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He likes whiskey and wild women
She likes Ben & Jerry’s
He’s about to get kicked out of his own band
She ate her way off the Miss America pageant circuit
What could these two possibly have in common?
A lot of unresolved issues
A whole bunch of shared lifetimes
And a love that is never-ending
As bad boy rocker, Jesse Winslow, and former pageant queen, Kylie Martin, each fight the demons screwing up their lives, the one person who holds the key to healing their ills and reuniting two souls that have searched for one another, lifetime after lifetime, is the only one who knows the whole truth.
And keeping that truth from them may just be in preeminent psychiatrist Dr. Claire Stoddard’s best interests.
Claire has committed the ultimate sin in the medical world. She’s fallen for the one man she’s forbidden to love.
Her patient, Jesse Winslow.
And she’s not about to lose him to Kylie Martin... Again.
So, I slept on it and I am still not sure what I want to say about this book.
It was so good, and it felt different than other books I have read, if that makes any sense.
Jesse and Kylie exist in a romance genre novel, so there are certain expectations of what will happen, and how it will happen, and how it will end. And, this book, well, it took those expectations and it shook them up a little.
Don't get me wrong, this is absolutely still a romance, and it is one that you will read and enjoy...but it feels different. In all romance, I think, there is a certain willing suspension of disbelief. It allows you to engage with the characters even if you don't 100% believe that the things happening would happen in real life. Because, romance is, well, romantic. And, the fights on the way to the grocery store about what you are going to have for dinner, well, that is reality but not romance.
In this book, you get some of the reality and some of the romance. As it is in the blurb, it is not a spoiler to say that you also get the romance through more than one lifetime, you see them in years past and in a bunch of other scenarios. This is, I think, one of the parts of the book that makes it feel so different.
The writing is strong and the characters are interesting. Is this a totally conventional romance? No, it isn't...but it works and I enjoyed it.
I recommend this title.
This time he didn’t text. He just called, waking her at two-fifteen a.m. “Bare-ly dressed again tonight?” Her laugh, filled with sleep was gruff. “Barely dressed every night.” “What exactly do you have on?” “A pink tank top and pink silk bikini.” “Take them off,” he ordered. “Excuse me,” there was an element of surprise in Kylie’s voice. “You heard me. Take them off. Now.” Just hearing rustling on the other end of the line, he could feel his cock stiffen and it felt damn good after all this time. Baby, I’m back, he thought. “We’re having phone sex? But, Jesse, we haven’t even kissed yet,” her protest was weak. And even she knew it. “Yes, we’re having phone sex, and when I get back to New York, we’re going to do a lot more than kiss. You’ve friend-zoned me, Toots, and I’m busting out.” Kylie was smiling on her end of the phone. Friend-zoned Jesse Fucking Winslow? Was he serious? “Nobody puts Jesse in a friend-zone,” she couldn’t help herself. “Are they off?” He totally ignored her joke. “Mmm-hmm.” “What was that?” he asked, his voice gruff and serious. “Yes, they’re off.” “Okay, spread your legs, and with your phone, take a picture of your pussy for me.” “Seriously?” She knew she was blushing in the dark. “Take the picture, Kylie.” “Okay, but if you sell this to the paparazzi, I will kill you.” There was a rustling sound, then, “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He laughed. “Okay, here it comes. I hope it’s photogenic. It would be really embarrassing to have a non-photogenic pussy.” Pulling the phone from his ear to look, Kylie could hear his moan, exciting her even more. “So photogenic, Toots, just like the rest of you. And I love the red landing strip. It’s so hot. Oh, man, I love this. Spread your legs wider and use one hand to spread your lips open for me and send me another.” Following his directions, she did as he requested.
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About the Author:I must've been 5 or 6 when I started writing "stories". I would write them and hide them. Not wanting anyone to see my "secret" thoughts. I needed to write - even back then. Now I'm just not hiding them anymore. Is that a sign of maturity? Nah... Writer, photographer, insatiable wanderluster, edge-player, foodie, music addict, pop culture fanatic, animal lover, warrior for the rights of people and planet, and avid cusser (am a Native New Yorker, so very little offends me...and if I am offended, it must be pretty freaking bad..like bad grammar!) I am a big believer in signs and if we keep ourselves open, there are guideposts all along the way. Stay humble. Be true. Be you. Life is not a dress rehearsal...
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