 99% positive I will love every ounce of it.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Pam Godwin, lives in the Midwest with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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truestorybb — Wed, 07 Aug 2013 12:00:54 +0000

Title: Beneath the Burn

Author: Pam Godwin

Genre: Romantic/Erotic Thriller

They meet by chance. The timing is wrong.

Three years later, she finds him again, but their separation was poisoned with narcotics and bloodied by enslavement.

Her freedom gambled away, Charlee Grosky escapes the international businessman who held her captive. But his power reaches beyond her protective barriers and threatens everyone she has come to love.

Jay Mayard wears his tortured secrets under his rock god facade. Drugs are his release, even as he seeks to be the man forged of the steel only she can see.

In a celebrity world filled with paparazzi, groupies, and drugs, Jay and Charlee must face their worst fears. When the battle is over, what will be left…Beneath The Burn.

Genre: Romantic/Erotic Thriller

Content warning: Includes graphic rape, sex, anal, bondage, and violence. Age 18+ only.

Want to read the first time Jay and Charlee meet? We knew you would! 🙂

A woman with a white-blonde pixie haircut backed out of the shop and dammit if he couldn’t stop himself from gawking. She was slender, but not in a bones-pressing-skin kind of way. She had a figure that could only be toned with good nutrition and rigorous activity. Oh yeah, she was built for stamina.

She locked the door, and turned toward him, tipping back her head.

The bluest eyes he’d ever seen stared up at him. They were ringed with navy and glimmered with silver flecks. They were also wide with…fear? No, that couldn’t be it if her smile were anything to go by. Her beautiful face seemed to swallow up the glow of the streetlamps, the passing headlights, the goddamned moon.

“Hi.” Her smile wavered. “You look lost. Can I help?”

Oh Christ, her voice. It was the complete package, like the full-bodied Fsus2 chord humming from the hole in his Martin Acoustic. Gentle, cool, hypnotic—

“You’re lost, right?”

She had no idea. “Just found what I’m looking for.” Smooth, Jay. What the hell was he doing?

Beneath the Burn by Pam Godwin

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

*ARC Given to Blog for Honest Review*

5++++ “Huntress” “You weren’t just a girl” “Dare to be vulnerable with me.” Kisses!

As I sit here with puffy, teary, red eyes I need to find a way to put into words the cluster fuck that is my thoughts, feelings and emotions about this book. I can do that with two words. HA! If you know me…then you truly know how funny this statement is. Why? Well..it’s simple…

Why is my mind blown? Because I didn’t just read this book…I was sucked in and taken on an insane journey of trust, pain, freedom, passion, forgiveness, strength and above all else…love. I will never forget this book. Your brain can never recover from a book like this. It’s not physically possible. And mine has been forever scarred. Forever burned. (oh yes…I just made a pun 😛 )

Charlee Grosky…who is she? She’s a shadow, a figment…because she never really got the chance to exist. Her chance was taken from her at the age of 16, replaced with an existence no human should ever have to live. But she endured. How? Why? Because she’s the strongest little spit-fire ever to grace the pages of a book! God Bless America this girl BLEW me the fuck away. I loved her. She has flaws…hello, they are quite well understood given her history – but fuck a whole bunch of that because she’s just flat out awesome and amazing and I challenge anyone to argue with me. I will say it again…I love her. The end.

‘Perhaps she was the missing elements of his soul.’

Jay…James Kristopher Maynard…my sweet broken soul…if he only knew how one hour in Charlee’s presence would forever change his existence. Change the course of how his life would play out, forever haunted by the beautiful girl that made something stunning out of scars that would always torture and plague him. But that’s what Charlee did to him…for him. Before that night he was just another guy in a band. After her…well, she was his muse. The reason for his inspiration that created the songs that gave his band, The Burn, their success. But this unwilling rock star would give it all up, if it meant he could have her.

‘Fuck him but he’d found a beacon of salvation in this gorgeous girl.
And lost his goddamned mind.’

