Tucked away at the base of the Rocky Mountains lived a little boy with one singular dream: leave this broken and battered home and become someone. Be somebody’s hero. That boy was me—Colby Brooks. Except I’m not that same little boy anymore. My dreams might still be the same, but my reality isn’t. I’m smarter. Stronger. A man. And I learned a long damn time ago, the only way to achieve my dreams was to avoid distractions—at any cost. Focus. Resolve. Determination. But all it took was one single night. One night and my entire life…changed. One night had me colliding head first with the biggest distraction of my life; Rory Oaks. Smart. Charming. Beautiful. Rory changed everything. Quickly, my one-track mind started to bend. Each kiss faded decade-long dreams. And with one single incident, I fly off course.
Colby and Rory meet at the end of the Air Force Academy for Colby, right on the edge of graduation and the decision to continue on to flight school, if he gets into the training of course. And, he doesn't want distractions. For a lot of reasons, he's been single minded in pursuit of this goal, and he doesn't need anything standing in the way or messing with his focus.
And then he meets a girl. Typical, and yet not. Some of the things I was expecting happened, like I said...and some of the things I was expecting didn't. At the beginning of this story, there is a party, and it's more adult than Colby is expecting...and I think that sums up how I felt about this book. It was more adult, even though they are in their early 20s, than I was expecting.
I knew it was a cliffhanger, but this also didn't leave me in the place I was expecting, although it is tough to explain this without a spoiler.
I enjoyed this title, I enjoyed the ways it evolved, and I enjoyed that there were parts of it that surprised me. I am convinced that the things at the end are not what they seem, but I need the next book in the series for me to be sure...and I am anxiously awaiting the conclusion of this story.
THE DOWNSIDE OF LOVE – July 5th
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped. Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking. Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!