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Author: Bea Paige
From: London, England
Book Genre: Gritty,Angsty, Dangerous Romance.
Website: http://www.beapaige.co.uk/
Known For: Academy of Stardom, Academy of Misfits, The Brothers Freed, Their Obsession Duet, and Grim & Best Duet.
“To what?”“To give you more time.”“Time?”“To be Kate.”“I don’t understand.”He draws in a deep breath, stepping back away from me. “Yes, you
“To what?”“To give you more time.”“Time?”“To be Kate.”“I don’t understand.”He draws in a deep breath, stepping back away from me. “Yes, you do.”“I don’t.Explain.”“Princess is the girl I’ve been hired to protect. Grim is the woman your father wants you to be, but Kate… She’s the person who has a chance to choose.”..... As I watch him drive away, one thought pops into my head…It’s already too late. I’ve made my choice.I want to be Queen of Tales, and I want Beast too.”-Grim&Beast
“So what’s in that?” I ask, pointing at the metal box on the counter.“Hearts.”“Hearts? What do you mean, hearts?” I ask, looking between him and the metal box. “You’re not suggesting…” My voice trails off when he nods.“They’re for you.”“Me?! Why the hell would I want their hearts, Beast?” I screech, my own heart thumping so hard against my rib cage that I swear he can hear it.“They wronged you so I took their hearts. Just like I promised I would. Though I’m sorry I turned up looking like this,” he apologises, grimacing at the mess he’s making. “Should’ve changefirst.”“Wait, just back up a minute,” I say, holding my hands up as he watches me, a smirk pulling up his lip.Part of me feels sick at the thought of their hearts sitting in a metal box on the goddamn kitchen counter, but another part of me, a much bigger part, is turned on by it. He brought me their hearts. If that’s not something straight out of a Grimms’ fairy tale, I don’t know what is.Beast is the hunter of my story, except instead of cutting out the heart of a virgin, he’s cutting out the hearts of her enemies instead.“Are you honestly moreconcerned about not changing rather than the fact you actually brought me their hearts?”He shrugs. “I’ve got standards.”“But you brought me their hearts, Beast!” I practically shout. “That’s not normal behaviour.”“You were right there when I warned them, Princess. Why is this such a surprise? I told you. I’m a killer,” he says calmly, and in such a way it sounds like he’s trying to discourage me from liking him. The opposite couldn’t be more true. This is probably the most fucked-up, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.”-Grim & Beast
“Princess, what are you doing?” Beast asks me as I climb up onto the stage and exaggerate the sway of my hips as I walk towards the pole. This is the song I’ve been practising my routine to and it’s so perfect for how I’m feeling right now.“What does it look like I’m doing?” I respond sarcastically, refusing to be embarrassed by my outburst. I don’t care that he knows I’m in a constant state of arousal. I don’t care that he knows I’m attracted to him, and angry at him, and grateful for him for being here and trying to have my back even though the whole issue of my dad trying to curb my actions pisses me off.“It looks like you’re about to put on a show,” he says.“You know where the door is, you’re welcome to leave at any time.”He reaches for a chair flipping it around, then straddles it, leaning his arms over the back rest. “You know what? I think I’ll stay,” he says, locking eyes with me.“Suit yourself,” I reply, then step in front of the pole, press my arse against the cold metal and slut drop to the floor, spreading my thighs open wide and flashing Beast my lycra covered p***y.”-Grim&Beast
Right here and now, I let go of the pretence, the barrier I’ve built between us, and for one fucking moment I allow myself to believe I can have her, that there isn’t a fucking ocean between us filled with sharks all wanting to rip us apart. I allow myself to believe that she’s my queen, and I’m whatever she wants me to be. That we’ll be together for the rest of our motherfucking lives.-Beast
Kissing Kate is like the sun coming out after an eclipse, brightening everything, warming my skin, shining a light on the connection we share, the one I’ve been a fool to deny, and it feels good.Fuck, it feels better than good.It feels perfect.She’s fucking perfect.There’s no doubt in my mind that she’s mine, that I’m hers. That we fucking belong together. I don’t give a shit about how that might make me sound.I’m in love.I’m. In. Love.-Beast
“Once again you failed to consider that I had a say in all of this. Me. I don’t need a man to make decisions for me, I need a man who’s willing to stand beside me whilst we find a solution together. You’re just like all the rest.”“Kate, you don’t understand…”“Don’t. Not another word, Beast.”“I did this for us, for you. I fucking love you,” I say, willing her to believe me. Needing her to know, if nothing else, that’s the truth.“Love?” she laughs bitterly.“People like you and me don’t get to love.”Then she points her gun at me and pulls the motherfucking trigger.”-Beast&Grim
“We belong together, you and me,” he murmurs as I struggle internally, wanting to let him in, knowing that I shouldn’t.He lowers his head slowly towards mine, and in the short time it takes for him to lean closer, Grim comes back fighting. I shove at his chest, taking a step back and putting space between us.“I don’t belong to anyone, Beast. I don’t need to be loved by you. I do just fine without that bullshit in my life!” I lie, my chest heaving as we stare at one another.“We both know that isn’t true, because this thing we have, this connection, it ain’t going away. We’re inevitable, you and me…”And he’s right. We are.”-Grim & Beast
“I want you to know that I will protect, honour and obey you until the day I motherfucking die. No man will be a better soldier than me, and no one, no one will love you as fiercely as I do,” he says, hauling me upright and tugging me against his chest. “I love you. I fucking love you so damn much.”My heart swells and a flash of possession strikes my chest as his words echo the feelings in my own heart. Pushing back a little, I capture his gaze with mine. “And just so we’re clear, you’re mine just as much as I am yours, and I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”-Grim &Beast
"For the first time ever, I let the tears fall.Not because I’m weak.Not because I’m a bleeding heart.Not because I’m an emotional woman.But because I’m relieved, and I’m scared.Loving someone should be the best thing to happen to any person, but loving Beast is dangerous. For us both.I know that all too well. "-Grim
“You once told me that you didn’t want a man who wasn’t one thousand percent certain that it was you he wanted. I’m a million percent certain. I always fucking was. I came back for you and I ain’t leaving until you understand that,” I cut in, breathing heavily.“Do you understand?” I repeat.She nods, the look she gives me telling me everything. The barrier she’d put up when I last saw her finally drops and right there in the depths of her gaze is yearning. She wants me as badly as I want her. “Yes, I understand.”........One minute my arms are empty and the next they’re filled with her.With my woman.My. Fucking. Woman.-Beast & Grim
“You own my fucking heart!” I grind out as her scent consumes my senses and I pull her flush against my damp skin, my fucking heart pounding and my dick rock hard against her stomach. “I will do whatever it takes to be by your side. Whatever you fucking need, I’ll do it. I fought those fuckers to show you just how much you belong to me, how much I belong to you.”“Yes,” she hisses, air rushing out of her chest as she reaches for me. “You’ve always been mine. You always will be.”-Beast & Grim
"She matches my passion with her own.We’re teeth and tongue, lips and saliva.We’re frenzied and frantic.Our kiss is messy and fucking hot. It stokes the fire within me to dangerous, billowing heights.This is two years of pent-up sexual tension exploding like an atom bomb between us. This is pain and anguish, heartbreak and hate. This is longing and need, lust and passion.This is love."-Beast
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Tales You Win (Grim & Beast Duet #1) By Bea Paige
Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️5++ stars
🦩“Right here and now,…I allow myself to believe she’s my queen, and I’m whatever she wants me to be…”🦩
OMG what a roller coaster of emotions, Bea Paige has quickly escalated into my favorite authors list, but this book, Grim and Beasts story, has put her in my top two favorite authors, she just crowned herself with this as another queen of dark romance and cliff hanger (hence the two plus signs after the 5-review star).