I can’t go into detail with what makes this plot so different…but it’s so very very different. It’s dark and twisted and not for the faint of heart. If you like fluff and hugs and kisses and mushy things – turn away now, this is not the book for you. But if you love realness, raw, grit, the ugly side of love and the beauty that can be found when you push beyond all that…you will not find a better book. There are things in this book that will give you knots in your stomach, make you cringe, make you hurt – physically and emotionally – for the characters, it’s a freakin mind fuck. And I personally loved every minute of it.

‘She knew, in the moment, the absence of fear was not synonymous with courage. She wasn’t brave. She was numb. Was that how Jay felt when his scars were inflicted? Or had he always been courageous?’

Well after all that you would think, wtf Lisa, how the hell do you enjoy this? I shall explain. First of all, the writing is F.L.A.W.L.E.S.S. Magical. Spectacular. Couldn’t tell you one thing I didn’t like about it. Even when she was ripping my heart out and absolutely killing my soul with her words, I still was in awe of the way she did it. Perfect example… ‘Her eyes flipped open and collided with his where they glittered over the counter.’ Really?? That’s just them looking at each other, can you think of a more beautiful way to say that? Nope…me either. It was effortless. Like the words just leapt into my brain, did a little jig with my imagination and left me stunned and stupefied. It was a glorious journey.

‘The challenge in her tone suspended him in a moment of lucidity. Wonderful things were going to happen with this girl. She would push him. Maybe even fix him. If his nightmares chased her away, though, if she ran out the door, his existence would go up in an inferno.’

What else was there to like? The characters, their growth and development…their interaction and the way the melded together. Even the evil fucking ass holes were impeccably crafted…you have to sit back and tip your hat to a good fuckin villain. And then of course there is Jay and Charlee. My heart broke and ached, it soared and rejoiced, it crumbled and disintegrated and then was healed and lovingly pieced back together. You go thru every emotional journey with them, and believe me…they have it in spades…but the process of watching them go through it together…is breathtaking.

“Do you know what happens when you open up?”
She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. “It makes you strong.”
He kissed each lid and whispered against them, “Dare to be vulnerable with me?”

So…the ending…that was the icing on my battered and bruised heart. Just when I’m happy…when I think there is a light at the end of the tunnel and I can breathe a sigh of relief, that’s when I can see the writing on the wall. The writing that tells me ’yeah…fucking…right! Roy Oxford is not going to go away that easily.’ I’m not going to sugar coat this, from about 91% till 95% I Did. Not. Stop. Crying. Bawling. Big fat crocodile tears accompanied by the heaving gasps where you can’t catch a breath…mainly due to the fact that you can’t breathe thru your nose because of all the snot. I’m not painting a pretty picture here folks, and I know this. But….would I do it all over again? You bet your sweet fuckin tits I would!

“More than anything, I want to learn how to bend to your touch without breaking.” He stroked his cheek along hers, the rise and fall of his chest intoxicating her. “I want you tot touch me inside and out.” He straightened to look at her.
The heat from his words left her breathless.
He squeezed their hands at her back. “You saw strength in me once. Do you think you could find it again?”

My brain will never fully recover from Beneath the Burn…Charlee and Jay are permanently etched into my heart and I love that. I never want to give up on my characters (because to me…they are mine, sorry!) but they are exactly where I want them to be. Happy. Complete. Perfect. Now…would I love for some spin off’s…hell fuckin yeah I would! O.M.G. Laz is brilliance and probably is the only thing that kept me from completely slitting my wrists. The boy is hilarious. I love him…in a different way from Jay, but I might have a small obsession with Laz. Wil and Rio seem like they would have a fun story to tell, too. Obviously, they don’t go into a lot of detail about the band, but you know there is history there and it would be nice to get to know that side. Plus I’m a series whore, so sue me that I don’t want to let go! Don’t judge me.

