A new adult story of Love. Sex. Addiction. Blackmail. And Power...
Some say love can be an addiction. Others say it's the thing that makes life worth living. Let me tell you everything I know about love...Love isn't patient, love isn't kind. Love is a game, a chase. A thrill. Love is wild and war-like, and every man and woman must fight for themselves. At least that's how it was for me. A high-priced virgin call girl by the time I started college, I was addicted to love and to sex. Even though I've never had either. I controlled love, played it, and held the world in the palm of my hands. Then I fell down from those highs, and I'm being blackmailed for all my mistakes, forced to keep secrets from everyone, except the only guy I don't regret.
Trey...
With all the other women, I knew what they were. They were temporary. They were pills, they were bottles, they took away all the pain, and numbed the awful memories that wore down my ragged, wasted heart. Until I met Harley. She's the only girl I ever missed when she walked away. But now she's back in my life, every day, and there are no guarantees for us, especially since I don't know how to tell her my secrets. What happened to my family. All I know is she's the closest I've ever come to something real, and I want to feel every second of it.
How can you love with no regrets when regret is all you know?
Some say love can be an addiction. Others say it's the thing that makes life worth living. Let me tell you everything I know about love...Love isn't patient, love isn't kind. Love is a game, a chase. A thrill. Love is wild and war-like, and every man and woman must fight for themselves. At least that's how it was for me. A high-priced virgin call girl by the time I started college, I was addicted to love and to sex. Even though I've never had either. I controlled love, played it, and held the world in the palm of my hands. Then I fell down from those highs, and I'm being blackmailed for all my mistakes, forced to keep secrets from everyone, except the only guy I don't regret.
Trey...
With all the other women, I knew what they were. They were temporary. They were pills, they were bottles, they took away all the pain, and numbed the awful memories that wore down my ragged, wasted heart. Until I met Harley. She's the only girl I ever missed when she walked away. But now she's back in my life, every day, and there are no guarantees for us, especially since I don't know how to tell her my secrets. What happened to my family. All I know is she's the closest I've ever come to something real, and I want to feel every second of it.
How can you love with no regrets when regret is all you know?
MY REVIEW -
Did you get the same thrill
when you read the blurb?
Harley AKA Layla is a call
girl. She’s nineteen, a virgin, and definitely not a whore – but a call girl.
Now, I wonder how cans this young girl from a good (although broken) family
came about the profession. She is addicted to love, sex, and most of all –
CONTROL. Now, someone is blackmailing her, forcing her to go into group therapy
– SLAA and is obliged to keep these facts to anyone, most especially her mother.
Then there’s Trey – the man whom she doesn’t regret. The man who had made her
feel something else.
At first, I felt sad for her
mother, but I guess, I was wrong. This woman is not a mother, she is selfish
and indirectly pushed her daughter into where she is now. Her career and her
men are more important than Harley. Little did she knew, that Harley did
everything to save her sorry ass. I hated her, and I wished that Harley allowed
her ruin rather than sacrificing herself. She didn’t deserve it.
Then there’s Trey – he loved sex,
with older women. Sex is like pills for him – it makes him forget, takes away
the pain and blanks his mind from painful memories from his past. Meeting
Harley has been something else. She’s the only girl, who’s younger than her,
whom he wants to be with. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. He too has some
secrets he doesn’t know how to tell her. But how can he possibly start a
relationship with someone special when he couldn’t be real with her?
Two broken people, met in the
most unusual circumstances, who had more demons in their past, and currently
fighting their present ones – and no matter how f*cked up the both of them are,
I can say that there is no more perfect match for them than each other. I wish
both of realize it in time and work out their baggage.
The cover was beautiful, the
blurb made it more interesting, and I trust Lauren Blakely to just as good, and
thankfully it was. It may have been started out with my head swirling of what
was going on, but once the story picked up – I was hooked and totally thrilled
as I read from one page to the other. There were a lot of surprises I didn’t
see coming, sudden twist that had me off guard and an ending that had me
panting for the next one in the series. Just as when everything gets really,
really interesting, my Kindle says 100%. I guess I need more patience to wait
for the next one!
RATING:
★ARC Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.★
AUTHOR BIO -
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat,
heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise.
heart, and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise.
Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from readers! Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He's Mine, Playing With Her Heart, Trophy Husband, and Far Too Tempting. On November 21, she'll release the edgy new adult novel THE THRILL OF IT. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.
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