Blurb
I married the bad boy from Brooklyn.
The one with the tattoos and the look in his eyes that told me he was bad news.
The look that comes with all sorts of warnings.
I knew what I was doing.
I knew by the way he put his hands on me; how he owned me with his forceful touch.
I couldn’t say no to him, not that I wanted to. That was then, and it seems like forever ago.
Years later, I’ve grown up and moved on. But he’s still the man I married. Dangerous in ways I don’t like to think about. Sexy as sin, he attracts all the wrong kinds of temptations.
The kind that lands a couple like us in the gossip columns.
The kind that’s unforgivable.
The kind that splits up marriages.
I did this to myself. I knew better than to love him.
And now I’m fucked.
I married the bad boy from Brooklyn. And I don’t know how to survive this.
I'm not sure which was a bigger physical blow while reading: the harrowing poetry which echoed with pain or the story that seeps into you and fills the cracks in your heart only to expand them and then seep into your bones leaving your heart ripped apart and your bones aching in pain.
Damaged is the demise of a relationship but has a love so strong that it physically causes pain to think about the crumbling relationship. A Love SO strong that no matter what happens you will be crushed.
Love isn't the problem. They are. Damaged maybe how you see this ending but damaged is all I can see as it is beginning.
I'm not going to sugar coat this:
Willow Winters had me with tears welling up (by page two, I think). A few pages later, she had me with tears streaming down my face. Kat and Evan had me outright crying. I actually had to stifle a sobbing gasp. This book feeds on any insecurities you might have. You could easily transplant yourself in this situation. I finished this book lying in bed and was afraid I was going to lash out at my husband.
It reads like an intense dream. It reads like you are watching it happen but you drift into the character's consciousness. I don't even know if that makes sense but it's how I felt. I felt like I could be Kat. It was absolutely easy to feel her heartbreak and pain. It oozes out of this book. Each word a stabbing to your heart, lungs, and kidneys. The pain becomes unbearable and then Evan...
I will freely admit that once Kat had me in the first two pages, I wanted to string him up by his balls. I wanted voodoo dolls, and a roasting spit. I was willing to tar, feather, or have red ants eat him alive. But Evan, poor Evan, is in pain. He isn't an evil man. He isn't immune to the pain...so I just couldn't help it when I hugged him. When I willingly comforted him....
Because I, too, am damaged.
Gahhh, this book is intense. No other way to say it. It will cause a reaction out of you. It will make you feel. It will leave you Damaged.
reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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Prepare yourself for heartbreak whilst reading because this story will gut you.
Kat and Evan are married and do love each other but their story is peppered with secrets lies and betrayals. We get a ringside seat to their imploding relationship but with so little communication between them, I can’t see a way for them to fix things.
A deeply emotional story that has left me with so many questions roll on book two.
reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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Willow Winters is so happy to be a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and #1 Contemporary Bestselling Romance Author. She likes her action hot and her bad boys hotter. She certainly doesn’t hold back on either one in her writing!
Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.
In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
Willow started writing after having her little girl, Evie, December 2015. All during her pregnancy with Evie she continued to read and she only wanted to read romance. She was reading a book a day — sometimes two.
In January 2016 Willow was staying up late with Evie and just thinking of all these stories. They came to her constantly so she finally sat down and just started writing. She always wanted to do it so she figured, why not? Today Willow cannot be happier for making that decision!
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