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382 pages, ebook
First published July 28, 2014
"I never wanted to sacrifice my self-worth and dreams. I never wanted to settle."Sydney is spending some time housesitting for her aunt and uncle in Palo Alto. Spend a year house-sitting. Save some money for grad school, and then start back towards living her dream of being an art curator. That is the plan. Then she meets Lautner Sullivan (swoony sigh) and questions everything she thought she knew.
"Boy meets girl. Boy physically feels like he's gasping for air because the girl before him is just stunning,absolutely...breathtaking."
"I was not jealous!" I yell in a high pitched voice.
"Uh...your striptease was entitled
'Where Lautner's hand will never be again
if he doesn't keep them off Dr. Skank.'"
"I left you in a hot mess this morning and you need to be serviced." His voice drips of confidence or most likely arrogance.Yeaaaaaaaaaah that's what I'm talking about!
"What? No, that's not...um..."
"Sorry, babe. I didn't realize just how tightly wound you would be by now. Damn, you can't even form a coherent thought. Get naked, I'll see you in ten."
"Lau-"
He hung up on me!
“I. Love. You. Period. It’s a goddamn soul-shattering love that will never, ever be matched. My love for you is unapologetic and forever.”Words fail me with this book. I ought to be pissed. The author reeled me in with Sydney’s comedic antics while she’s being wooed by sexy Dr. Lautner Sullivan. For the most part, I smiled and swooned my way through the first half of the book. Mid-way through, however, it’s as if a switch gets flipped and the tone takes a dramatic turn. Things become complicated, serious, and heartbreaking. And by heartbreaking I mean lump-in-throat, stomach-in-knots, yank-your-heart-out, and stomp-on-it painful. The worst part is the angst lasts throughout the entire second half, and yet I couldn’t put the book down. It’s like being unable to drive past a car wreck without looking or having a mosquito bite you can’t stop scratching. The way the plot is orchestrated is classic bait and switch and I probably should be pissed—but I’m not because the story is so painfully beautiful.