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CRAVE ME
BESTSELLING AUTHOR M.
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COVER MODEL MITCH
MCKERSIE
COVER DESIGN THE
FINAL WRAP
RELEASE MAY 10TH
They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you're running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also...
My demise.
Colors
blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times
and just like that…
I
saw her face.
As
if she was standing right in front of me.
Smiling.
Happy.
Laughing.
My
whole world…
My
girl.
I
felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting
to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving
to fucking love her.
“I’m
sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested
mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to
believe me.
Aching
for her to love me again like she used to.
I
don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,
subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I
couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It
was too powerful.
It
was too vivid.
I
grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly
followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I
urged with desperation in my tone.
Still
nothing.
I
tried again and again and again.
I
would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To
talk to me.
To
save me.
To
crave me.
Time
just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying
to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!”
she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many
failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi
cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She
ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My
heaven.
“What
do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this
anymore!”
I shut
my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time
where she didn’t hate me.
“I
remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just
happened.
My
nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too
intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I
remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you
remember what my love feels like?”
I
heard her faintly breathing.
“Do
you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you
come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not
forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
Silence.
“I
love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see
that? I’m dying without you.”
“No,
Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say
that.
“The
first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is
goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son
of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.”
More
silence.
“I
had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you
had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.
Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I
saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She
sniffled into the phone.
“I
made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every
last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until
you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I
can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I
kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet
lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.
For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing
I can’t give you.”
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Review
3 stars
**Spoiler alert- if you haven't read the book don't read this review as you will find things about this story the blurb doesn't tell you!!
I'm not sure if personal experience ruined this for me or just the fact that each chapter seemed to repeat the previous one. I lived with an addict and have watched someone I loved go from boy next door to someone who can't function without snorting a line before his feet hit the floor in the morning, someone who looks nothing like the man you fell in love with and acts like a stranger. I lived it, I made my choices and did what I thought was best. That's where I could not connect with Briggs at all, having been there I know what I'd do, she just pissed me off.
I'm one of the few it appears that didn't love this book.
I've read this author before and enjoyed her work but this one I just could not get into.
I understand the story line of addiction has it's ups and downs, that an addict will fall and pick themselves back up sometimes multiple times, but to me the story moved really slow and was quite repetitive.
At first I just couldn't get into the story, I put the book down and came back to it later. The further in I got the more I realized this book just wasn't doing it for me. Austin honestly made me want to beat him to death on numerous occasions, the whole "I love you" every time I screw up thing doesn't work after awhile, and ten years of it was just too much for me.
And Briggs. Hardcore, hard hearted, but weak as a newborn babe when it came to Austin.
Honestly the baby part would have had me finished with him but she still kept enabling, kept hoping things would change without really forcing them to. The fact that she didn't love herself enough to get out drove me nuts.
I get that she loved him but if you love someone that much GET THEM HELP.
Three stars is the best I can do, I honestly did not feel connected to the characters. The repetitiveness of the story made it seem too drawn out and Austin & Brigg's story probably could have held my attention more and easily been told in under 300 pages instead of 428.
Review
3 stars
**Spoiler alert- if you haven't read the book don't read this review as you will find things about this story the blurb doesn't tell you!!
I'm not sure if personal experience ruined this for me or just the fact that each chapter seemed to repeat the previous one. I lived with an addict and have watched someone I loved go from boy next door to someone who can't function without snorting a line before his feet hit the floor in the morning, someone who looks nothing like the man you fell in love with and acts like a stranger. I lived it, I made my choices and did what I thought was best. That's where I could not connect with Briggs at all, having been there I know what I'd do, she just pissed me off.
I'm one of the few it appears that didn't love this book.
I've read this author before and enjoyed her work but this one I just could not get into.
I understand the story line of addiction has it's ups and downs, that an addict will fall and pick themselves back up sometimes multiple times, but to me the story moved really slow and was quite repetitive.
At first I just couldn't get into the story, I put the book down and came back to it later. The further in I got the more I realized this book just wasn't doing it for me. Austin honestly made me want to beat him to death on numerous occasions, the whole "I love you" every time I screw up thing doesn't work after awhile, and ten years of it was just too much for me.
And Briggs. Hardcore, hard hearted, but weak as a newborn babe when it came to Austin.
Honestly the baby part would have had me finished with him but she still kept enabling, kept hoping things would change without really forcing them to. The fact that she didn't love herself enough to get out drove me nuts.
I get that she loved him but if you love someone that much GET THEM HELP.
Three stars is the best I can do, I honestly did not feel connected to the characters. The repetitiveness of the story made it seem too drawn out and Austin & Brigg's story probably could have held my attention more and easily been told in under 300 pages instead of 428.
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