Series: Love Duet #2
acclaimed masterpiece, Undying Love, which
is now FREE! at all retailers!
wife. It’s been almost five years since Allee died, but Ryan, now a successful
writer, hasn’t been able to move on. Passing in and out of the stages of grief,
he’s been unable to find a woman who can mend his broken heart. Someone new to
love and cherish.
ballerina, who awakens in him feelings of lust and passion he thought he’d
never experience again. Allee, in her dying letter, urged Ryan to move on…to
live his life and find another woman to make him feel alive again. And finally
he has.
demons from the past resurface and threaten to end their relationship. Ryan
must fight for what he deserves. Will his heart once again be shredded to
pieces or will he finally get his happily ever after?
can be read as a standalone, it is recommended you read Undying Love first, which is FREE! at all retailers.
Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars
I’ve been eagerly awaiting this sequel to Undying Love for a few years now, and Nelle L’Amour did not disappoint! Set five years after Allee’s tragic death, Ryan is best-selling author thanks to his memoir, but he’s still grieving the loss of the love of his life. And it’s given him a major case of writers’ block.
His life is instantly changed the moment he meets Willow, whose dad just so happens to run the deli where Allee and Ryan ordered food from all the time. Yep, Allee definitely had a hand in bringing these two together!
As their relationship unfolds, Ryan struggles as he comes to grips with his developing feelings for Willow and the guilt of feeling like he’s betraying Allee. I loved how Allee is still so much a presence in Ryan’s life in all of his conversations with her. I thought that NL handled that part of the story quite nicely, but there were other parts — mostly towards the end when Willow’s dance master comes into the picture — that felt rushed and a bit bumpy. The story didn’t flow as organically for me in some of those parts. But overall, Endless Love was a perfect sequel to Undying Love, and the epilogue — Ryan with his family, 10 years to the day that he ran the NY Marathon with Allee — was a perfect conclusion.
I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.
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was named, taking in the depth and breath of it. From a huge jutting branch
hung a swing. The old-fashioned homemade kind composed of two strands of thick
rope and a plank of wood. Willow caught my eyes on it.
My grandpa installed it. I spent a lot of my childhood on it. Want to go for a
ride?”
fingers gripping the ropes. Willow straddled on my lap facing me. Anchored on
my cock. Pumping rhythmically with her long, supple legs. As forcefully as
mine. Her face, her breath, her smile in mine. Her flaming red hair blowing in
the warm wind with each pump. And with each pump, my cock growing harder. Her
body arching back. Her eyes looking up to the sky. My head tilting to follow
her gaze. The tree’s leafy green boughs shrouding us like curtains. My cock
thickening with each pump. Each pump more powerful. To make us go higher.
Higher and higher. Shooting into the sky.
wanted to stop the swing, zip down my fly, and make love to her. Hold her in my
arms. Let her ride me. Give the birds and bees a show.
pump. As my long legs straightened taking us sky-high, her radiant face met
mine, her green eyes holding me fiercely, an inviting, wicked smile on her
face. She was beautiful. A temptation. As the wind captured her hair, I leaned
in to her and captured her lips. It wasn’t premeditated; just pure savage need.
Something I couldn’t help.
stayed locked. I nibbled and gnawed on them, then consumed her mouth. My tongue
darted inside and tangled with hers. Just like the dancer she was, her tongue
whirled gracefully and purposefully with mine. Blood rushed to my cock. She
tasted delicious. So sweet. So good. As I deepened the kiss, her moans mingled
with the sounds of nature. The chirps. The breeze. The rustling leaves. Without
losing contact with her mouth, I stopped pumping my legs and the swing slowed
down. As it came to a near halt, I touched down my feet to the ground and
jumped off with Willow’s legs wrapped around my hips and her hands cupping my
face, still devouring my mouth. We couldn’t get enough of each other.
Ryan. Please fuck me.”
Jesus. As much as I wanted her, she wanted me more. She was
begging me. My desperate cock was throbbing. It was time to give her what she
wanted. What I wanted too.
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