The irresistible, blazing-hot sequel to New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams's Forgiving Lies.
Rachel is supposed to be planning her wedding to Kash, the love of her life. After the crazy year they've had, she's ready to settle down and live a completely normal life. Well, as normal as it can be. But there's something else waiting—something threatening to tear them apart.
Kash is ready for it all with Rach. Especially if all includes having a football team of babies with his future wife. With his line of work, he knows how short life can be, and doesn't want to waste another minute of theirs. But now his past as an undercover narcotics agent has come back to haunt him ... and it's the girl he loves who's caught in the middle.
Trent Cruz's orders are clear: take the girl. But there's something about this girl that has him changing the rules and playing a dangerous game to keep her safe. When his time as Rachel's protector runs out, he will turn his back on the only life he's known, and risk everything, if it means getting her out alive.
Rachel is supposed to be planning her wedding to Kash, the love of her life. After the crazy year they've had, she's ready to settle down and live a completely normal life. Well, as normal as it can be. But there's something else waiting—something threatening to tear them apart.
Kash is ready for it all with Rach. Especially if all includes having a football team of babies with his future wife. With his line of work, he knows how short life can be, and doesn't want to waste another minute of theirs. But now his past as an undercover narcotics agent has come back to haunt him ... and it's the girl he loves who's caught in the middle.
Trent Cruz's orders are clear: take the girl. But there's something about this girl that has him changing the rules and playing a dangerous game to keep her safe. When his time as Rachel's protector runs out, he will turn his back on the only life he's known, and risk everything, if it means getting her out alive.
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What an edge of your seat, nail biting conclusion to this series! My goodness I really wasn't sure which way this story was going to go! My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking at certain parts!
We pick up where Forgiving Lies ends, there are a few little flashbacks as to what led up to the end of the first book. But damn. I wanted to cry right along with poor Kash when Rachel was kidnapped. I wanted to hate the man that took her, but he ended up stealing a little piece of my heart as well.
I loved Kash and Rachel as a couple in the first book, I do love me a good love triangle story though, and Trent was an interesting little monkey wrench thrown into their lives. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and read it in a day. Sad to see these characters leave us, but the story definitely leaves the reader in a good place, all I's dotted and T's crossed.
~ Review by Erin
“Rach, do you really need this many
shoes?” I watched as she unpacked the third box in our closet, and wondered how
any person could ever have a need for that many pairs of shoes.
Her hand stopped
mid-way to the shelf with another pair, and her bright blue glare turned on me.
I took a step back.
“Are you actually
asking me that right now?”
“Say no,” my dad
whispered from behind me. “Course he wasn’t, Rachel. He’s just mad that he
won’t have anywhere to put his sparkly hooker heels.”
Rachel laughed and
went back to putting her dozens of shoes away. “No worries about that one,
Rich. I put them up already, they even have their own little place away from
everything so they don’t get ruined.”
My mom pushed
through Dad and me to get into the closet with an armful of clothes to hang up.
“Really, Logan. Give the girl a break, I have more shoes than this.”
“Oh, Marcy! I
forgot to tell you—”
“Is this gonna be
a long story?” Dad drawled, cutting Rachel off.
“Actually, it is,”
she snapped right back with a playful smirk. “So get comfy!” As soon as she
launched into her story about whatever the hell those two always talked
excitedly about, my dad turned and gave me a shove.
“Have I taught you
nothing when it comes to women?” he asked softly.
“What? That’s a
shit ton of shoes!” I hissed, and looked back to see her pull more out. I swear
to Christ this last box was like Mary Poppins’ purse. It was a never-ending pit
of shoes.
“Okay, we’re gonna
do this quick and easy. One, your woman can never have too many shoes, clothes,
purses, or jewelry. Two, it doesn’t matter if you know you’re right—because
God knows your mother is wrong about … well … just about everything—but
it doesn’t matter. They are always right.