Grim is everything Beast wants, but can’t have, as her bodyguard he has promised to take care of her, train her and always have her back, but when lines start to blur, and feelings, tension, chemistry are beginning to be part of the equation, it’s the perfect mix for a disaster. As the next in line, Grim needs to prove herself as the Queen of Tales, no matter what or who, she needs to stand her ground to prove the entire world who she really is, but the pull between Beast and her is too strong, and even the promises they made each other can’t repair the broken parts after a betrayal.
I feel broken in the best possible way after the first part of their story, this is one of those books that gives you one of the best book hangovers, and well now I’m just counting the days until Head You Lose is live but, trust me THIS is what you read when you want to get consumed by a story, obsessed by the plot and fall in love with the characters.
💀What to expect: Part of a duet Five years age gap Because of the age of the heroine this is a slow burn Anti-hero in every way but lovable in equal measure One of the best badass females ever Hot banter between the H and the h Chemistry to burn High tension Trigger warning as in maybe too much blood? Amazing plot A cliff hanger that will leave you staring into the oblivion for days until next part is out. Five words: ONE HELL OF A STORY!!
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☠️Book Review ☠️
Tales You Win by Bea Paige
Grim and Beast duet book 1
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Grim and Beasts story is finally here and holy smokes this author didn’t disappoint! I don’t even know where to begin so I’m just going to stick to what this book made me feel and oh man did it make me feel . These two the chemistry is so explosive between them the sexual tension is hot as hell this story is captivating it’s dark and twisted and such a slow burn that’s intense with a ending that left my jaw on the floor ! I’ll be counting down the days till Heads You Lose comes out and hoping this author puts us out of our misery right away with these two having sex because my god the tension is real these two are going to come together and it’s going to be so explosive hot and dirty! This was a fantastic beginning for this couples story and I can’t wait for the epic conclusion! Definitely recommend and definitely gets my five star approval!
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Overall rating 5/5 ⭐️
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Grim…
A nickname given to me by my father, the Ruler of Tales, an East End underground fight club.
Tales you win. Heads you lose.
And the fighters of Tales never lose.
The men my father ruled were his faithful soldiers sworn to protect the club, him, me.
Until one day, his most loyal soldier, Beast, makes a decision that changes my story forever.
But this is no fairy tale and I don’t own a crown.
This is real life. Bloody, violent, and filled with alpha men who use their fists to settle every dispute.
And if the man who calls me Princess thinks he can break my heart and get away with it, he can think again.
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This is Grim and Beast's love story. You may recognise them from Academy of Stardom series.
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“Hurt you,” I finish. “Okay, so we take this one step at a time. I’m not asking for marriage.” I grin, and he laughs. “Just a truce, if we can manage it. I’ll stop pushing you for a reaction, and you can stop trying to choke or kill me…okay, maybe the kill me part. Feel free to choke me any time, it’s pretty hot actually.”-Roxy
"Freedom, family, work, none of it matters. Only them.The Vipers.My Vipers.I’m their girl.And I just ruined that. I refuse to be like Ryder and Kenzo’s parents. I refuse to be the bitch who ruined Garrett. I refuse to be the mother who never loved Diesel. I refuse to repeat the past."-Roxy
"With them next to me, I turn and take in their eyes. “You keep saying you don’t want to be like your father.” I look to Kenzo and Ryder. “Your mother.” I look to Diesel. “Your anger and hate.” I look at Garrett then. “But the question isn’t who you don’t want to be, but who you do want to be. I think you’ve finally decided,” I whisper, tears in my eyes. “And so have I. I want to be yours.”-Roxy
"I am imperfectly perfect. I am a lover and a fighter. I am strong and weak. I can be cruel and a killer, but also kind and a healer. I am all of those things, and loving my weaknesses means I can embrace my strengths and be just whom I want to be."-Roxy
"Slick black hair is pushed back, styled flawlessly, long on top and short on the sides..But his eyes? They are black, cold, and calculating. ... His cheekbones are high and sharp, his jaw chiselled with stubble covering it, only framing his lush, plump lips. He’s tall, around six foot three, and his suit hugs his thick thighs and arms in the most tempting way. He’s just too perfect to look at, like a model."
