Sunday, October 20, 2013

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'I will always take care of you'

My pain started when I was just ten years old, it was the day my mom got that dreaded phone call. Life has never been the same.... 'I will always protect you' I am all kinds of broken.... I have known Logan White since forever, he is my brothers best friend and my secret protector. I used to have nightmares that drew me into a dark place and when the nightmares got too much, Logan was by my side. The nightmares are few and far between now, but my life is centered around the tragedy of my past. Logan is the definition of 'man whore', with girls lining around the block to drop their panties at the click of his fingers. But after an unexpected moment things change. Now Logan is somebody else; hot, sexy and so damn delicious and I want to know him. Desperately. But then there is Angel Walker who is far from the angelic nature of his name, with eyes so hypnotic that I lose my inhabitation’s just by staring into them. But he is a broken man who just screams sin. He doesn't want to protect me or care for me, He just wants me. Do I want the man who can cut through all of my pain or the man who could cause me more? Fists will fly, hearts will shatter and desire will be fueled.
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Review—Finding You by S.K. Hartley

“My heart and soul, they were bruised, broken and shattered, my mind tumbling back to places I wouldn’t even want an enemy to experience.”

It’s been ten years.  Ten years since Neva James’ life had changed; turned from bliss to a complete nightmare.  Tragedy will do that to a kid…now, she’s twenty and still carrying around a pain only few know about.  Doing her best to hide it, Nev leads a typical college lifestyle; lives on campus with her best friend (Low), being close to her brother (Tate) and his best friend, her protector (Logan)—seems life would be pretty good.  Except it isn’t.  Since that fateful night, Nev has many demons she faces on a day-to-day basis.  Plagued by phobias and nightmares, Neva has three people in her life; those three people who make her feel safe.  Never did she imagine she would stumble upon a man who looked like his name but hid a secret all his own…

“Angel was just like coffee; strong, bitter and so damn delicious.”

Angel Walker.  Dark hair, deep sapphire eyes, and a body made for sin; has set his sights on Neva.  After just one meeting, he pulls something from her that only one other person has ever made her feel…desire.  The problem is just that; he’s not the only one vying for Nev’s affection.  Logan, her brother’s very best friend and long-time protector, also realizes something is different between them.  He knows his feelings and wants to share them with Neva, but she cannot grasp onto the connection with either man until she sorts out her heart…one that she knows will be broken no matter whom she chooses.

Logan knows each and every skeleton in Nev’s closet, and his need to protect her is ultimately what she feels will be their undoing.  She doesn’t think that having him bear her guilt and pain is fair…with Angel, she can pretend she is just a normal girl.  Not one who had her life shattered at ten years old. Angel has captured her passion in something long buried, something that helps her remember when all she wants to do is forget.  How can she choose?  One knows her past and has loved her forever; the other doesn’t know her at all and says all the right things in order to stay a possible part of her future.

“Baby, you can do this.  You were born to sing Neva; your voice can bring life to the lifeless, love to the loveless and maybe even mend a broken heart.  If you can’t do this for you, do it for me.  
Sing life back into me; bring me back from my lifeless existence.” –Angel

“You drive me crazy; you have done since we were kids.  With your cute little button nose that scrunched up when you were confused, or the way you used to take fries from my damn plate even though you said you weren’t hungry, or even when you used to cry when you watched Bambi.  But no you drive me crazy in other ways, the way your button nose scrunches up when you smile.  But it’s no longer cute, it’s sexy.  The way you now pick up one of my fries and feed it to me before taking one for yourself, which isn’t freaking annoying anymore.  It’s hot.  The way you still cry at Bambi but now try to hide your face with your hair when you do it, it makes me want to hold you and brush your hair out of your beautiful face…Do you know what the best part is of it all Nev?...You have no idea that I have been in love with you from the moment I held you for the first time, when you were just ten years old.” –Logan

