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“Christ, we’ve only been here for five minutes. It’s like being stuck in the TARDIS. Time has lost all meaning.” He turned away to ditch his cocktail glass, thus missing Lainie’s gobsmacked expression. A Doctor Who reference from her second-least-favourite person? Wonders never ceased. How potent were these drinks?

Looking forward to an entertaining read !!!

5 Fantabulous Stars!!! Congratulations to Ani Keating on her debut novel; in this reader's opinion she had penned perfection on these pages....her writing style is exquisite ...I eagerly look forward with great anticipation to the next novel in this Series.

“Elisa, go. Leave. Be happy. Even if illegal, you’ll lack for nothing. Just go. Go.” “I’m not going anywhere. I love you.” “You have to. Leave me because I can’t leave you. I can’t, Elisa. I can’t do it. End this. End me—” I cover his mouth with my hand. “Don’t ever say that. You’re the best—the reason I’m me again.”

“I want to take you out to concerts. Fall asleep with my nose in your hair.” He runs his fingers through my tangles. “Kiss you in broad daylight in the middle of the Rose Garden, not caring who is around us.” All the things he cannot have. He tips my face up so I can look at him. “I want to be your new home.”...this novel is so beautifully written;I am ensnared by its words...Perfection!!!!

His jaw flexes. “I’ll destroy anything and anyone that may hurt you, Elisa. Including myself. On that point, I will not negotiate.”

I get lost in his lips, kissing him hard like the kiss might morph into more nights here, more of my dresses blending with his suits. When my breathing becomes so loud that even Cora in the kitchen can hear it, he chuckles and frees my lips.

“From the moment you fell asleep in my arms on our first night, I’ve been trying to deserve you. Or if not deserve you, at least deserve the thought of you.” The words gush from his mouth.

“I should stop you, but I won’t. Because every day, every hour—awake or asleep —since I saw your first painting, you have haunted me.” His voice is on a tight leash, and the fire in his eyes rages brighter. One of his hands leaves my face and splays at the small of my back. He presses me against his body. Hardened, coiled. For me. He brings his mouth to my ear. “I think it’s time I haunt you back.”

“Let the time stand still, Elisa.”

Why would he need a bodyguard on a college campus? Oh, right, because the all-women dorm might kidnap him, tie him to a chair in the basement and ogle him shamelessly 24/7. Much like I am right now. I try to focus anywhere else. Hydrogen, 1.008. Helium, 4.003— Isa...lol!!!!

There is something endless about his eyes—like you enter through them and perhaps never come out. For a moment, I panic that he can see a similarity between me and the woman in the painting. That he knows it’s me.

I need to leave, but suddenly I want to hear his voice again. It’s cold and cutting, as if every word is intended to crack a canyon between him and the world. But it’s also hypnotic. Like you would do anything it bid you to do.

3.5 Stars....

“I know nothing. Not one damn thing. I thought… I thought you were mine because I’ve never fucking stopped being yours.”-Jacob....

I was always hers. Always. Her face… Her eyes… Her body… I remembered it all, and I hadn’t even looked up to see her. I didn’t have to. She was engrained in my mind. In my heart. In my soul.

Jacob Foster. The thought of him alone made my belly flutter. He was the oldest, already seventeen, but I didn’t care… he was my lobster. I loved him.....

3.5 Stars

"I've wanted you since the moment I saw you. But now, I want you more than anything ever before. I can't wait to be inside you. To feel you wrapped around me,"

"I want you to stay. I want to be with you. I want you in my bed. I want to spend the rest of this night attending to your every desire. Let me take care of you, Quinn. Stay."

I felt it happening. I was falling for him in slow motion—with a whisper, on a ghost of a touch, in a fragment of time. It was as if we existed only in that moment as the camera flashed. There was a good chance that what felt right tonight would break me tomorrow. I knew it, but I moved forward anyway.

I walked into the room preoccupied and lost in my own thoughts. The instant squeals and cat calls put an abrupt end to that. Holy shit. This room was wall to wall women clutching their book bags and fanning their vaginas. The decibels ringing in my ear were enough to leave me with tunnel hearing for the next week- Keaton......Omg!!! *laughs*

there was something comforting about the clouds and the rain; the way they hung around you like a blanket or washed away every worry. It invited you to cozy up, reflect, and lose yourself in a story. It was my happy place.....This is exactly how I am feeling on this rainy and cold evening

Not everyone is cut out to jump off the cliff. Someone has to stay behind and call 911 when something goes terribly wrong. That person is me.... Interesting start

“I’m not good enough for you, Fe. But…” he shrugged, giving me his crooked smile, “no else one is either. So I might as well take you for my own. Marry me.”

Gentoo penguins mate for life. Whereas Adélie penguins prostitute themselves for rocks. I’d like to be your Gentoo penguin. -Greg P.S. Unless you’re open to a rock arrangement. If so, please find my first down payment enclosed.....I heart Greg

Greg placed a soft kiss on the inside of my palm, saying, “We have forever, Darling. No need to climb the walls.”

“Don’t let me in,” he said, his voice back to its emotionless baseline. “I might ravish you or force you into a hasty, unsuitable marriage.”.....Lol!!!! Greg is certainly endearing...;))

He was awful. He was irreverent and offensive and abrasive, and, for some strange reason which should have alarmed me, I found him completely enchanting. Perhaps the shock value appealed to me.....Omg!!! This is so my type...lol!!!

“Okay. I’ll stop being well reasoned.” “Good. Be a fruitcake.” “No one likes fruitcakes.” “I do.” “You’re the only one.” “I should be enough,” he said....;)