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That was the deal. Every year, Livvy Kane and Nicholas Chandler would share one perfect night of illicit pleasure. The forbidden hours let them forget the tragedy that haunted their pasts—and the last names that made them enemies.
Until the night she didn’t show up.
Now Nicholas has an empire to run. He doesn’t have time for distractions and Livvy’s sudden reappearance in town is a major distraction. She’s the one woman he shouldn’t want . . . so why can’t he forget how right she feels in his bed?
Livvy didn’t come home for Nicholas, but fate seems determined to remind her of his presence—and their past. Although the passion between them might have once run hot and deep, not even love can overcome the scandal that divided their families.
Being together might be against all the rules . . . but being apart is impossible.
371 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published July 25, 2017
“Ten years is long enough for me to be hung up on a man who hates to want me. Who I can’t seem to hate enough to stop wanting.”
“Love rarely conquered all, the true villains almost always went unpunished, and happily ever afters? Ha. Sometimes all you could hope for were secret stolen moments with one messy, royally bad girl.”
“How can I be with anyone else when I spend three hundred and sixty-four days waiting for you to draw me a map?”
“The world was unkind to women. It was devastating to women who didn’t believe in themselves.”
“I read this article once that said the quickest way to get a dude to stop hitting on you was to say that you’re with another guy, because men respect other men more than they respect a woman saying no.”
One night. No one will know.However, this year she doesn't text him, leaving Nicholas devastated.
Don’t bother coming if you’re with someone.
In terms of pure pleasure and relief, he imagined the feeling he got when he received a text from Livvy was similar to what an addict felt when they got a hit of whatever drug they craved.The second chapter depicts their first encounter from Livvy's PoV and it's equally devastating.
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He was not unaware of the parallels between his sugar addiction and his Livvy addiction [...]
Nicholas shook his head, hating the uncharacteristically flowery thoughts that had invaded his brain. Today’s not a day for hedonism. Which was why he could not go inside.
He could not go inside, he repeated, as he snatched his keys and got out of the car.
He could not go inside, he told himself, as he mounted the steps to the brick building.
He could not—
The bell above the door to the establishment jingled cheerfully as it opened. He stepped inside and closed the door firmly but quietly behind him, the bell cutting off.
There was nothing to discuss here, nothing that would help them move forward. Only a repetitive cycle of pain and desire she had resolved to break this year.So, no, it's not only lust that drives them. It's a craving that can't be satisfied. And there are only a handful of books I can think of where this kind of addiction was as vividly and palpably put into words as it was here. Livvy and Nicholas may have tried to move on over the past ten years but nothing compared to what they had and still have, even if it's only sex; or, in Livvy's words: "if only [to] get the physical crumbs of his affection".
No physical abuse. [...] The man preferred to use words and leverage and silences as his weapons of choice. They left no marks. Not obvious ones at least.But despite the problems, they are still family, and Nicholas and Livvy try desperately to balance things out, always aware that the families tore them apart in the first place.
“You did. Then you kissed me. Paul [her deceased brother] flicked water at us.” His smile subsided. “How was that us?”I think I can safely say that many people will know how bittersweet reminiscing can be. Instead of being forced into the heads of teenagers, I felt their giddiness, the wonder of first love and the heartbreak with the resignation of two hurt souls.
“I’m scared.”That's all I need to know. These two will fight for each other because, despite their fears, they've found their way back. You don't let go of something you lost once and broke you the first time around.
“So am I. Let’s be scared together.”
Ten years is long enough for me to be hung up on a man who hates to want me. Who I can’t seem to hate enough to stop wanting.
When shit goes down, storybook princes are unreliable. I need a man who's going to stand by my side in the cold light of day
You were hurt. It’s not a weakness to love someone like that. It’s not a weakness to be in pain when that love is ripped away from you.
You can be strong and have moments of incredible despair, when everything feels like it’s collapsing in on you, and yes, when you feel like you want to die. Those moments are not weaknesses. They are simply moments. And they are not you
Society tells women that they have to be responsible for the emotional health of their relationships and then tells them they're weak for feeling emotions. What kind of message is that?
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“You can be strong and have moments of incredible despair, when everything feels like it’s collapsing in on you, and yes, when you feel like you want to die. Those moments are not weaknesses. They are simply moments. And they are not you.”
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“Everywhere. That's the problem. I want you everywhere, and I always will.”
i only liked one scene from this book, when livvy tattooed a woman body on nic's arm :
'Nicholas ran his fingers over the curves of her breasts, along the delicate arch of her back, down her crossed legs.
Then he reminded himself he was fondling a fucking doodle on his arm.
He snatched his hand away, grateful the other occupants in the boardroom were too busy arguing to notice him stroking his shirtsleeve. Over the past three days, he’d picked up a washcloth no less than a dozen times, determined to eradicate the ridiculous naked fairy Livvy had drawn on him.
Instead, he’d done his best to preserve the fading drawing. Last night, he’d even found himself absentmindedly tracing it as he closed his eyes and pretended he was back in that chair, calm as she ran her small hands over him.'
other than that, not really