Hated my shallowness, my foolishness, at loving the way his square, hard jaw ticked when he fought a smile. I hated him so much it made me sick to my stomach that I loved the way he looked, on and off the field. But now, of course, I’ve spiraled into a void I can’t get out of, because literally no other book is going to compare now. Which is the best kind of predicament to be in, naturally, for a book DEVOURER such as me.

It was like there weren’t enough words, yet they were all so perfect no more could be said.

I loved The Kiss Thief-more than was safe for my own health-but when I picked up this book? It sang to my soul and dragged me down into the watery grave of obsession, because I literally could not get enough of each word spoken on every page. “It’s a hard job, but someone’s gotta do it.” “I’m just not sure how you can be both nice and compassionate and a terrible asshole all at the same time,” I muttered. Bravo for being the first and ONLY author to write a book that broke through a sickness induced word coma. THAT is the work of something larger than myself, and I love this author for it. Somehow, even though the words didn’t go to my brain fast enough, this story broke through the fog and STILL gave me feels that were unparalleled to any NA I’ve read in recent memory. The words are fuzzy, my brain doesn’t compute quick enough, feels are lost when they would have slayed me any other normal day. I was extremely sick with a savage head cold my Little gave me, and I generally can’t read when such occasions occur. Turns out? This woman is a wizard, and I am under her spell.

My Grandma once told me that love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances. Thus began my journey through a book I didn’t think I could possibly love, leading to a curiosity that couldn’t be satiated until I got my hands on another of this author’s books-Is this woman my NA soulmate? I’d been ignoring it with good reason (that reason being that I’m always always always let down by contemporary NA, it seems), but decided why not? I trust my friend. Not so long ago a friend insisted I read The Kiss Thief. That should deter me from chasing her, but it doesn’t. The woman who knows my darkest secret, and the daughter of the cheap Help we hired to take care of our estate. She paid the price.Įmilia LeBlanc is completely off-limits, my best friend’s ex-girlfriend. Ten years ago, she barged into my life unannounced and turned everything upside down. Now, he came for me in New York, and he isn’t leaving until he takes me with him. Ten years ago, he made me run away from the small town where we lived. A bully and a savior, a monster and a lover. They say love and hate are the same feelings experienced under different circumstances, and it’s true.The man who comes to me in my dreams also haunts me in my nightmares.

Sinners of saint vicious