More like 3.75 ⭐️’s because I’m petty like that, but let me explain. The storyline itself is off the hook!!! So, so, SO good!!! However!!!! I felt so disconnected from both characters, it was wild. I wanted to believe in their connection, I really did, but I failed to feel it. The transition from different parts of their lives to others was abrupt, and, in all honesty, a little annoying. The first almost half of the book takes place in the past where we learn how the characters met as kids, and how their initial friendship turned into love before tragedy struck. Now it’s thirteen years later, and they reconnect. There was some emotion there, but I felt that there wasn’t enough of it given the circumstances. The girl became slightly annoying in how she allowed others to manipulate her while telling them that she knew they were doing it. It was just weird, that whole part. And I got no closure on her setting them straight at the end either. It was very anticlimactic in a way. I kept on waiting for her to get insanely mad, for them to grovel a little, especially the sister (OMG the sister!!!), but there was none of that. Then I kept on waiting for him to go wild and want to destroy these people too for what they’d done. But nothing. Crickets. I mean, he got a little mad and yelled once or twice, but, eh, it didn’t rock my world.
With all that being said, I’d definitely recommend you read book 1, Clutch, before you get to this one. There’s a lot of useful information there and it will help you feel a little more connected to the story here.
Review by Dana Hoffman
Series: Trojan #2
Author: S.M. West
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 12, 2020
Reverb - noun: an echo like force or effect.
My life is a cliché.
Rags to riches. A bad boy rock star. Everyone loves me.
On the outside, it looks like I have it all but nothing is further from the truth.
I died at eighteen. Lost the only thing I ever wanted.
At rock bottom, music becomes my life support and sometimes, it isn’t enough.
Then, out of nowhere, she shows up. A crash cart to my near-still heart.
Reunited, we struggle with the realization that the past is littered with lies and betrayal.
And worst of all, what tore us apart is determined to keep it that way.
Even as my heart beats strong and steady with the hope of our future, is it too late for us?
I’m filthier than ever and she’s no longer mine, but I’ll fight for her anyway.
We belong together, and I’ll prove them wrong.
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We’re at that point, the one just before explosion, on the brink of insanity, and while I should walk away because there’s so much still to say, so much she doesn’t know that could change everything, I simply can’t. I can no longer resist.
Eva flattens her hands on my chest and leans in, tracing the tip of her tongue over my bottom lip. I quake, feeling it to my soul.
“Kiss me like time doesn’t exist.”
Her demand sends my head spinning and goosebumps puckering along my flesh. All I can think about is tasting her. I grasp her waist, and her hands slip behind my head, fingers threading into my hair.
Inching closer, I let her invade my doubts, eradicate my shame as her breath coasts over my mouth. “Give me your lips.”
My mouth meets hers. So, so soft and warm. Her taste and smell are heavenly, and my eyes flutter closed. Eliminating the final, infinitesimal distance between us, I draw her in. My tongue slides into her mouth again, running along hers, and I can’t get enough.
I suck on her tongue as she presses harder against my body, and my hands round to her ass, hoisting her into my arms. Her toned, slender legs wrap around me.
Moving to the bed, I bend my knees and sit, and she settles into my lap, kissing me endlessly. So fucking good. Her fingernails dig into my scalp, and I groan against her mouth.
My heart pounds in my chest and I gaze down at Eva, the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.
“Do you remember us? Sneaking off to grab moments alone whenever we could?” I’m unable to contain my sexy grin at the memories. “Always wanting to get lost in each other. How fucking perfect we fit together? Me inside you.”
She nods shyly, big warm brown eyes filled with trust and love. Even unworthy of her adoration, I feel like a fucking king.
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S.M. West writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and whatever her heart desires. She’s a self-professed junkie of many things and is always planning her next adventure!