“This will hold me.” She poked him on the chest. “You have the heart one expects to see at the center of a fire, bending and twisting like steel, but never breaking. If something happens to mine, yours would be stubborn enough to beat for both of us.”

There is so much I am missing…like about her pain, his fears and how the approach them together. Always together. Or about how many freaking things I highlighted…the decisions on which quotes to put in this review were literally painful for me to choose. But if I went on and on about everything this review would turn into a novel, rather than just the novella that it currently is. I babble…once again, don’t judge me. 😛 So…in conculsion…you must read this book. I don’t say this lightly, Beneath the Burn is one of the best books I’ve read this year and in my life. It’s a soul searing, life-altering book that will leave you gasping for breath, clinging to hope and yearning for more. 🙂

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Beneath the Burn by Pam Godwin

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

“Do you know what happens when you open up?”

“It makes you strong.”

I am. On top of. THE MOTHER FUCKING WORLD right now!! Yes, you heard me. Actually, I am pretty sure I am sitting on the moon somewhere or just orbiting up in the star filled galaxy because I have been BLOWN…the…FUCK…away!! Goodbye that is all!

I guess I need to give you all a little more than that, huh? Alright well how about you try this on for size. The Fault in Our Stars. The Edge of Never. The Sea of Tranquility. The Dark Duet series. I could go on. But here’s what you need to know about those books I just listed. ALL of those books are some of my top favorites. ALL of those books, especially, TFiOS, has been unmovable since it was placed on my top bookshelf inside of my fucked up head. But holy mother of God that ALL JUST CHANGED! Oh yes my lovely people, Beneath the Burn has taken the fucking cake. Number one, favorite book, that changed my life from here on out, until books no longer exist on this planet, has now been replaced. Out with the old, in with the burn.

While reading this book I felt like I was having mini heart attacks, on top of feeling like I was 84 months pregnant with every hormone known to woman running through my body thanks to the emotional mess of a roller coaster I was on, and then, upon finishing, I felt like I was coming down off of the highest high that you could ever imagine while simultaneously feeling like I was bathing in 100 proof liquor and letting it seep into my pores. Yeah, that’s how fucked up I felt. And don’t even get me started on the tears. Dear god those fucking tears. Yeah well I have pics to prove it that I sent to Lisa (a.k.a. blog partner) that I took while refusing to finish this book at…ohhhhh let’s say…94ish%. My head hurt, my heart hurt, I had snot in mouth and on my shirt, I couldn’t breathe and I all I wanted to do was get in bed and dream happy dreams of all the wonderful fucked up moments that took place in this book.

Okay, so you’re thinking…wonderful fucked up moments? Let me explain. Yes, I have to admit it now. I am a masochist when it comes to reading. Torture my heart. Hurt my soul. Rip me to pieces and I promise I will be lying there with a sick fucking smile on my face. I LIVE for books like this. Books that go beyond the fluff and the hearts and flowers. Books that delve into darkness and suffocate your brain. Books that are written by kick ass authors who aren’t afraid to write outside the pretty little box. THAT is what this book is. It is the fix that my addiction craves and I have never been more…perfectly, blissfully, fucked up. Yep, I will NEVER be the same. EVER!

Okay so let’s see here. I don’t want to give too much away as far as plot goes because this is the ONE and ONLY book that I am not willing to spoil for ANYONE. Even if you beg. It’s too perfect to ruin so you are just going to have to deal with that I give you.

Charlee Grosky

She got off on brutality and not on tenderness? She was damaged. So fucking broken.

Let me sum her up in a few words. Broken. Damaged. Sheltered (literally). And knows, wants, craves, and NEEDS one thing…
pain
. Charlee has had to endure months, no years, of sinfully orchestrated HELL at the hands of Roy Oxford. The man that owns basically the world and well…her. The man that stops at nothing because that’s an impossible feat. The man that tortured her body, ruined her soul, destroyed her heart, and caused her to run in fear for years. But he also gave Charlee the one thing she needs…strength.

