LOVE SURFACED SERIES
Love Surfaced (Tanner & Piper)
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Taylor thought she and Brad had something real back then, until his dreams of entering the Olympics went down the drain, along with his life. He hurt her, perhaps more than he intended, and in return, she stayed away from him. Never telling him of the secret that she was supposed to tell him that night that he broke her apart.
Two years later, Brad is back. Trying to restore his life, and make something out of himself. But first, he needed to make amends with the love of his life. If only Taylor would allow him to explain.
Taylor didn’t expect him to be back in her hometown, much more in her life, and most especially him asking her for a second chance. He might have hurt her big time, and broke her heart, but it seems that the heart doesn’t forget easily. Because the love is still there, and it never went away. Now, all she has to do was to finally reveal to him the secret that she’s been keeping and pray that everything will work out this time, or else, her heart won’t be the only thing to break.
Would they give it another try? Or would they allow their past to dictate their present?
Taylor, I was glad she thought about a whole lot of things before jumping in with Brad. She’s older, wiser, and more responsible. She might have done some things that she was already regretting, but she had done it because she thought it was for the best at that point. She’s a great person who has been through worse, but has put herself together.
It wasn’t easy for the both of them, especially when there are a lot of things to consider, there are some people who might get hurt. But Brad proved that he was a changed man and that he deserved the second chance that he was given. He was patient this time, and he’d probably wait a lifetime to prove that he was in for the long haul.
I have always loved second chance romance, and I love Michelle Lynn – together, I got myself a really awesome read. Love Rekindled is a story of betrayal, love, trust and second chances. It’s a great read, something that I didn’t have the heart to put down until I was done reading.
Rating: 4.5 Stars
She pulls out of her parking space, and my heart constricts as I watch her drive away from me again. I should duck down so she doesn’t see me, but my eyes won't veer from her. The beat-up Jetta passes and my stomach clenches. My hand itches to yank the car handle open. My feet beg to disobey and run to her. I don't have to, because she slams on the breaks and her eyes are locked on mine. Hope pours from mine while hers fume with anger.
She throws the car into park, thrusts the door open, and stomps directly to my door.
She bangs on the window and I jump. "Why are you here?" she screams through the pane.
As I lower the window, the smell of jasmine breezes in. Her perfume still has the capacity to calm me.
"Don't ‘Hey’ me. Why are you here?" Her voice is sharp and cold, and nothing like I remember. Not sure why I wouldn't expect less though.
"I thought we could talk." My fingers move to the knob of my stereo to turn down the music.
"There's nothing to talk about. Leave."
She turns and walks back to her car.
I exit my truck and wrap my fingers around her wrist to stop her. She yanks it out of my grip.
"Don't ever touch me," she seethes, and I hold my hands up in the air.
"Taylor," I whisper, and she twists around. The look of fury heavy in her eyes.
She ignores the fact that I’m talking and climbs back into her car. I try to slide through the sliver of the open door, but she squeezes me out and the door rattles shut.
I knock on the window, but she shifts the car into drive. Her hesitation as she sits and studies the steering wheel, tells me my cause isn't lost. Maybe I have a chance. I knock again, softer this time. Her tear-filled eyes look up at me through the dirty glass, and my heart breaks for what I've done. If I affect her this much two years later, how bad did I destroy her then?
"Please," I beg, and she closes her eyes. I watch her shallow breathing falter.
As though she had a lapse of judgment, she shakes her head and the pain in her eyes disappears, returning to resentment once more. "Go back to your fiancée, Brad."
Her tires squeal before the rubber catches pavement. Within a minute, she's left me—again.
"Fuck!" I lift my leg in the air as my toes ignite with heat. She fucking rolled over my foot.
The pain in my foot is nothing compared to the pain in my heart as I watch her taillights disappear around the corner.