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Blurb
Samantha:
I had the perfect life; a husband who loved me, and two kids who were my world.
Until someone else answered his phone and my perfect life shattered.
When he died, I was left with answers he couldn’t give me and a box full of lies.
He left me broken.
Blake:
I fell in love when I was fifteen, knowing she was the one.
For five years, she was my everything—my every breath, every heartbeat, every thought.
She made me promise to move on, promise to find love again, but I broke those promises because I can’t move on.
Two broken souls brought together by tragedy and heartbreak.
Can a broken love story be fixed?
Review
“You think you know? You have no idea!”
4.5 loved-up stars
Ooooohhhhhhh, so beautiful!!! The ending of this series was gearing up to be a good one, and Natasha Madison did not disappoint! She has given us a heartfelt, emotional story that is sweet, swoony and so freaking romantic! With a slow burn romance, a whole lot of surprises and all the feels, I devoured this book in one sitting and I absolutely loved it.
This is Blake and Samantha’s story, and it gives us the other side of the drama that began this series, and I was captivated from start to finish! Just a note – you could read this as a standalone, but it will be SO much more meaningful if you read the books in order and enjoy it as a whole. Oh, and randomly – that cover is so, so perfect! *dreamy sigh*.
Samantha thought she had a great life. After growing up alone in the system, she married Eric, a man she loved with her whole heart, she was loved by his family who she claimed as her own, and they had two beautiful girls that she cherishes. Sure, things have been a bit strained between them over the last year or so, and things aren’t as perfect as they once were, but still she treasures the happiness she has found and the life they built together. Until it’s all ripped away. Her husband has been killed in an accident, and it appears he has a second family – a secret wife he married only six months previously, and her whole life is a lie.
Blake is the protective older brother of Hailey – the ‘second’ wife of Eric. He is torn apart at seeing his sister so devastated, and when he goes to see Samantha for answers, he is shocked to see a woman who is just as much a victim as his sister, but who is somehow holding it together, and her resilience impresses him. And when, in desperation, Samantha reaches out to him looking for answers, he is there for her.
I freaking LOVE these two together! Things are a little strained between them at first, but the phone calls and texts as Samantha sorts out the truth from the lies are honest and respectful, and slowly become friendly. That friendship soon becomes a flirtation, which soon becomes a whole lot more.
But as broken as Samantha is, Blake is just as shattered. He gave his heart away to his first love, and he’s never been able to move on, and OMG, I ached for him! His loyalty to his lost love is so beautiful. He knows he’s never been able to get over her, he hasn’t even tried, but finally here is somebody in front of him that makes him start to see a different future for himself.
“I can’t love anyone. I’m broken,” I tell her the truth. “Half of me is broken.”
“What if you find someone who is just as broken as you are and” – she swallows, and her hand comes to my face ans she cups my cheek in her hand – “together, you’re whole.”
It’s beautiful, heartfelt and so freaking swoony as slowly, honestly, openly and unreservedly, Blake and Samantha begin to fall for each other.
“What would you change if you could?”
“I would have kissed you tonight before I left.”
I love both Blake and Samantha so much! And I love how so much of this story was about their individual journeys. They both had a lot of healing to do, and though they helped each other to do that, they had to stand strong on their own as well, and I loved that that became such a big part of the story. There is drama that they need to deal with – for Samantha in particular, who gets plenty of opportunities to shine – and when the unthinkable happens, it’s going to take all of their strength to get through it.
This is such a special story. It’s well written, the drama is heartfelt and intense without becoming angsty and frustrating, and it’s all so functional! There’s no lies or game playing, it’s just two people figuring things out and slowly moving forward, and I love that! And the twists and surprises kept me on my toes as it all played out.
Samantha’s daughters are just adorable, and bring so much to the story. Samantha’s relationship with them is so gorgeous, and of course seeing Blake with them will have ovaries quivering everywhere! And Blake’s family absolutely rocks. We’ve met them before, of course, but his parents are up close and personal in this one, and I love them! And we get to catch up with the characters from previous books, which I really enjoyed.
This is a story of heartache and healing, of finding yourself and opening yourself up to love again. It’s a beautifully slow burning, functional romance with well-written drama and a whole lot of sweet, funny moments and swoon, and it ends beautifully with an epilogue that had me grinning madly and hugging my kindle to my chest.
“You were my lifeline, and you didn’t even know … and then you took the broken in me and mended me … My lifeline became my salvation … And my salvation became love.”
Madison totally did these characters justice with this story, and I loved it – 4.5 stars.
An Advanced Review Copy was generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.