Choosing the punishment was not the same as choosing to be punished. The beating would’ve happened with or without her consent. There was no power exchange. No safe word. Choosing the method gave her an illusion of control, and in the monsters lair, illusion was better than reality.

The strength I saw in Charlie was something I have never in my life had the privilege of reading before. This girl is unlike any other and considering the hell she has been through, is pretty fucking amazing. That’s what I loved about her. Even after going to hell and back, twice, she has more strength in one fiery red hair on her head than anyone else does in their entire body. She is afraid, yet brave. Ruined, yet healing. I love her, I love her, I love her.

Jay Mayard

He wanted to be healed by his own inner strength. Charlee had drawn the steel beneath the burns. And the next time he looked into her beautiful face, he would prove to her she had not misjudged him.

Lead guitarist and vocalist in the band The Burn. Tortured soul. Struggling addict. And above all else, never ever the same after he meets a blue-eyed tattoo artist one fateful night-his Charlee. His inspiration. His reason to be a better person. His reason to overcome his deamons. And the
only
touch that he will ever welcome.

“More than anything, I want to learn to bend to your touch without breaking.” He stroked his cheek along hers, the rise and fall of his chest intoxicating her. “I want you to touch me inside and out.”

Wonderful things were going to happen with this girl. She would push him. Maybe even fix him. If his nightmares chased her away, though, if she ran out the door, his existence would go up in an inferno.

Picture the earth shattering. Picture galaxies colliding. Picture beauty, meets pain, meets devastation, meets two souls forever changed. That is what Charlee and Jay are. Never in my life have I wanted anything more than for these two broken souls to be healed as one. To be cured, together, happy, and living fearless and content.

She met Jay by chance the first time. Destiny brought them together a second time. If one were to believe in such a thing, perhaps they would find each other again.

Brought together, torn apart. Suffering, waiting, wanting, and never giving up hope. That’s what sets them apart from others. The connection these two share is indescribable. I couldn’t explain it even if I wanted to. Jay and Charlee have forever, captured my heart.

Okay, so where do I go from here with this review? I think I will wrap it up now. You got my feelings, my emotions, and I even confessed to my ridiculous ugly crying. Snot and all. So what does that say for this book? Well, I will reiterate. Best, motherfucking, book I think I have EVER read. It has taken my breath away, shattered my heart, exposed my soul, and I will never be the same again. How do I feel about that? FUCKING ECSATIC!!
I will leave you with a couple of my favorite quotes.

“Love is like a series of improbable, lonely notes landing together in meaningful chaos. Where every channel carries a rhythm that conveys an expression of emotion. It doesn’t feel flat or fake or hollow. It’s not exaggerated with overtones. The complexity might feel organized, but the creation is never controlled” ~Jay

“Whatever you gave him made him look at things differently, made him want to get better. He wanted to explore it…the tattoo, you, I don’t know. But your death meant he would be forever incomplete…unfinished.” ~Laz

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Charlee, but whatever it is melts everything else away. It’s the best feeling in the world.” ~Jay

“You’re wrong. It’s you. You make me want to rake up the shit just to dissect it. Figure out what I’m made of, what I’m not, and who I am.” A dimple flashed on his cheek, its appearance endearing him all the more. “Got to say, Charlee, that’s an undertaking I’ve never cared to attempt. You make me want to care about a lot of things.” ~Jay

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Pam Godwin lives in Missouri with her husband, their two children, and a foulmouthed parrot. When she ran away, she traveled fourteen countries across five continents, attended three universities, and married the vocalist of her favorite rock band. Now, she resides in her hometown, earning her living as a portfolio research analyst, and living her yearning as a writer.

Java, tobacco, and dark romance novels are her favorite indulgences, and might be considered more unhealthy than her aversion to sleeping, eating meat, and dolls with blinking eyes.

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I absolutely LOVED Deliver – I cannot say enough good things about it…check out my review!

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