Cecelia managed to develop every single daddy issue in the f*cking world and NONE of the fun ones. She just left her fiancé, to go back to this town where she apparently got the best dick of her life, this shall be good. This is mind blowing to me (or maybe I am gay idk), but whatever, I kept going.
We start with the classic: she let herself be destroyed and used in depraved manners and she MISSES THE SALT OF HIS C*M!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Who the fuck has ever said that about d!ck juice. lmaoįrom the creators of: I AM NEVER TRUSTING BOOKTOK EVER AGAIN here comes: I WISH SOMEBODY HAD FUCKING WARNED ME ABOUT HOW SHITTY this would be. I have loved my fair share of trashy books but at least I am self-aware. I have never hated something this much and I will have to warn you, please don't read the rest of this review if you love this series. This book made me wish I had skipped pre-school and elementary school all together. Necessity, and on occasion, does very well at whiskey.Ĭecelia grew up sick. She dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for Kate is a lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and Huffington Post and translated into a dozen languages. Kate’s works haveīeen featured in USA TODAY, BuzzFeed, The New York Daily News, Her holiday release, The Plightīefore Christmas, ranked #6 on Amazon’s Top 100. International bestseller and reader favorite. The Ravenhood Trilogy,Ĭonsisting of Flock, Exodus, and The Finish Line, has become an Drive was also a finalist in the Goodreads Choice awardsįor best contemporary romance of 2017. Named one of the best romances of 2017 by The New York Daily News and
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Looking back, I’m convinced I willed my story into existence due to my illness. At least that was the case for me and the men I trusted my foolish heart to. You can’t re-live your own love story, because by the time you’ve realized you’re living it, it’s over. That’s the novelty of fiction versus reality. Secrets that cost us everything to keep. But in order to keep them, I had to be in on their secrets. Triple Falls wasn’t at all what it seemed, nor were the men that swept me under their wing. I gave into temptation and fed the beating beast, which grew thirstier with every slash, every strike, every blow. When I lived this story, my own twisted fairy tale, it was unbeknownst to me at the time because I was young and naïve. I grew up believing that real love stories include a martyr or demand great sacrifice to be worthy.īecause of that, I believed it, because I made myself believe it, and I bred the most masochistic of romantic hearts, which resulted in my illness.
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