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Excerpt
Samantha
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, I smooth down my black skirt. My
blond hair is tied up in a ponytail, my cheeks are sunken in more than normal, and the
blackness around my eyes indicates I haven’t slept well since this whole thing happened.
Since I found out that not only did my husband die, but that he also married someone
else.
I sit on the made bed and look down at my wedding band. My thumb of my right hand
touches it, and the lone tear that falls out of my eye lands straight on it. “Mommy.” I look
back at Lizzie, who is standing in the doorway wearing a black one-piece dress similar to
mine with ballerina flats.
My mother-in-law went shopping yesterday and bought us all new outfits for today. “We
need to put our best foot forward,” she said as I watched her walk in with the six bags.
“We can’t let people talk.”
I turned around and walked out of the room, going upstairs. Shutting myself in my
bathroom with my back against the door, I cried quietly, trying to hide my sobs. “We
can’t let people talk,” I whispered to myself. The hatred I had begun feeling when I
remembered my husband.
Lizzie walks to the side of my bed and sits next to me. “I hate this dress,” she says when I
put my hand around her shoulder and bring her to me, kissing her head.
“I know, baby,” I whisper, “but after today, it’s going to be all over.”
“That’s what Grandpa A said.” She mentions the name she calls my father-in-law.
Grandpa A because you can’t get better than an A.
“Is everyone ready?” I hear Ethan yell from downstairs. “The limo is picking us up in
twenty.”
“Let’s go, baby,” I tell her, getting up and holding her hand while we walk downstairs. My
in-laws are both sitting in the kitchen. My mother-in-law in a black skirt and top while
my father-in-law has on a black suit. “Where is Daisy?” I ask them.
“Elliot is upstairs changing her. She spilled milk on her dress,” Judy tells me, looking at
Lizzie. “You look like such a big girl.” She blinks her tears away.
Elliot comes down the stairs with Daisy on his hip, smiling at me when he walks in.
“Okay, you girls go sit in the living room while us grown-ups talk,” my father-in-law says,
and the girls both know to leave the room. When he knows they are both out of earshot,
he starts. “Today is going to be tough, tough for us all, but we have to stand together. We
have to be the family that we are.” I lean against the counter while he talks. “The
situation with the other one has been taken care of, and she has been served papers.” I
look at him and then at Elliot and Ethan, both of them looking down when our eyes meet.
It’s almost as if they feel guilty for meeting this woman. My father-in-law continues,
“After all this is done today, we are meeting with the lawyers in person, so we can go
over the will, start the paperwork for the insurance, and make sure she doesn’t touch a
thing that belongs to him.” I stop listening at this point, turning to look out the window at
the backyard.
The swing set that he built in one day to make sure the kids could use it when he left the
next day. The patio set he had delivered to us, so I could have somewhere to sit while I
watched the girls while he was living with another woman. I shake my head, walking out
of the room. I sit on the couch, and the girls come to sit next to me, one on each side.
“Today is going to be really hard,” I whisper to them, “but we have to be strong for
Daddy.” They both look at me, their eyes exactly like their father’s. “But, if at any time,
you need to leave or you need me… I don’t care who is talking to me or who is around;
you come and get me.”
“Grandpa A said we had to sit and wait,” Daisy whispers just as Elliot comes into the
room and kneels in front of us.
“What is this meeting about?” he asks, smiling at us. The circles around his eyes are just
as black as ours. He hasn’t left our house since this happened.
“Mommy said if we need her that we can go to her,” Daisy says, looking at him and then
me, “even if Grandpa A said no.”
He leans in, whispering, “You can come to me too, and I’ll make sure that you get
Mommy.”
“Okay,” Lizzie and Daisy both whisper at the same time, and then the doorbell rings.
We get up, put our jackets on, and one by one file into the black limo that has come to
take us to the funeral home. We arrive before everyone else. “We get an hour with him,
and then they will open the door,” Adrian says as Judy grabs her tissue and dabs her
eyes.
I look around the funeral home. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, not sure where he is. I
haven’t seen him since he kissed me goodbye four days earlier. His last words to me
were, “Call you when I can.” That phone call never came.
I follow my in-laws to the big brown door that is closed. “I want to go in before the girls.”
Everyone turns to look at me.
“We can keep them in the lobby,” says the lady who greeted us at the door. She told me
her name, but I just didn’t listen.
I nod at her as she turns to ask the girls if they want hot chocolate. Daisy’s eyes get big as
Lizzie turns to look at me. I nod my head, giving her permission, so she can go with the
woman.
The doors open, and I don’t even know what to expect. I’ve never been to a funeral.