“It isn’t about the money, it’s about keeping my family safe. Giving Diesel a place where he can be himself, and providing Garrett with a home to retreat to and be protected,” I murmur.“And Kenzo?” she prompts.“He needs a family, people to care for and love.” I shrug.“And you?” she presses with a smile.“Me?” I repeat.“Yes, Ry, you. What do you need?” she inquires.I hesitate, and she smiles wider. “I don’t think you have ever thought about that, have you? Too busy being the best, and giving them everything they ever wanted and needed, that you never thought about what you wanted.”“I want them, my brothers. I want their happiness and safety.” I shrug."-Ryder & Roxy
"I’ve done some evil shit in my life. I’ve stepped on people. I’ve killed them. I’ve destroyed their lives and families and businesses without a blink. My hands are covered in more blood than she could ever imagine. All for them. My family."-Ryder
“No, we took it after my father died. We never wanted his name nor to have any of our success resting on his surname. We took Viper, because when you back a snake into a corner, they are more dangerous than anything. We had all been backed into those corners. By family. By grief. By money. We were all vipers…and now you are too.”-Ryder
"This guy’s facial structure is similar to the first one, but no stubble. He’s clean shaven with a slightly squarer jaw. His hair is longer on top and shaved on the sides, shoved back carelessly. He’s taller than the first and more stacked, not as put together, but hot as hell."
"He hums. “I saw in your eyes, like I said, the same ghosts we carry. Honestly, we needed someone to come here and shake us up. We were just functioning, barely a family anymore. The business and money were taking its toll, and we were all becoming cold—Ryder too serious, Diesel too wild, Garrett too angry and withdrawn…”“And you?”...“Too wandering. I kept going further and further, but you bring me home, Roxy. You bring us all back and remind us why we started this. Love and family,” he whispers."-Roxy & Kenzo
“She wasn’t a bad woman, she loved us deeply. I think Ryder forgets that sometimes. He did pay for this, though, to look after her in death. I come here a lot to speak to her, to feel close to her. To never forget where we come from and the strength of love and bonds,” I whisper into the dark...“She would have loved you, you know?” I grin. I used to find sadness here, but not now. I find it peaceful, my escape. I miss her, I always will, but she wasn’t made for this world. Too soft, too loving, too caring. My father destroyed it all. I will never let Ryder become that. He protects us, and I keep him humble…well, I try."-Kenzo
“Strategy,” he murmurs, looking back at me. “It’s all about strategy and reading people, darling, just like I read you that first day and every day since.”...... When I look back, though, he’s staring at me. “You’re the best bet I ever won, darling,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing my shoulder. “And this is now your empire too.”-Roxy & Kenzo
"His long blond hair is pushed behind pierced ears. Tattoos peek out of the top of his white shirt, which is partially tucked into ripped, faded jeans and black boots. His arms are huge and dotted with tattoos here and there, his skin golden and glistening, but he seems like the type to be covered in grease and dirt. His eyes are a bright blue and locked on me, but there’s something not quite right about them."
"Do you know what monsters fear, Little Bird?”“What?” she whispers shakily.“The bigger monster,” I whisper, licking her lips. “They fear me.” -Diesel & Roxy
“Your surrender,” I growl. “I know there is a wild one inside you, like me, just waiting to be set free. I noticed it in your eyes the first time I saw you. You will do anything to survive, like us. You’re more like us than you can imagine. You see the darkness, and you walk that line, one foot in and one foot out. Put both feet in, Little Bird, this is your world now. Filled with bloodshed and snakes. You want something, then take it. Do whatever the fuck you want, Little Bird, because the rest of the world does.”-Diesel
“Because you really don’t hate us, and you’re looking for reasons not to. There’s one. Yes, I’m a monster, Little Bird. I love people’s pain, I love my job, I enjoy killing people and making them suffer. I love protecting my family, and I do it all for them…and now you.”-Diesel
“Me? You barely know me,” she murmurs.“I know enough. You are one of us now. I will protect you like them, you entered a den of vipers, Little Bird. You choose whether to remain as our prey or shed and become a predator. Choose wisely. Not everyone is invited inside, in fact, no one is. Live or die."-Diesel
"The last one doesn’t speak, just stares at me from dark eyes. I spot his long eyelashes from here, the type girls would be envious of, but that’s the only girly thing about him. He’s massive, his arms are thicker than my whole body, and his white shirt clings to his bulging biceps and veiny forearms, indenting at his pecs and chiselled abs.His jeans are tight, like he can’t find the right size, and his hair is brown with blond streaks, styled casually to the side. Every single inch of him is covered in tattoos, and a black lip ring glistens in the light."
"I grin. “From you?”“It’s an essential, I still hate you,” he snaps, making me laugh.“Don’t worry, I hate you too.” I nod, and he smirks at me for a moment.“Open it,” he demands.I do as I’m told, and a huge grin covers my face. It’s a gun, better than my old shitty one. No, this one is fancy, and carved into the slide are the words “Vipers’ girl.” “There is no ammo in it at the moment.” He coughs.“Didn’t want me to kill you?” I grin. “Accidentally, of course!” I flutter my lashes at him, and he barks out a laugh."-Roxy & Garrett
"Roxy is so alive, so full of laughter, and if I ever tried to give her money, she would throw it in my face. Her hate, her anger matches mine, her scars mirroring my own. She is my world now, and it only shows me how desperate for love I was to not only fuck this woman, but propose."-Garrett
"She worked her way under my armour, under my ruined skin to the fighter, the warped killer beneath, and she loved him and made him love her. She is my reason to breathe now, to fight my demons every goddamn day."-Garrett
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I was reminded of Titanic. When Rose kept calling Jack’s name, but Jack was gone, slipping into the water.At least she knew his name.All I could say was, “Hey.”........“What happened?” He sank to his knees beside me and immediately began examining my leg.“Jack.”He grabbed a spike and pulled it out without warning. “My name’s not Jack. It’s Walker. Walker Kaleb.”-Stasia Graham & Walker Kaleb
