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Blurb
“Don’t Look Back in Anger”
In one night, I lost five years of my
life. Here’s what I know …
I was homeless.
I’m a recovering drug addict.
My inked skin crawls from lustful eyes.
I have a serious aversion to women.
My gay partner is a home wrecker.
I own a gun and I’m a damn good shot.
I’m a makeup artist, but it’s an insult
to my talent.
I’ve never wanted to possess anything
except my Ducati … until I met Darby.
Now here’s what I know since that day in
the ER when she pieced me back together … nothing—but a few random thoughts.
My new “friend” is distracting, clingy,
and obsessed with acronyms, emojis, and phrases like “breakfast soul mates.”
I didn’t want to like her, but she
crawled under my skin and swallowed me whole. Now we’re best friends and she’s
my new addiction. I'd drink her from a shot glass, snort her up my nose, or
inject her into my veins if I could. What I won’t do … is ever tell her that.
She doesn’t know me … I don’t know me.
When those missing years come back, I think she will hate me … I think I will
hate me.
My parents named me Patrick Roth, and
this is my story.
Review:
Patrick
“Trick” Roth is a recovering addict with amnesia. He remembers being homeless
and his parents disappearing one day, but not much else until he wakes in the
hospital after being hit by a car. Eight years later, he avoids people in
general, women specifically. He doesn’t know why, but just doesn’t trust them.
Darby
Carmichael never had friends. Her low self-esteem and introversion always kept
her on the outskirts. It doesn’t help that her father hates her for killing her
mother at birth. All she’s ever wanted was acceptance and love, but she’s shy
and doesn’t trust men.
Can
these two wounded people give each other what they need to heal? If Trick
regains his memory, will it destroy his life? You HAVE TO read this book and
find out!
“Trick’s
on the phone!’ My vagina blushes, a slow drool flows across her lips.”
Holy
hell this book was fantastic. I couldn’t put it down because I had to know what
was going to happen next, but at the same time I didn’t ever want it to end.
This book is unlike anything I’ve ever read. The attraction between these two
characters, the deceit, the mystery, the humor and the sex combine to make a
fantastic story! Best of all, a new favorite catch phrase has come to be,
“Come.” Wow, I melt every time Trick says it! “Lovely, there goes my dry
panties!” Darby is so insecure; her inner dialogue is downright funny! Trick is
a cocky, sexy, and vulnerable all at the same time. The only negative about the
book is the time line. It is hard to make sense of when he lost his memory, and
towards the end he makes a comment about how long it has been since he has seen
his parents (15 years) but that doesn’t add up to how old he should be at the
time when he says it. I’m obsessional when it comes to the time line of the
plot making sense. This is the first book I’ve read by this author, but it will
not be the last. ABSOLUTLY FANTASTIC!!! I give this book 5 stars with 4 hands
down the pants. (I want a Trick)
“Are
you standing on my pasta?”
~Bookaholic
Mama
Excerpt
“Ahh!” I scream as the closet door opens.
My heart explodes and I nearly wet myself. I shuffle my feet against the floor,
scooting as far in the corner as I can, hugging my knees to my chest.
“Come.”
I shake my head, holding my breath.
His lip twitches. Then, with what can
only be described as a scene from a horror movie, he grabs my ankles and drags
… he fucking drags me out of the
closet. “Trick!”
Hoisting me over his shoulder, he smacks
my ass so hard I yelp. “I’m thinking sofa.”
“Trick! Stop!” I scream, kicking and
flailing as he carries me downstairs. As I pound my fists against his back,
something catches my eyes. He has the ties to both my satin and terrycloth
robes partially tucked into the waistband of his shorts along with one of his
belts.
OH SHIT!
He sets me down with my ass backed up to
the sofa, my chest heaving, eyes wide.
“Do you love me?”
I swallow and nod.
“Do you trust me?”
My gaze falters.
“Darby?” He lifts my chin with his
finger.
“Do. You. Trust. Me?”
Another swallow, another nod.
“Good.” He lifts my yoga top over my
head, wetting his lips as he stares at my breasts. Then he pulls down my pants,
leaving me naked. His lips skim up my legs, stopping at my sex, but all he does
is just breathe out causing my legs to pinch closer together. Then he inhales.
Standing, he watches me—daring me to run again.
About the Author:
Jewel E Ann
Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky
sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she
took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her
three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few
books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and
three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable
reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one
tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock
climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of
course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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