Finding You Review

Neva has really bad night terrors, ten years later after her fathers death, they haunt her to a point where waking from them is difficult.  Logan is the only one that seems to know how to pull her out of them, to rescue her from herself.  She is not totally broken but seems to lack the courage to face what scares her the most.  She is at collage with her brother Tate and his best friend Logan, who has been a fixture in her life sense Neva was a child, there for the worst time in her families life.

Angel Walker is the man that is interested in Neva, willing to make a move and stake claim on her.  While he is all hot a mysterious I could not shake the feeling that something is really wrong here.  I knew right away that he may be falling for Neva as well but...I just could not put my finger on why I just felt that he was all wrong for her.  I will let you decide.

Logan is a man whore, who is nothing but loving to her. He has been best friends with Neva's brother Tate for years. He is always there right when Neva needs him.  While he is out sleeping with lots of different women, his connection to Neva is never faltering.  I never thought that it was a big brother type of connection that they both had, no there was something there that they never faced.

"I will always keep you safe from your demons Nev, weather they are in your nightmares of too close for you to see."

Gosh I just fell in love with Logan, forget that he sleeps around a lot...the man has the BIGGEST heart in the world when it comes to Neva.

I just want to add that I loved all the characters in the book, her mother and then there was her roommate Low, who understood her so well and loved her as they were sisters.

So if this isn't a book of love triangles.....NO.....it's the mother book of love triangles.  It pulled me in and I connected to all the characters, it was not overly dramatic...it was just right.

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HOLY MOTHER OF CLIFFHANGERS!  I JUST ABOUT DIED, I CAN NOT BELIEVE WHAT I JUST READ.  GAME ON SISTER.  Thanks for the heart attack ending.  Totally worth the wait though.  So go read the book, prepare for the ending and hope that we get the next book soon.   5 fucking stars right here.......

Synopsis

'I will always take care of you'

My pain started when I was just ten years old, it was the day my mom got that dreaded phone call. Life has never been the same.... 'I will always protect you' I am all kinds of broken.... I have known Logan White since forever, he is my brothers best friend and my secret protector. I used to have nightmares that drew me into a dark place and when the nightmares got too much, Logan was by my side. The nightmares are few and far between now, but my life is centered around the tragedy of my past. Logan is the definition of 'man whore', with girls lining around the block to drop their panties at the click of his fingers. But after an unexpected moment things change. Now Logan is somebody else; hot, sexy and so damn delicious and I want to know him. Desperately. But then there is Angel Walker who is far from the angelic nature of his name, with eyes so hypnotic that I lose my inhabitation’s just by staring into them. But he is a broken man who just screams sin. He doesn't want to protect me or care for me, He just wants me. Do I want the man who can cut through all of my pain or the man who could cause me more? Fists will fly, hearts will shatter and desire will be fueled.  

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Excerpt

Ten white petals... Thud. One yellow centre... Thud. One...thud. Two...thud. Three...thud. I can feel hands around my throat, my breathing becoming shallow as I try to scream on the inside, not knowing if my own nightmare filled with the demons of my past will kill me while I sleep. My heartbeat roaring as it pounded relentlessly, leaving a ringing sensation in my ears. The smell of antiseptic so potent against my nostrils suddenly hit me, it was so strong that I could taste it in the back of my throat. The pressure around my neck slackened enough for me to get my bearings, I was back on the bridge again, pinned to the wooden slabs by someone or something I couldn't see nor describe. There was no where to go, I was trapped on the bridge that lead to no where, keeping me forever in the darkness, never to see the light again. I could taste the fear in my throat drowning out the antiseptic, I could feel my fear pouring into my gut as my body absorbed it, it was in my bones, in my soul. The fear in the air caused me to look back at demon above me, a black and smoky silhouette figure towering over my tiny frame, I could never make out who or what the demon was, but I knew I should fear it. The grip around my neck tightened once more, my hands trying to reach for anything to help free me, but there was nothing, there was always nothing. I could see the bridge clearly but I could never feel it against my skin, just the subconscious pressure of it against my back, a mixture of pressure and the feeling of floating. “Stop, please. No!” I wanted to scream but my vision was becoming blurred as my head swam with weightlessness. Images projected against the dark shadow of the demon above me, a car severely damaged, flashing blue lights and screaming, organized chaos. I thought I was going to die, I was ready just to let go, but I never died in my nightmares, I just hung on the edge, the demon making me remember. Suddenly the nightmare slowly started to release me, the twisted dark depths of my past slowly fading into a painful reminder of what was cruelly taken, what I would never get back. Thud...my heart slamming against my chest. Thud...my throat constricting tightly. Thud...my lungs burning with every breath. Thud. Thud. Thud. My lids were heavy, so heavy that I didn't think I could open my eyes. "Come back to me" A familiar soothing voice wrapped around around my mind, trying to release me of my own painful imprisonment. I tried desperately to speak to the voice, wanting them to pull me out from the torture that held me captive within my own mind, my tongue heavy and my mouth dry. My skin becoming saturated with sweat, my toes curling as if in pain, my heart heavy with unrelenting sadness. The light was almost to much to bare as I finally managed to open my eyes, squinting as the light penetrated my pupils, burning right through me. There was a figure above me once more, but it wasn't dark and twisted like the demons in my nightmares, it was home. I'm home.

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S.K. Hartley is a mother, wife, avid reader and writer based in the not so sunny North West of England. You can find her either glued to her computer desk, in the library (yes they still exist) or floating around her favorite authors book signings!

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