“What did you do for a living?” I wondered, my question drifting over the water.It felt like it was a good time to get to know each other.A nervous laugh blew from his lips. He groaned. “I was dreading this part. So far, you’ve been the ideal partner.''Wait, let me guess.” I put my finger to my chin. “Athlete?”“No.”“Doctor?”That made him laugh. “Yeah right. Never even made it out of my first year of college.”“Chef?”“What are you going to do? Name every profession you can think of?”“Bartender?”“No, Stasia. I was a model.” He held my gaze, waiting for me to react.I shrugged. “Makes sense.”His dark brow shot up. “It does?”“Mhm. You’re… very… physically pleasing. At least aesthetically you are.” I was glad the dark hid any signs at all that I may be blushing.“Physically pleasing? Is that your way of saying you think I’m hot?” He grinned, so pleased with himself I could have hurled.-Stasia Graham & Walker Kaleb
Suddenly, Walker tensed. He said something the man didn’t like, and Walker totally gave him the Portuguese equivalent of F-off.“He wants the smoked nutria.”I snorted. “Yeah right. That’s ours,” I informed him.He paused and looked me over, up and down. Then his eyes shot to Walker before he said something I just knew was mean.But Walker laughed.“What’d he say?” I demanded, glaring at the man who gave me a wide, amused smile.“He called you a wild cat.”I gave him the finger.The man laughed and then spoke to Walker.-Stasia Graham & Walker Kaleb
He came forward, urging me back until mine was pressed into the ledge. Both of his hands still cradled my face and head. “Or maybe it’s me. You know what they say happens to you when you find the one?”My eyes threatened to roll into the back of my skull. “What?” I breathed.“It’s the only time your heart and brain are on the same page. Your thalamus and amygdala are trying to get your heart to understand what’s happening, so they’re firing off neurochemicals so fast you can’t breathe right. You can’t see anything but them. Your brain gets flooded with oxytocin and dopamine. They set off a chain of emotions that your heart recognizes as love.”“What’s your point?” I arched in his hold, wondering if that’s what was happening to me.Love.“When I look at you, my brain’s warring with my heart. Do you know how hard it is to look at you all day, Stasia? To want you so much I can’t think about anything else? But to also know that I have to spend all day surviving, just so I can feel this way about you? And do nothing about it?”-Stasia Graham & Walker Kaleb
He let out a pained moan. “What would I introduce you as?”“Your girlfriend?”“Oh. That’s it?” He sounded disappointed.“What else would I be?” I stroked his hair, running my fingers through his thick strands and holding my breath for his answer.“Girlfriend sounds so tame compared to what you are to me. We survived a plane crash together. We fought past hunger and thirst. We’re not a new couple going on coffee dates.” He snorted. “We’re married. I’d introduce her to you as my wife.”I could have orgasmed right there. “Did we get married while I was gone or something?”“When you know, you know.” He pulled back, pressing his forehead to mine. “I know, baby. And so do you.”I felt a tingle of lust settle between my thighs. “I know.”“Pretend there’s a fat diamond on your finger.”I held up my hand and gasped at my imaginary ring. “Walker! It’s so pretty.”He smirked, bringing my hand down to kiss my ring finger. He looked up from under his lashes, steam and want boiling in his eyes. “Will you be my wife, Stasia?”“Walker!” I chastised, pulling my hand free. “Be serious.”“Oh, I’m serious, woman. You’re lucky I’m even giving you an option. Say yes so we can go on our honeymoon.”I laughed breathlessly. “Don’t tell me you’re taking me to the Amazon?”-Stasia Graham & Walker Kaleb
“Yeah?” I took the envelope and tore it open, pulling out two plane tickets.Walker stared at them, his eyes wide.The only plane we’d been on since the wreck was the one that got us out of the jungle. If we couldn’t drive there, we didn’t want to go. We’d seen enough of the world to know where we belonged now.“Thanks,” he muttered, taking one of the tickets. “That’s so nice of you two.”“We figured you wouldn’t mind some time away from the kids in the snow. It’s a resort in the Yukon. All paid for.”Walker and I shared a look. Sure, I’d love to go to a wild, mountainous and sparsely populated territory of Canada. Judging by the concerned look in Walker’s eyes, I knew he was thinking the same thing.The next morning, Walker tucked those plane tickets into the pocket of a stranger walking by. He flashed me an easy grin and picked up Faie’s hand. Her other was attached to mine and Bliss was in my arms.“Some gifts are better unopened.”-Stasia Graham & Walker Kaleb
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His big dog ran up to me, rubbing against my leg, clearly wanting a pet. "What's your dog's name again?" I asked loudly, not sure where Josh was.I heard noises in the kitchen. "Magic."Laughing, I said, "As in Magic Johnson?"Josh came around the corner then. "Of course. Who else?"-Josh & Jess
"The loser has to go full-on crazy Dodgers fanatic."I cringed at those words. "What exactly do you mean?""You know, all the stuff. A wig, face paint.""Face paint?" That sounded like agony.He nodded slowly. "Yep. Face paint. The whole damn face."-Josh & Jess
"So my dad always said there was something magical about seeing a green flash. He saw it twice. And both times something amazing happened very soon after."Josh's eyebrows raised. "Really?""Yep. The first time, he met my mom the very next day.""Wow."-Josh & Jess
"Have you ever seen that movie?" I asked. "The Wedding Planner?""Nope. Never heard of it."Of course he hadn't. I couldn't picture Josh sitting through a rom-com. "So it's a movie about a soon-to-be groom who falls in love with the woman who's planning their wedding."Josh looked at me like I had two heads. "And? Why does that freak you out so much?""Because my fiancé is in New York City planning our upcoming nuptials with the world's hottest wedding planner."-Josh & Jess
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Author: L.J. Shen
From: San Francisco
Book Genre:Contemporary Romance & New Adult
Website: www.authorljshen.com
Known For: Sinners of Saint Series, All Saints High, Boston Belles Series....
****Four HotHoles: (Hot Assholes, as they were dubbed by everyone in Todos Santos.) It was three months before graduation, and they were all
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****Four HotHoles: (Hot Assholes, as they were dubbed by everyone in Todos Santos.) It was three months before graduation, and they were all seniors, a possible excuse for their behavior. Except they’d been this way since the first day."****
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A god, mature adult ,polite and impersonal, The Stalker.