Just say a simple, ‘Yes sweetheart, I’m sorry I’m a dumbass’ and you’ll be
fine. Three, them asking if they look okay is a trick question. Because, let’s
face it, even if we think it’s the ugliest shirt we’ve ever seen, it’s probably
in style and we wouldn’t know either way. So they always look amazing, remember that word.”
I laughed. Rachel
could wear a sack and I would think she looked amazing. Or she could wear
nothing … I preferred her in nothing. I cleared my throat, and had to look away
from Rachel when I started picturing her naked.
“Four, and
probably the most important if you want to keep your manhood, do not ever ask if she is PMS-ing. No matter
what. Might as well dig your own grave if you do that.”
Too late. I was always asking Rach if
that was why she was in a bad mood. And if I was right, there was no way in
hell I was going to tell her I was in the wrong. She could bitch about it if
she wanted, but I wasn’t going to go easy on her for the sake of getting out of
an argument. Arguing with her was one of my favorite things.
Nodding, I slapped
my dad’s shoulder and smiled. “Thanks, Dad, I’ll remember all that.”
“… have to go back
and see if they’re still there.” Mom was excited about something, and from the
look of it, Rachel was too.
“Yeah, we do!
Anyway, I just had to tell you about that, I knew you’d flip,” Rach mumbled as
she flattened the last box of shoes. Thank God Mary Poppins’ box had officially
emptied out.
“That was a lovely story,”—Dad drawled
again—“and you tell it so well, with such enthusiasm.”
Mom rolled her
eyes and shook her head as she smiled, and Rachel just looked at my dad like
she was about to let him have it. At the last second, her head jerked back.
“Wait. Forrest Gump … really, Rich?
You’re using Forrest Gump quotes to
insult me?”
“You have met your
match, honey!” Mom cheered, and Dad just huffed in annoyance toward them, but
shot me a wink.
“She doesn’t put
up with your bullshit or mine. Son, I’m telling you, you better hold on tight
to that one.”
“I will, Dad.
Rach, are you done with the shoes?”
“I’m not sure. If
you bring up my shoes again, I could probably sit here and re-arrange them,
maybe set them up by color, size of the heel, and length of the boot.”
“Woman, get out of
the damn closet. I have to put this up, and if you coordinate your shoes, I
swear to you they will be in a pile on the floor the next time you come in
here.”
“Logan Kash Ryan!”
Mom chided at the same time Rachel swore, “I will gut you.”
My little Sour
Patch. So fucking cute when she’s threatening my life.
“Wait, what are
you putting up?” she asked as she walked out of the closet that was big enough
for a car.
“Fake wall.”
“Uh. Why?”
“Kind of like a
really cheap safe room. Actually, that’s a lie. It’s just for you to hide
behind if someone were to break in or something.”
She laughed loudly
and kissed my throat. “Kash, really? You’re being just a little bit paranoid.
We’re not putting up a fake wall.”
Before she could
move away, I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Babe. I almost
lost you once, I’ll be working shitty hours and there will be a lot of nights you’re
here alone. This is for my peace of mind, don’t be difficult.”
“Nothing is going
to—”
“Rachel, stop.
We’re putting up the wall.”
“You’re being
paranoid!”
I kissed her hard
once before pushing her gently away. “I probably am, but I don’t care. With all
the clothes hung up, you won’t even notice it’s there. And if something
happens, it’s there for you to hide behind. I love you, but I’m getting my way
on this, okay?”
She rolled her eyes
and gave my mom a look that Mom clearly understood since she started laughing.
“All right, Kash. If you want to put up the fake wall to help you sleep at
night—err,
to keep you happy when you’re away—then have at it.”
Molly grew up in California but now lives in the oh-so-amazing state of Texas with her husband and furry four-legged daughters. When she's not diving into the world of her characters, some of her hobbies include hiking, snowboarding, traveling, and long walks on the beach … which roughly translates to being a homebody with her hubby and dishing out movie quotes. She has a weakness for crude-humored movies, fried pickles and loves curling up in a fluffy comforter during a thunderstorm ... or under one in a bathtub if there are tornados. That way she can pretend they aren't really happening.
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