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About THE LAST LETTER (Coming 2/26/2019):
Beckett,
If you’re reading this, well, you know the “last-letter” drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.
I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.
My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.
And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.
So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.
Please don’t make her go through it alone.
Ryan
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"I cannot imagine a world without this story." –Hypable
"A stunning, emotional romance." - Jill Shalvis, NYT Bestselling Author
BOOK REVIEW
6 STARS
"Like someone picks up your life and shakes it like a snow globe," Ella offered. "It seems to take forever for the pieces to settle, and then they're never in the same place."
It was the last letter from his best friend that brought Beckett to the small town of Telluride. Finally, he had the courage to face Mac's family, and see his sister, Ella.
You see it wasn't that easy for Beckett, he still blamed himself for Mac's death. And he wasn't sure if he was going to tell Ella that he was Chaos, the man she had been exchanging letters with.
Ella was a ball of courage. She's just amazing. After raising twins alone at 19, she felt she could handle anything. When something went wrong with one of the twins, she was still holding everything together. But when the news came that she lost her brother, and probably the man she haven't actually met, she lost all cool and just broke down.
And if you can't breathe, I'll do it for you. One morning at a time. Minute by minute if we have to.
Then Beckett came into their lives - bearing a letter from her brother. Asking him to help them. She didn't need help. She can manage. On her own. Without a man. He was a soldier. He couldn't be that dependable. Not when her dad decided to chose the military over them, or her brother enlisting and driving to god-knows-where to save the country.
But Beckett proved to be something else. He was there when she needs help, even if without her asking. He takes good care of her kids, and of her. He wanted her, yet he insisted he didn't want to cross THAT line. Her kids already love him, and so does she.
What happens when she knows the truth?
"I will show up for you. For Cold. For Maisie. I will not walk away. I will not abandon you. I will not die."
I adoreeee Beckett? He's an eye candy. Truly. He might have lied (okay, some big white lie), but I have to admit, he won me in the end. He proved himself dependable, and the best for the twins. He was determined, and persuasive, but never pushy and that was well -appreciated especially when Ella needed some time to think.
Ella is the super-mom, and you'd easily love her. She's strong, steadfast and would do anything for her children. As for her kids - oh my god - they're the most amazing people in the book! You'd easily fall in love with them, more than I did with Ella and Beckett. They were the life of this whole book, the one that will steal your hearts. And - arghh. I don't want spoilers here. Her twins, Maisie, the girl, is just like her mom. She was stronger than most adult. She was the quiet among the two, and perceptive. Colt, on the other hand, is filled with energy. He's very understanding, and would do anything for his sister and his mother. He's pretty tough as well. He saves damsel in the playground. I can't tell just how much I love these two children. They were the bravest.
I just finished reading the story, and I am itching to write this review while my emotions are still on high. I didn't think my heart was strong enough for it - I was a blubbering mess even at the start. There was just so much happening that I wasn't sure my heart could handle it.
There was a reprieve in between. Rebecca might thought her readers could use a little break from that little bomb she gave me, only to drop a nuclear at the end that completely stripped me of my defenses. I was utterly heartbroken, my heart was aching so bad, I was crying, I was a mess - over a book.
You see this wasn't an ordinary love story. Boy's best friend lets little sister write to his best friend, exchange of letters happened, they fell in love, then they live happily ever after. Oh that would be simple. But no. There were loss, there was blinding grief and guilt, and an ultimate fight for a life. So I suggest you ready your heart for the ultimate ride.
Yes, my first six-star review of the year goes to this highly emotional, heartbreaking, beautiful, profound and powerful story of love, loss, forgiveness and family.
If I never told you, then let me say it now. You words save me. You reached into the darkness and pulled me out with your kindness and your strength. You did the impossible and touched my soul.
Excerpt:
“Ella.” It was a plea to speak, to not speak. Hell, I didn’t know anymore.
“You don’t see me like that. I totally get it.” She reached for the TV remote.
“How exactly do I see you? Please, enlighten me.” I leaned forward, stealing the remote. She’d opened this box and had better well dish it.
She huffed in annoyance. “You see me as a mom. As Colt and Maisie’s mom. And of course you do, because that’s what I am. A mom with two kids.”
“Well, yeah,” I said. Her motherhood—that selfless devotion she had to her kids—was one of her most attractive attributes.
She rolled her eyes with a little sigh, and the metaphorical light bulb went off in my head.
“You don’t think I want you.”
She shot me a look that confirmed my guess and blushed the same crimson of her couch. “You know, you’re right. It’s late.” She faked a yawn. “Suuuuuuper late.”
“I want you.” Damn, it felt so good to say the words.
“Yeah, okay.” She gave me a goofy look and a thumbs-up. “Please don’t make me feel any more idiotic than I do right now.”
Yeah, enough of this bullshit.
I pounced in one smooth motion, taking her back to the couch, sliding over her as I gathered her wrists in one hand above her head and settled between her open thighs.
Home.
“Holy shit, you move fast.” There was no fear or rejection in her eyes, just surprise.
“Not in every arena,” I promised.
Her lips parted.
“Ella. I want you.”
“Beckett…you don’t have to.”