“Jaime looked like the lovechild of Ryan Gosling and Channing Tatum, and I was not making this shit up. (Side note: This would be a great idea for a M/M romance novel. I’d totally read it, anyway.) Sandy-blond hair tied into a low, messy bun, indigo eyes, and the body of a male stripper. Seriously, the kid was so ripped, his guns were the size of f*****g bowling balls. He was a walking, talking cliché of the prom king in a 90s movie. A baller who had every girl’s attention at All Saints High…”-Melody Greene
“You talk back,” he said. “You’re cold and stubborn. Sad and snarky. I like your brand of weird. The whole package.” He drew an imaginary circle with his finger around my face, leaning into me. “But most of all…” he breathed, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of my lips. “I like the chase. You make me sweat somewhere besides a football field. Turns out…that’s the exercise I’ve been looking for.” -Jamie Followhill
“When I heard how you had to drop out of Julliard, I wanted to die for you. I had a feeling teaching wasn’t your calling. I kept thinking about eighteen-year-old you. My age. Your heart broken by bad luck, shattered by an accident that’d left more than a physical scar.” -Jamie Followhill
“Is it true that you’ll always be mine?” He lowers his mouth to my ear, his warm breath tickling my skin.“It’s a truth. And sometimes, when you piss me off, it’s a dare. But it’s my life, and you’re a part of it. Always and forever,” I say.“Always and forever,” he repeats, and I hold on to my anchor, squeezing it—and my real-life anchor—hard. -Jamie Followhill & Melody Greene
“Why the anchor?” she parrots me, grinning as she rubs her thirty-six-week belly, staring at it lovingly as if she can already see our newborn daughter. “Because sometimes, it’s nice to feel like there’s someone who can save you.” -Melody Greene
Baron ‘Vicious’ Spencer
The world’s biggest jerk,perfectly imperfect, flawlessy flawed, cold, rude, Vicious.
“What’s your name?” he demanded. He smelled delicious—a masculine spice of boy-man, sweet sweat, sour hormones, and the faint trace of clean laundry, one of my mama’s many chores.“Emilia.” I cleared my throat and extended my arm. “My friends call me Millie. Y’all can too.”His expression revealed zero emotion. “You’re f*****g done, Emilia.” He drawled my name, mocking my Southern accent and not even acknowledging my hand with a glance. “Wrong f*****g place and wrong f*****g time. Next time I find you anywhere inside my house, bring a body bag because you won’t be leaving alive.” He thundered past me, his muscular arm brushing my shoulder. Emilia Le Blanc & Vicious Spencer
“So if I tell you I want to re-do our senior year in one day…to go ice-skating at Rockefeller Center and let you get to second base like two teenagers…” I erased the gap between us, kissing a sliver of his exposed neck, and his breath stilled. “And go eat at P.J. Clarke’s and move to third base in the bathroom…” I rasped the words against his hot flesh and dragged my eyes up to meet his stormy ones. “And end the day at a Broadway show where I’d do something very inappropriate under your seat”......“You’d say…no?” -Emilia Le Blanc
Can you tell the difference between love and lust. -Black
Lust is when you want the person to make you feel good. Love is when you want to make the other person feel good.-Pink
You were always mine.-Black
“I want to be with you,” she confirmed without hesitation, it just got a whole lot warmer. “I know that they damaged you, and I still want you. I don’t even want to fix you. I just want you as you are. Broken. Misunderstood. Jerk. I want the real version, the dark version, the one who made me the saddest I’ve ever been in my life, but also the happiest.” -Emilia Le Blanc
“I love you.”He grinned like the boy I was once so desperate to impress.“I loved you first,” I teased like the girl who knew deep down he always liked her too. “Not possible.” He kissed me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Then he leaned back. “I loved you since you told me your friends called you Millie. Even then, when I caught you eavesdropping, I knew I wasn’t gonna call you that, because you weren’t going to be my f*****g friend. You were destined to be my wife.” -Emilia Le Blanc & Vicious Spencer
“I changed my mind about babies,” Emilia said through the chatter, leaning into me. “Maybe not right now or in a few years, but down the road, I want it. I think I really want it. What do you say?”I smirked. Emilia LeBlanc of Richmond, Virginia was asking me to put a baby in her.Then I shrugged and leaned back into her. “Don’t worry. I won’t stop trying to impregnate you, even after you get pregnant.”She laughed. “Deal?” I asked. “Deal.”- Emilia Le Blanc & Vicious Spencer
Dean Cole
The airhead, the stoner who enjoyed pranks, party-loving man slut, a joker,fun and crude, Ruckus.
“Make a wish.” His voice was satin wrapping around my neck, squeezing softly. Closing my eyes, I bit my lower lip. Then opened them. Then blew the eyelash, watching it rock back and forth gradually, like a feather.“Don’t you want to know what I wished for?” My voice came out hoarse. He leaned into my body, his lips pressing against my cheek.“Doesn’t matter what you wished for,” he slurred. “What matters is what you need. I have it, Rosie. And one day—we both know—I will give it to you. In spades.”-Dean Cole & Rosie LeBlanc
“What kind of star am I?” My voice came out thick. I was drunk. I was lusty. I was out of my freaking mind. Our arms were glued together and our sweat started to mix, but neither one of us made a move to break the touch.Not even a second passed before he answered, which made me believe he had thought about it before. “You’re Sirius.”“Sirius?”“Yeah.” He shifted on the bench, scrubbing at the non-existent stubble along his square jaw. I tried to ignore the fact that he was looking at me with something more than naked desire, but it was becoming too hard with every passing second.“Contrary to general belief, stars don’t twinkle. There is only one star that sparkles that scientists can agree on. It twinkles so bright, sometimes people mistake it for a UFO. It’s not big, but it stands out. That’s Sirius, and it’s also you. You shine, Baby LeBlanc. So f*****g bright sometimes you’re the only thing I see.” -Dean Cole & Rosie LeBlanc.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I love you so much that I hated you for a while. And now that I know that you are damaged, I love you even more. Perfect things are not relatable. Unbreakable is fascinating, but not lovable. You’re breakable, Dean Cole. I’m going to do my best to keep you whole.” -Rosie LeBlanc
“I love you.” I laugh.“I love you,” he says back.“I love you’s!” Knight bolts into the room, throwing the door open, jumping onto the bed between us, hugging my belly.“We love you.” Dean puts his hand on my stomach, and now we all touch Lev. And what does Lev do? What HotHoles do. Ruin.“God, oh,” I moan.“Yes, baby, I’m a god, but our son is here. This will have to wait.”“No, Dean. My water just broke.”“Oh,” we all say in unison. “God.” -Rosie LeBlanc , Dean Cole, and Knight Cole
Trent Rexroth
The underprivileged mocha-skinned football star, guy who turned heads, The Mute.
