encounter. An undeniable connection. An unimaginable twist of fate.
Kailey’s life is
crumbling. Her best friend and sister, Jen, is dying, leaving her young family
devastated. With little hope of saving her, Kailey is forced to face a reality
she never expected.
Trey’s life is
fun and carefree. He loves the girls, his drums, and his friends. That’s not to
say he isn’t continuously plagued by a difficult decision made years ago—one
that changed the course of his life.
connection they make when their paths unexpectedly cross, Kailey knows her life
has no room for anyone else right now. But regardless of how many times she
pushes him away, Trey only fights harder to make a place for him in her life
and in her heart.
Trey thought he
knew heartbreak, but he had no idea until life gave him a second chance, only
to snatch it away just as fast. This time he’s determined to keep his place in
the life of the ones he loves.
Is there such a
thing as fate? If so, can Kailey and Trey hold on to one another long enough to
discover there’s no such thing as a chance encounter?
After finishing this book I was unsure how to start this review... I have NEVER cried as much as I did reading this book. I tend to get in a funk where all books start seeming the same and I need one that tugs at your heart to bring me back. This book not only tugs, it shreds it! I love a book that can make me feel, and this one did that and more.
We start by meeting Kailey who is getting condolences from everyone at her sisters funeral. We also meet Trey who she recently broke up with and he doesn't want to give up. We get the setting for their present time (kind of) and then get thrown into the past and watch it all unfold. I wasn't sure how I would like that, but it was done perfectly. The main part of the book lets us see them grow and all of the decisions that lead them to where they are.
Kailey and Trey's relationship is real and raw and I loved reading about them. Kailey leaves him because she wants him to have a life, and not be stuck. You think you know what's going to happen and then a twist is thrown in and I couldn't believe it! This is where you will need an entire tissue box. I had to leave my room to finish because I kept waking my husband with my sobbing!!
We know that they have to work it out, they need a HEA. And of course just when you think they did and our story is over, she throws something else at us that nearly knocked by breath out! I had to pull my jaw up that was hanging to my floor!
This is book 3 BUT I have not read the first 2 as each can be standalone. I am sure I know who the first 2 were about while reading this one and I can't wait to read them ALL! Perfect flow, easy to love characters, great story, and an emotional rollercoaster!
Rating: 5 stars
I curl my knees up to my chest, shivering, my face glued to
the couch. I peel my mouth away from the leather, wiping the drool as I sit up.
Shit, it’s cold in this state. Staring at the practically empty bottle of Jack
sitting on the coffee table, regret hits me. I’ll be useless for the rest of
today. That is, until I can drown myself into another bottle tonight.
After I stand up, I attempt to steady myself by holding my
arms out, like a toddler on a balance beam, willing the room stop swirling.
“He’s down here,” Dex screams up the stairs.
“Shit, quiet the fuck down,” I tell him, and he laughs
“What the hell, man? We’ve been searching all over for you,”
he says, plopping himself on the couch.
“Well, you found me,” I say, sitting back down, grateful for
the excuse not to move for the time being.
“You got to get it together. We’re going to that party at
Sam’s tonight. Screw Kailey, there’ll be plenty of girls begging to have your
dick tonight.” Dex’s attempt to pull me from this funk, only reminds me of who
Kailey thinks I am.
“Shut the hell up, Hulk.” Brady smacks Dex across the back of
his head. He tosses me a bottle of water and sits on the other side of me.
“Just because you and Grant have gone all in, doesn’t mean
the rest of us want one pussy for the rest of our lives,” Dex adds with humor
in his voice.
“Grow up,” Brady says and picks up the nearly empty bottle in
front of him. “If this,” he waves it in the air, “and fucking a different pussy
every chance you get is being single, then I’m more than happy where my dick
lands every night,” he finishes, setting the bottle back down.
“Save us the whole commitment is the best speech,” Dex
Brady stares Dex down in annoyance while all the back and
forth makes my headache a little more intense.
“If she has you doing this, she must be worth it.” Brady
cocks an eyebrow at me, and I stare back at him, already recognizing he’s
right, but no way in hell am I going to admit it to him.
“Shit,” I mumble, and Brady drones his fatherly know it all
‘uh huh’ under his breath. Cocky bastard.Standing up, I take the steps two at a time. Right before I reach the
top, I hear Brady and Dex talking.
“You give shitty advice,” Brady tells Dex.
“Fuck off, Mrs. Sadie Miller,” Dex says in return. “He’s
gonna become pussy whipped, just like your ass.”
“And believe me, he’ll be happier,” Brady adds. As I reach
the main floor, I pray Brady’s right.
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from
school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years
ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids.She developed a love of reading at a young
age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write.With the encouragement of her family, she
finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating
around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing
with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family
and friends.But after chasing around
twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after
putting the kids to bed.