How do you fix a love that’s been broken beyond repair?
For years, Cassie Taylor tried to forget about Ethan Holt. He was the one great love of her life, and when he failed to return her love, a part of her died forever. Or so she thought. Now she and Ethan are sharing a Broadway stage, and he’s determined to win her back. Claiming to be a changed man, he’s finally able to say all the things she needed to hear years ago, but can she believe him? What makes this time different from all his other broken promises?
Ethan knows he can’t change their tumultuous past, but if he’s going to have any chance of being with the woman he loves, he’ll need to convince Cassie that her future belongs with him.
Don’t miss this stunning conclusion to the unforgettable love story that captivated over two million fans online.
I don’t know why I was so surprised when I started this book that I would end up staying up late reading and then finish it in 36 hours. I mean, if you check out the reviews that both Tamie and I did for the first book, Bad Romeo, the characters and story are so amazing and addictive that why wouldn’t the conclusion of their love story be any different?
So the first book ends with Ethan at Cassie’s front door wanting more than just entrance into her apt.
As I stand in my hallway, staring at the front door that reverberates with my former lover’s knocks, it occurs to me that even though Kintsugi is a noble concept, it doesn’t change the truth that once something is broken, it can never be anything else. Beautiful repair, no matter how elegant, doesn’t make it whole again. It’s still just a collection of pieces impersonating its former shape.
Judging from his soul-baring e-mail this morning, which included an epic declaration of love. I believe Ethan wants to repair me. Ironic, considering he was the one who broke me in the first place.
The opening scene would lead you to believe that this story is full of angst and tears. There is some of that, but this is Leisa. She knows how to write about more than that. She does UST very very well and throws in humor to keep us laughing and lightening the mood.
Another scene that reps Leisa’s talents just mentioned:
He unbuttons my shirt and pushes it open. Then he closes his eyes and whispers, “Please, God, let Marco tell me to freeze my hands on her boobs. Please.”
“That’s not in the blocking for this part.”
He glares down at me, “Quiet, woman. I’m conversing with a higher being. Don’t distract him with unhelpful logic.”
Lighting assistants rush around side stage as Holt lowers me until I’m settled fully onto his crotch. Once again, I give him the eyebrow.
“What?” His innocent act has gotten better over the years, but it doesn’t fool me. “It’s easier to hold you like this.”
“That’s because I’m resting on your erection.”
“I know. It’s like a shelf.”
I shake my head. “You have zero shame, you know that?’
“That’s not true. I have a great deal of shame. I’ve just given it the day off. I’ve been working it hard recently, and now it’s all exhausted and needs to recuperate.”
“Unlike your penis.”
“He rarely needs to recuperate. Not around you, anyway.”
What I think is the main difference between this book and the first is that like the title implies, it’s Cassie that feels broken and not worthy of Ethan’s love.
We continue to get flashbacks of their relationship while studying at The Grove, and we even get glimpses of Ethan’s entries in his journals from that time. Cassie finally gets to see things from his perspective and realizes that she might be able to forgive him and maybe even herself. Can first love that went to hell-in-a-handbasket be found again?
Honestly as readers, we get to see Ethan in a better light through Cassie’s eyes. Not that I needed any reason to not be more in love with Ethan Holt…
Daniel Sharman is my Ethan Holt
~This man represents so many things to me. He was my first true friend. My first love. First lover. The master of more pleasure than I knew existed, and the architect of more heartache than I thought I could endure.
~“You’ve met me, right? I’m Ethan. Late-night drunk-dialer. Compulsive ass-groper. Shameless boob-ogler. Forever-erect-in-your-presence serial masturbator. How the hell could I possibly outgrow that? If anything, it’s gotten worse over the years. Did you not just witness me coming from you fondling my cock for less than three minutes?”
I think that I’ve gushed enough now, so just read both books and fall in love with two characters that will make you laugh and cry both angsty and happy tears.
Because Ethan listens to Radiohead, I was compelled to as well.
High and Dry by Radiohead
I give this book 5 laugh until I cry stars and put it on my “books that own me” and “top shelf fantastic reads” shelf on Goodreads.
***I was given an advanced copy of this book for an honest review from Net Galley and the publisher. The excerpts and quotes are from that version.***