Kassia Preston, a
best selling author whose a bit of recluse, but who could blame her
after what had happened to her all those years ago. Thankfully, her
brother Darios and her friends Genna and Tara had always been there for
her. One day in Darios' gym, she meets Jason. He's young, fit and
mouthwateringly sexy. Kassia is drawn to him, not only because of his
looks but because of something else, something indescribable.
Jason Theroux, a young SWAT officer has his own demons that he keeps hidden deep inside.
What happens when these two broken souls get together? Will they be able to survive their past and forge a new future? Or will their demons begin to threaten their relationship, destroying it completely?
Jason Theroux, a young SWAT officer has his own demons that he keeps hidden deep inside.
What happens when these two broken souls get together? Will they be able to survive their past and forge a new future? Or will their demons begin to threaten their relationship, destroying it completely?
I always like to take a chance on a new author, especially when the
blurb of the book is so intriguing. You
had me at 26 year old SWAT officer.
Kassia is a 33 year old writer.
She lives her life as kind of a recluse except for her brother. Something bad happened to Kassia when she was
a teenager, something her mind has blacked out but impacts her life negatively
all the same. Her brother Darios owns a
health club, and when he gets Kassia there she meets Jason, the aforementioned
hot SWAT officer. They have chemistry
for sure, but both are carrying some pretty serious baggage, so they agree to
just be friends. However, they soon
realize that being friends isn’t exactly what they want and begin a
romance. Jason is harboring his own
demons, and Kassia is receiving mysterious packages from a stalker that
threaten her safety. Will Jason not only
be able to overcome his own demons, but realize the depth of his feelings for
Kassia and keep her safe?
I would say that this book was ok for me. There were some aspects to it that I really
liked, and some that left me scratching my head a bit. For instance, I really liked the plot and
subplot of the book. Kassia is an
interesting character and reading about the bloom of the relationship between
her and Jason was awesome. I love it the
whole friends to lovers scenario. I also
really liked that Jason is younger than Kassia.
Go, girl! I love the older woman/younger man dynamic. It is not done nearly enough.
The parts that left me scratching my head a bit were in the
dialogue. I think some of the internal
dialogue felt a bit stilted and unnecessary.
It felt to me that it could have been cut out and not detracted from the
story. Also, the nicknames were a bit
much for me; specifically that Kassia calls Jason “Junior”. He didn’t seem junior to me, if you know what
I’m saying.
Overall, did enjoy this book.
It had a solid plot that kept me guessing and good characters. It could have perhaps used a bit of editing,
but I’ll definitely be looking forward to reading the next book. 4 stars.
I used to love the rain, but not anymore. I closed my eyes hoping for sleep to come. I waited, but it never came. That’s when I heard it, two deafening blasts. One right after the other. I slowly crawled out of bed and headed towards the window. I peeled back my curtains. The heavy suede slipped through my fingers. I could feel my heartbeat racing. The next-door neighbor’s lights were on. The sound was so alarming; I knew they might need help.
We had just moved into the area and I didn’t know anyone yet. My parents were off touring Europe. My brother, who was supposed to watch over me, had left to see his girlfriend, telling me to be a “good girl”. Yes, granted, I was sixteen-years-old, but I still felt uncomfortable alone in a new house and a new neighborhood.
I put on a pair of jeans and crept downstairs. I was worried that something had happened to them. Before I knew it, I was outside drenched by the rain. I ran across our lawn to the neighboring house. I ran until I reached their door. The porch light was on and so were the lights in the living room. I peered through the windows to see if I could see inside, but I couldn’t. The curtains blocked me from seeing anything.
I rang the doorbell, but no one came. If the lights were all on, then someone had to be there, right? I waited, my nervousness now getting the better of me. I began to swear at how stupid I was and how stupid my brother was for leaving me alone. I rang it again, but this time I put my hand on the front door. It opened with a soft creak. Some sort of old school jazz music was playing in the background. I inched forward slowly.
“Hello?” I said, my voice cracking from my fear. “I'm your new neighbor, Kassia. I heard a loud sound and thought you might need some help.” I waited, but still nothing.
I moved gradually through the hallway passing a staircase. The music was getting louder as I headed towards the kitchen. I could see pure white tiles lining the floor. My eyes were drawn to a deep red liquid, which had etched itself through the tiles’ grout. My breathing became erratic. I suddenly knew what I was looking at. My mind froze but my body kept going. The pool of blood was now getting larger; that’s when a small knocking sound came from behind me. My breath hitched and I turned around. My eyes zeroed in at the front door. If I run now, I could be back home and safe. I picked up my pace, but a small sound came from behind me. Underneath the staircase was a small cabinet, which I hadn’t noticed before. I reached for the handle and opened it.
We had just moved into the area and I didn’t know anyone yet. My parents were off touring Europe. My brother, who was supposed to watch over me, had left to see his girlfriend, telling me to be a “good girl”. Yes, granted, I was sixteen-years-old, but I still felt uncomfortable alone in a new house and a new neighborhood.
I put on a pair of jeans and crept downstairs. I was worried that something had happened to them. Before I knew it, I was outside drenched by the rain. I ran across our lawn to the neighboring house. I ran until I reached their door. The porch light was on and so were the lights in the living room. I peered through the windows to see if I could see inside, but I couldn’t. The curtains blocked me from seeing anything.
I rang the doorbell, but no one came. If the lights were all on, then someone had to be there, right? I waited, my nervousness now getting the better of me. I began to swear at how stupid I was and how stupid my brother was for leaving me alone. I rang it again, but this time I put my hand on the front door. It opened with a soft creak. Some sort of old school jazz music was playing in the background. I inched forward slowly.
“Hello?” I said, my voice cracking from my fear. “I'm your new neighbor, Kassia. I heard a loud sound and thought you might need some help.” I waited, but still nothing.
I moved gradually through the hallway passing a staircase. The music was getting louder as I headed towards the kitchen. I could see pure white tiles lining the floor. My eyes were drawn to a deep red liquid, which had etched itself through the tiles’ grout. My breathing became erratic. I suddenly knew what I was looking at. My mind froze but my body kept going. The pool of blood was now getting larger; that’s when a small knocking sound came from behind me. My breath hitched and I turned around. My eyes zeroed in at the front door. If I run now, I could be back home and safe. I picked up my pace, but a small sound came from behind me. Underneath the staircase was a small cabinet, which I hadn’t noticed before. I reached for the handle and opened it.
Evangelene was born and raised in Montreal Canada. She currently lives with her husband who at times drives her nuts. She has been going to Concordia University for over ten years as a Classical Civilization and Linguistic student. The pull to the ancient world was too great for her to let go, so she continues her education so she could feel closer to the world she identifies with. She reads nonstop devouring books like its food, loving the feeling of being lost in a world that another author has created.
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