Never known anyone well enough to pay my last respects. Judy and Adrian walk in first,
followed by Ethan, and Elliot waits with me. I step foot into the room, and it’s so cold that
I shiver. The smell of flowers hits me right away, making me turn my head. The number
of flowers and wreaths shocks me; the whole room is almost full. Some wreaths blocking
others. Rows and rows of brown chairs line the room, all facing toward the front of the
room. My eyes land on the brown wooden casket at the front of the room. The open half
showing you the white satin inside. I walk down the aisle toward him, and then my eyes
land on him. Eric. I can’t take another step forward because my knees give out, and I fall.
Elliot isn’t fast enough to hold me up, and my knee lands with a thud. But the pain
doesn’t matter because nothing could take the place of the pain in my heart. The sound
of wailing fills the room as I look up at my dead husband.
I feel arms around me; I feel myself lifted; I feel myself almost floating. He isn’t the Eric
who kissed me goodbye; he isn’t the Eric who I made promises to; he isn’t the Eric who
made all my dreams come true. This isn’t him.
The man with makeup caked on his face isn’t my Eric. My sobs overtake my body as I
look at him, expecting him to open his eyes. Expecting something, anything but this. “I
want the casket closed,” I say, my voice soft. “I want it closed.”
“Samantha,” my father-in-law starts, “it’s—”
I shake my head. “I don’t want the kids to see him like that,” I say softly. I know that for
me they wouldn’t even consider it, but for the girls, they would move heaven and earth.
“They need to remember him alive and smiling, not like that,” I say, pointing at the
casket.
“Dad,” Ethan says after me, “I agree.”
“Me too,” Elliot says from beside me. “Close it.”
He just nods at us, then walks to the man standing in the corner. The man looks at him as
they have a hushed conversation and then just nods his head. “Do you need some
water?” Ethan says to me, and I nod. I don’t bother listening to what else he says; instead,
I get up and go to the casket. Standing before the brown box, I look at him, really look at
him. You see some bruising under the makeup, and his nose is a little swollen. His hands
are folded over his stomach, resting on his black suit. The suit he wore when we got
married. Why? I ask him in my own head. Why did you do it? I ask him, hoping I can
hear him whisper something to me, whisper anything back. To answer my questions, to
give me something; anything to make me understand why he did what he did. Why he
left me with so many fucking questions and not one answer.
The man comes over to close the casket. Eric’s face disappears slowly, the shadow filling
his face till the casket finally shuts. “I’m sorry for your loss,” the man says, nodding at
me. “If at any time you want it open, we can open it back up.” I turn around now, looking
at the chairs that will fill up as soon as the people start coming in. Ethan consoles my
mother-in-law, and Elliot stands where we were just sitting, his hands in his pockets.
“I’m getting the girls,” I tell them and then walk out with my head held high but my
shoulders slumped. Defeated is a word that you use so many times not really
understanding what can actually defeat you. I know now, my husband dying, him
cheating on me, my kids without a father, my dreams of growing old with him gone.
Beaten straight down to my core, straight down to my bones.
I walk over to them as they look up. “Let’s go, girls,” I tell them as they both get up and
walk to me. Lizzie takes one hand, Daisy takes the other, and we walk back into the room
that holds a piece of our hearts. The room where their father lies, with no answers and
no tomorrow.
We stand in that room for four hours while people come up to me and give me their
condolences. I nod my head and play the part of the grieving wife. I am the grieving wife,
but I’m also the wife whose husband didn’t love her enough to just be with her. The wife
who knew her husband was slipping away but couldn’t catch it in time. The wife he said
he would love and protect. The wife who stands here between his girls wishing that for
one second he suffered horribly. The wife who has to pick up the fucking pieces and lie
to her girls about what a great guy he was. The wife who, at the end of the day, just
wasn’t good enough.
We listen as people tell us how amazing he was, how much he loved his family, and how
much he loved his girls. The whole time, I’m yelling on the inside, ready to stand in the
middle of the room, throw my head back, and yell at the top of my lungs. But I don’t do
what I want. I don’t tell them what a fraud my husband was. I don’t tell them that it was
almost all lies. I don’t tell them that the day he died, they called his other wife and not
me. I don’t tell them that I wasn’t the one with him when he died.
I stand here thinking about this other person—his other wife—and wonder how she
would handle this. How she would be with my in-laws. Would she just let them control
her and do everything for her? Would she want it to be open and weep for him beside
the casket instead of standing next to it?
I look around the room at all the people who came to pay their respects, and my eyes
find someone I’ve never met before. Someone I’ve never seen before, and our eyes
connect. His green eyes stare into mine as I watch him nod to me and turn to walk out.
As he walks out of the crowded room, I strain my neck to watch his back. I don’t have
long to think because Elliot comes up and whispers, “It’s time.”
Giveaway
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About the Author
When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…
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