Yeah, that soft little sigh she did was going to be my undoing.
I let go of her wrists, letting my fingers trail down her arm until I had one hand weaving my fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp and the other at the curve in her waist.
“Feel this?” Then I slid forward, letting my dick stroke along the seam in her pajama pants hard enough for her to gasp at the contact. I couldn’t remember ever wanting to shred a piece of fabric so much in my life. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”
I moved again, and her eyes slid shut as she let loose the sweetest moan.
My dick throbbed, knowing everything I’d fantasized about for the better part of the last eight months was one decision away.
“Beckett.” Her hands found my biceps, her nails digging in.
“Don’t ever think that I don’t want you, because if things were different, I would have already been inside you. I would know exactly how you feel, and what you sound like, look like, when you come. I’ve thought about it at least a hundred different ways, and believe me, I’ve got a great imagination.”
She rocked her hips against me, and I locked my jaw to keep from giving her exactly what her body was asking for. “Ella, you have to stop.”
“Why?” she asked, her lips dangerously close to mine. “What do you mean if things were different?” Her eyes flew wide. “Is this because I have kids?”
“What? No. Of course not. It’s because you’re Ryan’s little sister.” Before I could do any more damage, I got the hell off her and sat back on my side of the couch.
“Because…I’m Ryan’s little sister,” she repeated, scooting so she sat upright, facing me. “And you think he’d, what? Haunt you?”
Three things: The letter. The cancer. The lie.
I repeated those in my head until I was certain I could look at her and not drag her back under me.
“Beckett?”
“When I was growing up, if I wanted something, I took it. Immediately. I had sex at fourteen with a girl in my foster home of the moment. I opened Christmas presents early if I was lucky enough to get one, and it was usually from my social worker or some charity.”
“I don’t understand.” She wrapped her arms around her knees again.
“I took it immediately because I knew if I didn’t, chances were I wouldn’t get it. It was a now-or-never kind of thing—there weren’t second chances.”
“Okay.”
“I can’t touch you, can’t talk about it, because I’m afraid I’ll act on it.”
“And why does that matter if I want you to?”
“Because I won’t get a second chance. And I’m crap with people, with relationships. I’ve never had one that lasted more than a month. Never loved a woman I’ve slept with. And chances are I’d do something to screw this up, because it’s not just my dick that wants you, Ella.”
That O popped right back onto her face, and I closed my eyes to keep from lunging across the distance and kissing her. Knowing she’d let me—that she wanted it—sent my need from a bullet to a nuclear missile.
“And when I’d screw it up, because it would happen, trust me, it would hurt Colt and Maisie, too. You’d be on your own again, because there’s no chance you’d let me hang around and help you out like Ryan asked.”
“And there it is.”
“There it is. You’re Ryan’s little sister.”
“There were only five years between us. Not so little, you know.” She reached for the remote.
“I’m well aware.”
“So if Ryan were still alive…” She shot one last look at me.
I let everything slip for a millisecond, letting her see it all in my eyes, how badly I wanted her, and not just for her body. “Everything would be different.”
“Everything?”
“Everything but the way I feel about you, which he probably would have killed me for. Where does that leave us?”
“You mean besides me being a dried-up spinster and you being honor-bound to a ghost?”
“Something like that.”
She rolled her head along the back of the couch, muttering something that sounded like a curse word under her breath. Then she sat up straight and powered on the TV with a click of her thumb. “That leaves us choosing a movie on demand. Because I’m not letting you walk out that door right now.”
“You’re not?”
“Nope. You walk out now, you might get all weird about this and not come back. Honor is a fabulous thing, but sometimes pride can be a lot stronger, especially when you convince yourself it’s for the good of the other person.”
Damn, the woman knew me.
“So movie it is,” I agreed. “Just…stay on your side of the couch.”
“I wasn’t the one who crossed the center line,” she teased with a smile that got me hard all over again.
Movie chosen, we sat and watched, both of us stealing sideways glances. There was that saying…the horse out of the barn. Yeah, the horse was out of the barn, and it wasn’t going back in. Not no way. Not no how.
That horse was running amok and screwing with my carefully constructed control.
But I didn’t complain when she moved over. Or when she pressed against my side. Nope. I lifted my arm and savored the feel of her curves, her trust. Still didn’t complain when she lay down in my arms. Hell no, I held on and memorized every second.
About Rebecca Yarros:
Rebecca Yarros is a hopeless romantic and a lover of all things coffee, chocolate, and Paleo. She is the author of the Flight & Glory series, including Full Measures, the award-winning Eyes Turned Skyward, Beyond What is Given, and Hallowed Ground. She loves military heroes, and has been blissfully married to hers for sixteen years.
When she's not writing, she's tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. Having adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.
When she's not writing, she's tying hockey skates for her four sons, sneaking in some guitar time, or watching brat-pack movies with her two daughters. She lives in Colorado with the hottest Apache pilot ever, their rambunctious gaggle of kids, an English bulldog who is more stubborn than sweet, and a bunny named General Fluffy Pants who torments the aforementioned bulldog. Having adopted their youngest daughter from the foster system, and Rebecca is passionate about helping others do the same.
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