“My daughter was beautiful. Her caramel skin and light brown curls made her deep blue eyes shine like a lighthouse. My daughter was beautiful and the world was ugly and I didn’t know how to help her. And it killed me like cancer. Slowly. Surely. Savagely.”-Trent Rexroth
“Everything about her felt ripe. She was alluring, more than just physically. Like an old song with a sweet memory stapled to it. Or like a first. First beer. First joint. First kiss. I knew she was going to haunt me to my grave if I didn’t do something about it—and would do worse to me if I acted on it.” - Trent Rexroth
“Good. I always enjoyed the broken in the fairy tales better. The apple always looked shinier because I knew it could destroy me. The villain was just damaged and misunderstood, and the monster…” I leaned on my tiptoes, biting the tip of his ear, just barely reaching his impossible height. “I always kept the door to my closet a little ajar as a kid to make sure it could come out in case it wanted to play.” -Eddie Van Der Zee
“Tide,” I breathed, sinking my teeth into her lower lip and closing them until I heard the familiar whimper of joy. “You’re such a f*****g tide.” “Seahorse,” she retorted. “I wish.” “You are.” “Maybe,” I said, sounding unsure for the first time in a long time.” - Trent Rexroth& Eddie Van Der Zee
“Yes, but I want to marry you soon.” She brushes her nose against mine.“Why? Thirty-four is not actually that old, Tide. I’m not gonna die on you in a year or two.”She swats my chest and laughs. “I just mean, I want to be Mrs. Rexroth. I want Theodore to be a Rexroth. I’m ready to change our last name to something we’ll both be proud of.”I used to love December, but now I love September. Because it is in September when a seahorse is kissing a tide, creating a gorgeous f*****g wave, and my fiancée places my hand against her stomach. “I think I’m ready for a dynasty.”“I think you’re crazy,” I reply, but not really. She can have it all. And she knows it.“Why not both?” She smiles.” - Eddie Van Der Zee & Trent Rexroth
Roman ‘Bane’ Protsenko
A liar,con,thief,escort, drug dealer,viking, bad apple,The Savior.
“Her body was a patch of fresh snow. White, fair, like the sun shone through her, never quite soaking in. Her skin defied nature, her ass defied my sanity, but it was the words on her back that made my logic rebel.It wasn’t her curves or the way she swayed her hips like a dangling, poisonous apple that warranted my reaction to her.It was that tattoo I had noticed when she swam close to me earlier, the words trickling down the nape of her neck and back in a straight arrow.My Whole Life Has Been Pledged to This Meeting with You.” - Bane Protsenko
In my mind, we didn’t have all that dead space between us, and our voices didn’t echo against the nothingness of the empty night, because I wasn’t so broken and scared. “I want to f*****g save you.” “But—” I started.He cut me off. “They called you a whore. What they did to you is inexcusable. You’re going to be saved, hear me? You’re going to be saved, because the other girl couldn’t be saved.”I didn’t question it.I didn’t doubt it. - Jesse Carter & Bane Protsenko
“I wondered if it was a normal reaction when you loved someone, before realizing that, yes, I was in love with Roman ‘Bane’ Protsenko. All of him. The thief, the con, the whore. He was cracking my heart with every touch, shattering it with every smile, and it didn’t make any sense, because how could he break something that was already broken? Still. I felt his presence in my bones. His newly-shaven face, so promising, so misleading. His mouth was wide, sexy, and pouty. I wished it was hidden by the beard so I could think straight again.”- Jesse Cater
“Look, I didn’t know it’d be this way. I didn’t know being this way was even a f*****g possibility. This feeling shit? I’m new to it, Jesse. But I swear, at no point, before or after I knew you, did I ever mean you any harm. I love you, Jesse. I fell in love with your soul before I even knew who you were. With that Pushkin tattoo, and that defiant stare, and the way you carried yourself like a disobedient goddess who didn’t belong here with all the snotty mortals of the beach. Even as I stand here now, I continue falling, because you’re a part of the only f******g person who resembled a father figure to me, and also a part of the reason I quit doing the toxic shit that reminded me who I was made of. You’re all my good parts wrapped together in a satin bow, Snowflake, and I can’t lose you. Because if I lose you, I stay with all the bad parts. I stay alone.”-Bane Protsenko
“Well, perfect timing.”“Why is that?” I grin.“Because…” She lifts her shirt up. Jesse spent the last two months working on an elaborate tattoo to cover the marks the assholes left on her skin. It’s a huge gladiolus, a flower that symbolizes strength and integrity, its name stemming from the word Gladius, an ancient Roman sword. I blink, ignoring her expectant stare.“Because…?” I probe. She puts Pushkin down, grabs my hand, and flattens it against her lower stomach.“Feel it.”“Feels tough.”“That’s because your baby is growing there.” - Bane Protsenko & Jesse Carter
*Some male models are from book covers*
Overall Rating: ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️
“What would you have asked of me if I took the sea glass?”“To save me all your firsts,” he whispers somewhere between my ear and mouth as his body brushes away from mine.I don’t want to open my eyes and let the moment end. But he makes the choice for both of us. The warmth of his body leaves mine as he takes a step back.I still don’t have the guts to open my mouth and ask for his name.Ten, fifteen, twenty seconds pass.My eyelids flutter open on their own accord as my body begins to sway.He’s gone. -Daria Followhill
Finding out I was assigned to the class my mother taught at All Saints High was the whole reason I ran to him in the first place. It creeps me out that I wouldn’t exist if my parents hadn’t met in this place. And it makes my skin crawl that everyone around me can practically imagine my parents getting it on over Miss Linde’s desk.- Daria Followhill
“When I look in the mirror, I see an orphan. A football player. A student. A grieving brother. A guy whose dream is to attend Notre Dame so he can escape the shithole that’s his life and break the poverty cycle. I know who I am. But who are you? Tell me what you see, Daria.” His breath fans across my hair. “Help me get into this beautiful, awful head of yours.”-Penn Scully
“She said only true love would get rid of the curse. And it will have to be requited. And real. And for life. Most of all, she said it couldn’t be just any girl. It needed to be a girl who can become a Scully, like us. But I was five, and dumb, and on pain meds, so what I heard was Skull Eyes. So I laughed and laughed and f*****g laughed some more until she hit me with a broomstick. But wanna know what the weird thing is?”Daria nods.“When I saw you all broken and upset and finally mustered up the courage to talk to you, there really were skulls in your eyes. Like white marbles, bang, in the middle of your pupils.”Daria takes my hand and presses her lips to my palm. My heart quickens.“Every time you called me that, you really called me the love of your life?” she asks quietly. I smile.“Now she is following. Where have you been this semester, Skull Eyes?” -Penn Scully
