the man that was supposed to love me. But I didn’t and now I’m trying to find
the pieces of me he left behind.
should leave her alone, she’s too good for me. But, fighting the attraction
that pulls us together is getting harder every day. It doesn’t take long until
we’re a tangle of limbs and pleasures. No promises are made, no guarantees.
Just a vow to keep our hearts out of the bedroom. Simple, right? Except, now we
both have to try and avoid getting cut on each other’s broken parts.
Sunny Shelly’s Review: 4 Stars
This book was a perfect binge read on a rainy day while my kids played with their new Christmas presents.
Elliott feels broken after her marriage crumbles, and she seeks refuge in her best friend’s empty house as she tries to put her life back together and be strong for her twin daughters. Her life is kind of turned upside down again when her best friend’s hot older brother, Duke, comes home from the service and shows up at the house as well, not knowing that Elliott and her kids are there.
While Elliott’s emotional scars are rather fresh and obvious in the wake of her divorce, Duke’s insecurities are more hidden. He’s always felt like he’s the tattooed muscle who women want to use for a quick fling, so he’s unsure of how to approach the feelings he develops for Elliott. There were a few times where I wanted to scream at them to both confess what they were feeling! And of course, her ex-husband and his ex-girlfriend are some obstacles for Elliot and Duke to overcome. But there are some really tender and sweet moments between Elliott and Duke as they start to fall for one another, and he’s so sweet with her girls!
It is a bit of a bumpy road, but Duke and Elliott finally get to their HEA — where two broken souls are fixed together— and it’s complete with a wonderful epilogue!
Fixed is the second book in a series but read to me like a true standalone, as I had not read the first installment. I will certainly be adding it to my TBR!
I read an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.
prunes. Lifting my drunk self out of the tub is a precarious exercise, but one
I’ve perfected quite well. Turning the radio off, I move to the linen cupboard.
Sober me forgot to leave a towel out. Drunk me is amused to find that sober me
also forgot to bring the clean towels up from the laundry room downstairs.
room. This is the only perk of being alone here for a few days. There’s no one
to judge me if I decide to stay in pyjamas eating takeaway and drinking wine
all weekend. There’s also no one to judge me or my not so youthful anymore body
if I decide to stroll down stairs butt naked at three pm. It’s actually quite
freeing. Since the girls, I’ve struggled with how I see myself, my body.
Carrying two good sized babies to almost full term does terrible things to a
women’s body. No amount of gym and Pilates is ever going to fix the mess that
is my stomach and thighs, much to my chagrin. And even more to Petes,
pad down the stairs. In fact, I know they don’t. I saw enough of them in Pete’s
office to know that she’s toned in the places that mattered to my husband.
I detour to the fridge for more wine, completely forgetting that I still
haven’t grabbed a robe or a towel to cover my ass up. Yanking the door open,
the frigid air biting at my skin causes me to let out a startled yelp.
wine that I’d stored right at the back away from the girls.
front door makes me jump out of my own skin, causing me to whack my head on the
internal shelf. The clang of my teeth crashing together causing me to drop the
wine from my hand and let go of the door that had until that moment, been
hiding my naked body.
distract me from the complete and utter mortification I feel at being caught in
all my drunk, naked glory by the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
lover of all things romance, Emma Louise is a book blogger turned debut writer.
She’s a die hard bibliophile, addicted to tea (Real British tea) and speaks
with her husband, three children and overgrown puppy in South Wales, UK.
an avid reader for as long as she can remember, she’s recently decided to try
her hand at writing a love story of her own.