HOLY MOTHER OF A CLIFFHANGER….as the story unfolded, I learned a few things and it freaked me out.  When I got to the end and my suspicions were confirmed, I completely, like utterly FTFO!  How long do I have to wait for the next book?!?  I had tears in my eyes and goose bumps on my skin.  What a way to end a book!  Okay, enough about the ending that absolutely gave me a serious book hangover…

Great story.  I was a little annoyed with Nev as she became so ambivalent with her ping-pong between Angel and Logan.  Make up your mind already was pretty much all that ran through my head as she led each one on in a different way.  I understand why and the reasoning behind it but both men kind of wimped out for me.  Even being “alpha” in nature, they both so badly want Nev that they pretty much handed in their man-cards from the very beginning.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  The sediments were very sweet and both serve their purpose in this story…it touched me in a way that maybe most won’t get.  I saw the tragedy of the broken girl working to fix herself.  I saw her love of music and how she enveloped herself in words spoken through song.  I loved that about this story.  I loved the heartbreak I felt (even if it annoyed me) from both men; one as he confessed his undying love and the other as he realized his feelings and the consequences they would bring.  And that song…if I knew the cords I would sing it all the time.  I cried and read it over and over as I felt her pain wash through me…beautiful and so incredibly sad.  I cannot wait to read the next book, I am not quite sure if I can make it too long without knowing the way things turn out…just pick it up & read Finding You, I promise it’s worth the WTF!?! at the end.

**4 Staying Safe Stars**


Ten white petals... Thud. One yellow centre... Thud. One...thud. Two...thud. Three...thud. I can feel hands around my throat, my breathing becoming shallow as I try to scream on the inside, not knowing if my own nightmare filled with the demons of my past will kill me while I sleep. My heartbeat roaring as it pounded relentlessly, leaving a ringing sensation in my ears. The smell of antiseptic so potent against my nostrils suddenly hit me, it was so strong that I could taste it in the back of my throat. The pressure around my neck slackened enough for me to get my bearings, I was back on the bridge again, pinned to the wooden slabs by someone or something I couldn't see nor describe. There was no where to go, I was trapped on the bridge that lead to no where, keeping me forever in the darkness, never to see the light again. I could taste the fear in my throat drowning out the antiseptic, I could feel my fear pouring into my gut as my body absorbed it, it was in my bones, in my soul. The fear in the air caused me to look back at demon above me, a black and smoky silhouette figure towering over my tiny frame, I could never make out who or what the demon was, but I knew I should fear it. The grip around my neck tightened once more, my hands trying to reach for anything to help free me, but there was nothing, there was always nothing. I could see the bridge clearly but I could never feel it against my skin, just the subconscious pressure of it against my back, a mixture of pressure and the feeling of floating. “Stop, please. No!” I wanted to scream but my vision was becoming blurred as my head swam with weightlessness. Images projected against the dark shadow of the demon above me, a car severely damaged, flashing blue lights and screaming, organized chaos. I thought I was going to die, I was ready just to let go, but I never died in my nightmares, I just hung on the edge, the demon making me remember. Suddenly the nightmare slowly started to release me, the twisted dark depths of my past slowly fading into a painful reminder of what was cruelly taken, what I would never get back. heart slamming against my chest. throat constricting tightly. lungs burning with every breath. Thud. Thud. Thud. My lids were heavy, so heavy that I didn't think I could open my eyes. "Come back to me" A familiar soothing voice wrapped around around my mind, trying to release me of my own painful imprisonment. I tried desperately to speak to the voice, wanting them to pull me out from the torture that held me captive within my own mind, my tongue heavy and my mouth dry. My skin becoming saturated with sweat, my toes curling as if in pain, my heart heavy with unrelenting sadness. The light was almost to much to bare as I finally managed to open my eyes, squinting as the light penetrated my pupils, burning right through me. There was a figure above me once more, but it wasn't dark and twisted like the demons in my nightmares, it was home. I'm home.

Meet S.K. Hartley

S.K. Hartley is a mother, wife, avid reader and writer based in the not so sunny North West of England. You can find her either glued to her computer desk, in the library (yes they still exist) or floating around her favorite authors book signings!
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