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263 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 13, 2017
“I think you might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I feel tormented by it.” – Simon
A love that makes you feel like the best version of yourself is rare and worth fighting for.
“You are so fucking beautiful. I think you might be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I feel tormented by it.”
Dreams aren't made of fairy tales and romance, they are made of hard work and grit.At the risk of sounding ridiculously pretentious, I'm going to go out on a limb and say that this is what self/independent publishing is all about: a chance to experience the raw talent of a great new author.
When our eyes meet, something in his expression makes me feel like I just stepped off a ledge.Simon has scratched and clawed his way up from the gutter, and is now an up-and-coming architect. But his life is in chaos right now with his adoption of his incarcerated sister's baby. The last thing he needs is to be knocked on his ass by a woman.
This woman is a conundrum. She represents everything I want, and everything that is unattainable.Honestly, both Addie and Simon went into their relationship kicking and screaming. :)
His fist is wrapped around my hair as he fucks me through my orgasm and then into his....but an attraction that went much further than the physical...
I close my eyes and say a prayer of gratitude that her beauty is not skin deep, but runs to the very core of who she is.So while perhaps the plot needed to be tightened up in places and the dialogue was a bit stilted on occasions, Dylan Allen's debut is absolutely worth your time and money. The sheer joy of reading something so unique and heartfelt like this doesn't come around every day!
“He moves his lips across mine—brushing back and forth—and I know this will be unlike any kiss I’ve ever had before. With every single touch, I feel myself unraveling.”
“He looks at me for a minute, not saying anything, but assessing me from head to toe. His gaze, as it moves over me, is like a wave of heat and I feel a trickle of sweat make its way down my back. It is August, but it’s not an overly warm night. My rising body temperature has nothing to do with the weather.”
“I’ve hoped she wouldn’t call. At the same time, I prayed she would. Every time my phone rang or buzzed with a new text, I jumped to pick it up. It’s never her. It doesn’t matter, I wouldn’t have had time to see her anyway.”
“This moment burns itself in my memory. In a city where dreams are made, mine is sitting across me, and I know wherever she goes I will follow. She is my lodestar; the love of my life.”
"In a city where dreams are made, mine is sitting across me, and I know wherever she goes I will follow."