They say that life is a beautiful lie and death a painful truth. They’re right.
No one has ever made me feel more alive than the guy who serves as a constant reminder that my clock is ticking.
He is my forbidden, shiny apple.
The striking fallacy to my blunt, raw, truth.
He is also my sister’s ex-boyfriend.
One thing you should know before you judge me;
I saw him first. I craved him first. I loved him first.
Eleven years later, he waltzed into my life, demanding a second chance.
Dean Cole wants to be my bronze horseman. My white knight has finally arrived. Hopefully, he isn’t too late.
They say the brightest stars burn out the fastest. They’re right.
She sets my mind on fire.
All smart mouth, snarky attitude and a huge heart.
In a world where everything is dull, she shines like Sirius.
Eleven years ago, fate tore us apart.
This time, I dare it to try.
Getting to her is a battlefield, but man, that’s why they call me Ruckus.
Rosie LeBlanc is about to find out how hard I can fight.
And conquering her will be the sweetest victory.
“It took him fourteen years, but in the end, Jacob won Rachel fair and square. Rachel might not have been blessed by God. Leah was. But here was the thing. Rachel didn’t need to be blessed. She was loved. And unlike justice and life, love is fair. What’s more? Eventually, love was enough. Eventually, it was fucking everything.”
So, this is the story I’ve been WAITING for. I saw it coming, I knew it was coming, but I didn’t know it would turn out like this. Both Rosie and Dean were characters I’ve been watching since the beginning of this series. I was kind of in love with Dean myself, if we’re being honest, and hoped he jumped right out of the book and into my arms 😉
These two, though, truly made my heart flutter. These two never gave into each other, until giving in was all they could do. The push and pull between them (although it frustrated the heck out of me) was a great example of how two strong individuals can use that strength for each other. I have to say, that I was a little frustrated with Rosie. Although I completely empathized with her sickness issues, I felt like she often played the martyr–sacrificing herself for the greater good. Rosie, no matter my frustrations, did have a beautiful heart. And her parents…. *insert angry growl here* don’t even get me started!!
Dean … well, he is an awful jerk sent right from heaven. I know that’s a contradiction, but the man he became was totally what I love to read about. (Although he could’ve done without whoring himself out onto any girl who winked.) I think that he is a direct reflection of his struggles, and for that I believe he became quite admirable. Not to mention that he totally stayed true (only in his heart, not with his … anything else) to Rosie, and once he got her, he kept her.
‘”Say goodbye to this shirt, and anything else another man who isn’t your dad ever gave you. Am I clear?” “You’re awfully possessive,” I complained, glaring at him through sleepy eyes like he was my sun, the moon, and everything worth seeing in the constellation. “That’s because you’re awfully mine.” “And what on Earth would make you think that? The fact that we slept together?” I pretended to laugh, but there was nothing funny about this statement. Or what we just did. “Nah,” he said, his hand moving to the left side of my chest. He placed it over my heart, and squeezed one time. “This thing right here? It fucking beats for me. You know it. I know it. Keep lying, Rosie. I’ll milk the truth out of you. One way or the other.”‘
I swear I highlighted half of this book. How she wove together the thoughts and feelings of these two … wowza! I couldn’t believe the eloquence with which so many facets of their relationship was explained. I’ve never been able to find an exact phrase, or a word, to match up with a feeling, and it was like this was done almost effortlessly. Not to mention the actions that proved their love, although sometimes didn’t seem to shine through, eventually glowed bright.
“I don’t like you. I love you. Even that’s an under-fucking-statement. I live for you. I breathe for you. I will die for you. It. Has. Always. Been. You. Ever since I saw your sorry ass for the first time on that threshold and you fucking poked me in the chest like I was a toy.”
*Swoon* I could go on for days, but I think you get that I loved it. I didn’t start this series loving it, just saying, but as I delved deeper into these characters … well, you can see for yourself.