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390 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 14, 2014
I was lost. I was found.
I, James Cavendish, unrepentant dominant, sexual deviant, and prolific slut for more years than I cared to count, was in love.
I’d taken her virgin body, but just as surely, she’d taken my virgin heart.
We are fundamentally connected. We met when we were broken seeds, when we were still being formed into something. We had to grow together to survive. Some part of us will always be like that, connected, growing together. We're different flowers, but we were nurtured from the same damaged root.Overall, this was a good read for me. I liked that it was all from the male pov. I will warn potential readers that the ‘story’ ends at 66%. After that it’s mostly teasers for Lilley’s upcoming books and cut out scenes. The book was written in a way that it jumped around quite a bit. From person to person, past to present. I didn’t find it hard to follow, just a bit odd. James is amazing, Stephan is amazing, and I loved the little snippets of Tristan that were thrown in! Personally, I’m glad I read it. I recommend it to fans of this series that are interested in being in our Mr. Beautiful and Stephan’s heads!
I was lost. I was found.
I, James Cavendish, unrepentant dominant, sexual deviant, and prolific slut for more years that I cared to count, was in love.
I’d taken her virgin body, but just as surely, she’d taken my virgin heart.
True love was a language, so many looks, touches and one word references that told the other more than full sentences of paragraphs, more than full outpourings of speech.
Our language was extensive and beautiful, and over a joyful lifetime together, we stayed fluent in it.
A love like that makes you better, even if you lose it all, even if it was for one precious moment in your life, you can’t be sorry that you had it. Trust me on this.
“We are fundamentally connected. We met when we were broken seeds, when we were still being formed into something. We had to grow together to survive. Some part of us will always be like that, connected, growing together. We're different flowers, but we were nurtured from the same damaged root.”
The real romance in life didn’t come in that first sweet taste of love, as profound and life changing as it was. There was love then, yes. Obsession, passion, infatuation. All of that and more.
But the true romance came from the slow lapse of time, the inexorable passing of days, weeks, months, years decades.
I’d hold onto her with the last breath in my body.