I always know going into any Prescott Lane book that I will need to keep the tissue box near at all times. So, I snuggled in under the safety of my blanket, tissues at the ready, and dove right in. Then it started! The feels started pouring in. But this time, I was laughing! I knew the tears would be coming, but I was relishing the light, witty and sometimes self deprecating humor that was Annalyse. She is quirky, funny, mischievous, shoots straight from the hip, doesn’t mess with small talk and opens up quickly. She is damaged, but wants to heal herself and is ready to open her heart.
Then in comes Holt, the super schmexy p***y mechanic! He is smart, damaged, and afraid to be broken again. He wants to love and be loved, but doesn’t know how to move past the fear and pain. Holt is controlling, and over protective but I was willing to ignore that because under it all, he had a completely shattered heart of gold.
The tears finally came as their pasts are revealed. But have no fear, it’s not all sadness, there is hope, longing and some super sexy times.
This story was told by multiple points of view, Holt, Annalyes and The Dirty Truth blog. Each point of view added an extra depth to this story. It has a perfect balance of everything you would want in a romance novel. There were some total laugh out loud moments! Like the first time she was in his house. Total tears/lump in the throat moments as the stories of their pasts were revealed. There were amazing friends and family who not only kept things light and funny, but provided much needed advice and support through the tough times.
Ms. Lane was such a tease with little snippets of his history. So many theories going through my head! I was fantastically frustrated each time he would begin to reveal his past, and then stop. I wanted him to just come out with it, so I just kept on reading. When he finally finished his story, oh my goodness. The shock, tears, heartbreak. I just wanted to grab him up and put his broken pieces back together. But that is what Annalyse is there for.
Annnalyse’s story was just as heartbreaking. As Annalyse revealed her Dirty Truth through her blog posts she opened herself up to Holt and others to not have to say what she couldn’t put a voice to.
I absolutely devoured this book and could not put it down. If two people ever deserved a HEA it was Holt and Annalyse. Ms. Lane definitely delivered an absolutely fantastic HEA, leaving you hope for the future of these two damaged souls.
I can see the questions in her eyes. Naked, I get on my knees in the bed, helping her up, her body pressing into mine, and lift her shirt over her head. I can’t help but grin that she’s borrowed one of mine. My hands slide down the curve of her waist and under the cotton of her panties, removing them. Her hand softly strokes my cheek, and like an asshole, I jerk my head back, her soft touch doing damage to the hard defenses I’ve built. How is that? How can something so soft, so sweet, be my undoing? And damn, the way she looks at me. I can’t have her looking at me like that right now. In one move, I flip her over and yank her ass in the air.
Her breath catches. Dammit, sometimes I wish I could be one of those guys that only think about themselves during sex, but I’m not built that way. Annalyse’s pleasure will always be more important than my own, and that’s just one small fucking step away from all her needs coming before my own. It’s a slippery slope I’m on.
Using the tip of my cock, I outline her folds, feeling her open, drawing me in. Running my finger down the curve of her back, her body rolls, her ass pushing against me. She’s got the best ass, pure white, smooth skin, firm, but enough to hold onto.
“Holt,” she begs softly.
She’s very impatient when it comes to her orgasms. That’s a great quality in a woman; she wants what she wants and doesn’t apologize for it. As I slip myself inside her, she lets out a breathless moan. It’s amazing how well I know her sounds, her body already. Holding her hips, I slide in and out, slowly. Grinning, I know she’s going to hate and love that at the same time. She likes to come quickly. It’s almost like she’s afraid there’s not enough time. She starts to move faster, wanting me deeper, and harder. And I’m powerless to resist her, incapable of not giving her exactly what she wants.
She doesn’t open her eyes, but a little smirk crosses her lips. “Orders, orders.”
Kissing her neck, I nibble her earlobe. “Say you’ll be here.” She rolls over, her eyes meeting mine for the first time. A subtle guilt rises in my chest; I just fucked her to feel better, to forget. And I want to do it again.