“You should have on a life jacket.”
“When I kayak or when I ride my motorcycle?” I ask.
He tries not to smile, but he does. “Pissed, huh?”
“Observant, aren’t you?”
“Motorcyclists are twenty-five percent more likely to die and five times more likely to be injured than a passenger in a car,” he says.
“You looked that up just to lecture me, didn’t you?”
“Not the point,” he says. “No more motorcycle.”
Did he really think he could go all alpha male on me? Usually, it would be hot as all-get-out to see a man in control, dominant, but right now alpha equals asshole! Note to self — I should do a blog post on that. Where have all the good alphas gone? “Who do you think you are?” I say, walking away. “You’re not my husband or my father. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t let my father or husband order me around like this.”
His fingers lightly touch my elbow. It isn’t a grab. I barely feel it, and as quickly as he touched me, it’s over. “I’m a doctor. I’ve seen what . . .”
“You’re a gynecologist! You’ve seen what a motorcycle can do to a vagina?”
Oh God, I’m in trouble. He’s got the dirtiest look in his eye. “I’d imagine the vibration would feel pretty damn good.”
I can’t help it and bust out laughing. “You are impossible.”
“And it’s the law to carry a life vest for every person in a kayak,” he says.
“I like order.”
“Ordering people around,” I say.
“Only certain people,” he says.
Don’t ask me why, but the thought of him “ordering” me around made my legs clench together, or maybe it was the mention of vibrations. Either way, the idea of him taking control of my body didn’t sound bad to me at all. It would be nice to not think so damn much all the time and just feel something good for a change.
I’ve enjoyed more than my fair share of emotional reads but this one is stacked with all the feels. Every scene delivered pure beauty and raw pain. I have never felt so invested in a story and it’s characters so quickly. These two individuals had been dealt very heavy portions of how impossibly difficult life can be. How their journeys are eerily similar yet vastly different was fantastically executed. I just cannot get over the endless thought and effort this book clearly took to write. I greatly appreciate this author’s talent and willingness to share such an extraordinary novel with us.
Halloween five years ago will always be an extremely painful reminder of what Annalyse and Holt lost. Two separate tragedies severely impacted this two strangers on the same date. These horrific instances have left them shattered, broken, closed off, and incapable of moving forward. For five years Holt and Annalyse have felt isolated and alone… until the night they meet. They can’t help the irreplaceable bond that instantly forms between them. Their connection is created from pain, built on grief, but given strength by the potential of love.
The unique layout of this novel is just another spectacular aspect that sets it apart from the rest. I love the sections from Holt’s past because they fill in the unknown gaps at the perfect time. Annalyse’s blog posts add a different spin that breaks up the super heavy scenes yet answers some unknowns. I am crazy about every little detail!
The Reason for Me destroyed me in all of the best possible ways and I really hope you give it the proper opportunity to impact your life as well. This is the type of novel you will love getting lost in and have it completely overwhelm you. This is a perfect example of why reading is so amazing!