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343 pages, Unknown Binding
First published August 31, 2015

Thick love is best. Thick love is...it's when you KNOW."
"It's when you know what?"
"It's when you know you've found the one that can pick up the pieces when you let your heart get broken.

In front of him, hidden behind that mask, the music, the sensation conjured by the dance, the rhythm of that melody ripped away my reason. It was an echo of who I was, one that I'd never let anyone see but who nevertheless lurked below my carefully controlled exterior.

She had some kind of effect on me that I didn't understand. When I was near her, close to her, I forgot that she wasn't my type. I forgot that I didn't want her. I forgot that I didn't deserve her.

With every note, Ransom poured whatever he kept to himself, all the things he would not say to the world into each strum.

What's the difference between past and present? It isn't just time. It isn't that memory haunts, that it can cripple. It's the WAY we remember that marks the change.

I'm not the bad boy who needs saving, Aly."
"Non, cheri...
You're a good man who needs to forgive himself."

What you do to my body, to the noise in my head, it makes me feel again. I can't NOT feel what you do to me."

He made music with his body, demanding I surrender. He kissed me like someone who always reached for something to hold onto and only ever got something that made him spin further out of control.
It's okay to let someone love you."
"I don't deserve it."
"I'm still gonna love you anyway."


"Thin love ain't love at all.
Thick love is best. Thick love is... it's when you know. It's when you know you've found the one that can pick up the pieces when you let your heart get broken."

"What you do to my body, to the noise in my head, it makes me feel again. I can't not feel what you do to me. I didn't want to feel, not ever again."And no matter how hard Ransom tries to fight this attraction, no matter how much he thinks he isn't worthy of love or happiness again, no matter how strongly he convinces himself that he doesn't deserve Aly...
"And now?"
"Now I can't stop myself. I don't want to."

What lived in my heart for Aly was a hurricane that tore away everything in its path. It ripped apart what remained of who I was...
He'd played that guitar like it was a lover he'd forgotten he could touch.
I watched when you weren't looking. I waited, but I didn't pine for you.
"I...I love you, but I'm starting to realize that when you love someone, really love them, sometimes you have to walk away. Especially when they are destroying themselves. Sometimes that means you have to love yourself more.
With every note, Ransom poured whatever he kept to himself, all the things he would not say to the world into each strum.
"Thick love is best. Thick love is...it's when you know." (...) "It's when you know you've found the one that can pick up the pieces when you let your heart get broken."
“Ransom, you can’t live like this.”
“Who the hell said I’m living?”

Like a small boat on the ocean
Sending big waves into motion
Like how a single word
Can make a heart open
I might only have one match
But I can make an explosion
This is my fight song
Take back my life song
Prove I'm alright song
My power's turned on
Starting right now I'll be strong
I'll play my fight song
And I don't really care if nobody else believes
Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me
Now I've still got a lot of fight left in me......

And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
When sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive
“I…I love you, but I’m starting to realize that when you love someone, really love them, sometimes you have to walk away. Especially when they are destroying themselves. Sometimes that means you have to love yourself more.”






"In front of him, hidden behind that mask, the music, the sensation conjured by the dance, the rhythm of that melody ripped away my reason. It was an echo of who I was, one that I'd never let anyone see but who nevertheless lurked below my carefully controlled exterior.



















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You are heartache …


The shame and guilt replaced that rage and I took it down within myself, feeling every prickle, every inch of hurt I deserved.



I had to squeeze my eyes tight, force out that first time, all the times after that one. And then the same shame came back, the guilt and the odd voice in my head, the one that sounded so familiar, so bitter, haunting me like it always did.

The rhythm of that melody ripped away my reason. It was an echo of who I was, one that I’d never let anyone see but who nevertheless lurked below my carefully controlled exterior.

From the moment I had met him that morning, I hadn’t been able to stop marveling at beautiful massive Ransom. No, he wasn’t mine, but I kind of wished he was.
The pain in his eyes drew me in. There was nothing I could say that would make his hurt lessen. There was nothing that would take him from the lingering sorrow he’d created for himself.

The phantom voice was finally silent, quieted by the image of this beautiful woman gyrating on me, and my body stopped listening to the protests of that scared, lost kid I’d once been. The one I’d let control me for too damn long.


He made music with his body, demanding that I surrender. He kissed me like someone who always reached for something to hold onto and only got something that made him spin further out of control.


What lived in my heart for Aly was a hurricane that tore away everything in its path.
Thick Love is… it’s when you know.















I knew my love was so thick, that what I felt for her then was something I didn't just want, but something I needed. Even when I pushed her away, even when I was so scared of what she did to me, even when I spent years laying in bed at night wondering if that feeling would ever go away, I knew no one would give me that. There was only ever her. NO one does love like Keira.But of course I didn't need to worry, and I realized really quick once I started reading that while the epic couple were still around, they were not going to overshadow Ransom and Aly. Instead we still got to see the loving and supportive and playful side of the parents, while focusing on the coming of age of the son. Unfortunately, not long after the big wedding in My Beloved, something tragic happens in Ransom's life and he has been wandering through life, lost, ever since.
"Ransom, you can't live like this." "Who the hell said I'm living?"Ransom's back story is heartbreaking. You don't find out exactly what happened right away, so to avoid spoilers, I'm not going to discuss it here. But Eden does such a good job at character development, that you feel the heartache and love right along with the characters. The level of detail and inner monologue really let you get to know the players on a deeper level, and I absolutely love that when I'm reading. So I went on this roller coaster ride along with Ransom and Aly, and I still haven't come down from the ride.
Love was louder than logic.I enjoyed riding along for this epic story with Ransom and Aly. It's a heavy tale of love, loss, friendship and family. And my smutty little heart wouldn't be happy without the sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. Those dancing scenes were the sizzle that kept me on edge until our couple smoked up my kindle screen.
Your mouth makes me think the worst... best... filthy things.There was also some character crossover in this book from Shadows and Lies. So if you have started that series, you will probably remember Timber, Missy and Summerland's Burlesque Review. As always, I love these stories set in New Orleans and Eden always make me feel like I could see one of these characters walking down the street here.
That’s the beauty of fiction – it makes jumping to the future possible.