“Had it in my pocket last year. Have it in my pocket now. I can’t afford a diamond just yet, so it has a…”“Orange sea glass instead,” I finish for him, my heart rioting in my chest. He grins.“Please, for the love of G…Marx, put me out of my f*****g misery and tell me you’ll be my wife. I’m not asking you to make the commitment this year. Or next year. Or maybe not even the next one. I’m asking you to make the commitment to make the commitment, and yes, I know how Dr. Phil that sounds.”I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him so hard I think our lips might fall off. He lifts me off the ground and into the air, kissing my cheeks, my nose, my forehead, then finally, my chin.“Shiiiiit,” he hisses. “You’re still not giving me words, Skull Eyes.”His shirts are so perfectly whole these days. Mine, too.“Yes, Penn Scully. It would be an honor to be your wife.”-Penn Scully & Daria Followhill
“Luna put my hand on her heart.I rolled my eyes, embarrassed. “I know. You’re here for me.”She shook her head and squeezed my hand harder. The intensity of her gaze freaked me out. “Always. Whenever. Forever,” she signed....... Luna pointed at the sun in front of us.“Sunset?” I sighed.She frowned.“Beach?”She shook her head, rolling her eyes.“The sun will rise again tomorrow,”she signed.”-Knight Cole & Luna Rexroth
“He repeated my promise to him all those years ago, his voice dripping disdain. I opened my arms for a hug, and he stepped into it, melting into my body. We molded, like two distinct colors mixed together into something unique and true—a shade only we could paint with.Knight buried his face in my hair, and I squeezed my eyes shut, imagining him doing it with someone else. Despite the chill, my blood ran hotter.Mine.I wasn’t only thinking it. My lips moved, shaping the word. I could almost hear the word. I tightened my hold on him.“Ride or die,” he whispered into the shell of my ear.I knew he meant his promise.I also knew how unfair it was, because I didn’t know if I could save him if I had to.” - Luna Rexroth
“One night, when the moon was full and peering in at us through my window, my Knight kissed the sensitive skin beneath my ear.“Moonshine,” he whispered. “You fill up the empty, dark space—like the moon owns the sky. It is quiet. It is bright. It doesn’t need to be a ball of flame to be noticed. It simply exists. It forever glows.”He’d called me Moonshine every single day since.I called him nothing, because I didn’t speak.Maybe that’s how he knew, all those years later, that I’d lied—by omission. He wasn’t nothing. He was my everything.”-Luna Rexroth & Knight Cole
“Knight: What’s your second question?Luna: You said what we did should answer my question. I don’t think it did. What are we, Knight?This time, he did look up, his gaze holding mine. He opened his mouth, not whispering the words, but uttering them, loud and clear.“We’re everything.”- Knight Cole & Luna Rexroth
“Our decision to have a kid wasn’t made lightly. It was just that even as we ticked all the boxes a happy couple our age should aim for—engagement, a house, a big, black Lab called Johnny, and an ugly, rat-looking white Husky called Rotten—something was amiss. That something was Mom, of course, and not just the lack of her presence, but lack of the notion that there was someone to take care of. To fight for. To be there with.The thing about Luna and me is we’re caregivers by nature. I’m so used to taking care of her and Mom, and she’s so used to trying to save the rest of the world, me included, that we needed someone to give all our extra love to.” - Knight Cole
“Such a good, proper, boring girl.”“You’re ugly.” I shrugged. He wasn’t, really. But I wanted him to be.“Ugly or not, I could still kiss you if I wanted to, and you’d let me.”I choked on the rich cocoa in my mouth, my book dropping to the ground and closing without a bookmark. Shoot.“Why would you ever think that?” I’d turned to him, scandalized.He’d leaned close, one flat chest to another. He’d smelled of something foreign and dangerous and wild. Of golden California beaches, maybe.“Because my dad told me good girls like bad boys, and I’m bad. Really bad.”And now, here we were. Facing off again. He was, tragically, nowhere near ugly, and he seemed to be contemplating what to do with our newly shared secret.“Kill you? Hurt you? Scare you off?” he pondered, exuding ruthless power.My throat worked around a lump that refused to wash down.“What should I do with you, Good Girl?”- Vaughn Spencer & Lenora Astalis
"He captured my wrist in his hand, squeezing lightly to make me look at him. I did.“I don’t want to like you, Lenora. I want to ruin you.”“Then do it already!” I broke free from his hold and threw my hands in the air, exasperated. “Why don’t you put me out of my misery and just finish the f*****g job if you’re so high and mighty?”-Lenora Astalis & Vaughn Spencer
"He groaned, a human sound from a man much more than a human. “You were never Good Girl because you are good. You’re Good Girl because you’re too good for me, and we’d both be wise to remember that.”-Vaughn Spencer
"He took a step toward me. The never-ending tango of Vaughn Spencer and Lenora Astalis. He cupped my cheek, and I didn’t know why, but it felt a lot like a breakup.“If we keep this going, and something happens, goodbye would be too much to take. I already want to rip the world apart when someone else touches you.”“Every painful goodbye starts with a wonderful hello.” I smiled sadly, leaning into his palm, feeling my eyes bright and vivid with unshed tears.His chest caved, and he took a ragged breath, jerking me to his body. “I don’t know what to do with wonderful things. I always stayed away from them. You kill me, Astalis.”-Vaughn Spencer & Lenora Astalis
“You saw what I wanted you to see. I think I always had this idea that you should be my savior, but naturally, the stubborn ass that I am, I didn’t understand it. Now I do. I want you to save me today, and tomorrow, and in a month, and in a year, and in a decade. Save me. Give me your best and your worst and everything in between. I’ve always watched my dad loving my mom and thought he was stuck in a state of insanity. But he wasn’t. Turns out, love really can be that fucking intense.”-Vaughn Spencer
*Male models are from the book covers*
Overall Rating: ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️
books I’ve read in 2022 📖 no. 022
Echoes and Empires by Morgan Rhodes
“I wore red on the night I slammed headfirst into my destiny.”
books I’ve read in 2021 📖 no. 166
All Of Us Villains by Amanda Foody and Christine Lynn Herman
“The only thing worse than making another champion your enemy is making them a friend.”
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The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch
“You’re one-third bad intentions, one-third pure avarice, and one-eighth sawdust. What’s left, I’ll credit, must be brains.”
Author: A.M. Hargrove
Book Genre: Romance
Website:https://amhargrove.com/
Known For: The West Brothers Series, Cruel & Beautiful Series, For The Love Of...
“Well, kiddo, looks like you got yourself a kid,” my father grumbles.Mom chuckles and says, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a granddaughter.
“Mom nodded. “I agree too. English, everything happens for a reason and one day you’ll understand why this did. But promise me something?”“W
“Well, kiddo, looks like you got yourself a kid,” my father grumbles.Mom chuckles and says, “Looks like you’ve got yourself a granddaughter.”...... Dad ruffles some papers around, and he finally says, “Hmm. Says here it’s English. English Beckley Bridges.”“English.” What the hell am I gonna do with a baby?Suddenly, a loud sounding prrrft escapes as I feel the vibrations on my hand. The room fills with a noxious odor.- Beck Bridges
English holds my new masterpiece as all three of us walk to the door.“Thank you for the invitation for dinner, English, Mr. Bridges. It was delicious.”“Don’t you think it’s time you call me Beck?” he asks. I find this a bit odd, because he could’ve mentioned this earlier, but didn’t.Not knowing how to respond, I just hold out my hand. “Beck, thank you. And call me Sheridan.”“I was planning on it.”-Sheridan Monroe & Beck Bridges
“Come on, Cookie. Let’s get some candy.”“Cookie?” Where the heck did that come from?“Hmm. I can’t stop thinking about those cookies you made for us.” He holds my elbow as we walk. It doesn’t go unnoticed that others watch us.We arrive at one of the candy stations, and he asks, “What’s your poison? Snickers or Kisses?”“Kisses, of course,” I say it so nonchalantly, I almost miss the way his eyes land on me. Almost. But when I see how he’s looking at me, I can’t stop the shiver that runs down me. Or the heat that fires through my veins. Why does he have to be so hot? And why does he have to be so damn weird? Quickly, I add, “If there had been Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, my choice would’ve been different.”-Beck Bridges & Sheridan Monroe
Holding out my hand, I start with my index finger. “You already know I don’t even like you.”“Yes, you do. You just don’t want to admit it.”Damn, he’s cocky. I’m sexually attracted to him. So much that I’d crawl across this table and bite his lip if I could. But never in a million years will I let that cat out of the bag. Using my second and third fingers, I say, “You’re wrong, but I do love your daughter. -Sheridan Monroe & Beck Bridges
“You pulled the nice and kindness out of me. It was something I didn’t know I had until you. You made me want to have your back in every way, made me want to protect you at all costs, and you showed me what loving another person truly means. Because I fell head over heels in love with you when I wasn’t looking, when I least expected it. I used to think English was the best thing that ever happened to me, but she wasn’t. You are. I had to love English. It was the natural thing to do, and I didn’t have a choice. But with you, my heart opened, and you filled it with so much love. I know without you I would be less than half a man.”-Beck Bridges
Overall Rating: ⭐ ⭐⭐ ⭐ ⭐
“Mom nodded. “I agree too. English, everything happens for a reason and one day you’ll understand why this did. But promise me something?”“What, Mom?”“Please don’t give this baby a Star Wars name.”Finally, something brought a grin to my troubled face. I’d insisted all my siblings have Star Wars names or nicknames. Hence, my brother—Beckley Bridges, named after my father—was called BB2. I had twin siblings named Finn and Rey, but AM—for Anna Monroe—was lucky enough to have escaped that nomenclature.“Hmm. Pretty sure I’m past that.”Mom held her hands in a prayer pose, looked up at the ceiling and said, “Thank you, Lord.”-English & Sheridan Bridges
“What if I told you I was head over heels for you?”“You think I’d fall for that? Too late.”“Then what about this?” He moved into my space, crowding me, and before I could back away, I was in his arms as he kissed me. Seemingly, every emotion he owned was poured into that kiss as flames licked my belly and ignited my blood. My body pressed against his from head to toe as he consumed me. I fought, fought hard not to respond, but it was an epic failure. It was trying to pretend like I hated ice cream, which simply wasn’t possible. When he released me, I had to find my footing since my legs were now spaghetti. Not only that, I panted like a fucking cat in heat. Why couldn’t I control myself around him?“Deny it if you will, but it would be a lie. You’re into me as much as I am you. And I am going to make it my life’s mission to make you see how much.”- Tristian Baines &English Bridges
“What if I said I wanted you to take the lead?” Being in charge might not be the best idea. But then again…“Not a chance, Curly Q.”“Curly Q?”“Love your curls..... He stood as I gasped. Then he reached for me and lifted me up. “Where to, Curly Q?”“So you’re a poet now?”He waggled his brows and I chortled.“You’re beautiful when you laugh.”“Only when I laugh?”“Begging for compliments?” He was standing, still holding me.“No, but it would be extremely difficult to laugh all the time.”-English Bridges & Tristian Baines
“What will you celebrate?”“You being my wife. When we talked about this”—she opened her mouth to speak, but I held up a hand—“I wasn’t fully invested in us. My heart wasn’t there and I didn’t think I’d fall this hard, but being away from you in Vietnam told me just how wrong I was. Then that blasted accident brought everything into focus for me. You’re the one, English, the one I don’t ever want to live without. You don’t have to say anything back. I’ll accept you as is. I just wanted you to know where I stand.”She cupped my face in her warm hands and said, “I love you too, Tristian. I didn’t imagine anyone could be so kind to not only me, but to Easton as well. I always knew we were a package deal, but I never saw anyone loving us both as much as you do. It shines from you.”-Tristian Baines &English Bridges
Overall Rating: ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Author: Stephen King
From: Maine
Book Genre: Horror, Supernatural, Supense, Crime, Science-Fiction, and Fantasy
Website: https://stephenking.com , Twitter, YouTube.
Known For: The Shining, The Body (Stand by Me), IT ,Misery,Carrie, Pet Sematary.
Overall Rating book/film: ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
