Title: Catching Serenity (Seeking Serenity, #4)
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: March 29th 2016
Plot: It began with a look.
Just one, thrown my way. A mad, dizzying rush of desire cracking across the patio, bouncing around my friends, ignoring everything but the heat bubbling between his eyes and mine.
That’s when Quinn O’Malley came into my life.
We were inevitable.
We were senseless.
He wrecked me.
He saved me.
I still haven’t recovered.
Sayo McIntyre didn’t want the complications that came with Quinn O’Malley.
But life doesn’t care what we want. It gives us what we need.
CATCHING SERENITY is the last full-length novel in the Serenity Series.
This is a multi-media novel with illustrations from RN Laing.
Trigger warnings: real damn life.
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
☆ I received an ARC via the author in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆
Sayo... well, we all are aware of the painful anguish of what her young cousin, Rhea, is going through and how much it pains and antagonizes Sayo internally. She tries to put on a strong front but deep down she is drowning on the inside.
The only true light of this, and or distraction if you look at it, is Quinn who is Declan’s younger brother, and even he is both enlightening as he is destructive to her well-being. That is, especially for an individual on the brink like Sayo, who has been unlucky in love and is not exactly at a good place to embark on a relationship, if you can even call what she and Quinn have initially start off as, in the first place at all.
Quinn, in respect though, is just as lost as Sayo and unknowingly without realizing it, he stubbornly needs her as well and bonds with her over the ailing Rhea.
I really admired the many universal themes that author Eden Butler interweaves into their characters as she engraves something raw and primal and yet captivating. Catching Serenity’s overture of love, loss, friendship, tragedy, heartbreak, healing, and moving on was the epitome of life and its beautiful blessings and demonic lowest of lows.
It’s bittersweet to everything all end, but nevertheless, I was honored to be a part of it!! Such pure heart and emotion!! Definitely, one of my favorites from this series!!
My Rating:
♥♥♥♥♥
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
“Sayo.”
It isn’t a question. It’s not a demand. Somewhere in the middle, something in his tone, there is truth. It reaches across the room, keeps me rooted in place. He’d warned me before, admitted he’d take and give and would offer no apologies. But in this tone of his is something that sounds an awful lot like need, a lot like possession.
I should walk away. No looks back. No second thoughts. Just leave him, leave this warehouse and forget that he ever touched me.
“Sayo,” he says again and this time that voice is closer. He’d moved like a whisper across the room and I hadn’t noticed.
Two steps more and Quinn is behind me. Three more and he rushes forward, forcing me to the wall, bracing myself with my palms flat. “Quinn…”
“No,” he says, leaning against me so I can’t move. “No, love, you stay still and answer a question for me.”
“Back off.”
He does, only to slip his hand to my chest, to slide his fingers under my bra and cup my breasts. “You’re so hot and cold with me, I never know who you’ll be when you come to me.”
Moving my head, I catch Quinn’s gaze over my shoulder. “You never give yourself to me, O’Malley. Never.”
He shifts, withdraws his hands to twist me around by the hips, not leaving much room between us, still holding me to the wall. “You might not like what you see in the real me. I don’t much like him myself…”
If I thought he’d continue his awkward interrogation, I was wrong. His grip lessens, his body relaxing into mine and suddenly he moves his forehead against mine, breath hot over my face, smelling of warm beer.
“You want him? The blonde? You want to be rid of me, Sayo?”
“Quinn…” I try, wishing he didn’t smell quite so good. Wishing that I didn’t remember how much I love the way his arms wrap around me, how the stubble from his face tickles my chest when he rubs it there. I wish I knew how to walk away, to take what had happened between us for the lesson it was.
I wish I didn’t want him so badly.
“Quinn…” I try again but he stands too close, feels too close and then our defenses weaken, they crumble and his mouth is on mine, his hands, mine, are everywhere, insisting, skilled, aching.
Bodies molding together.
Skin to skin, no room for regret.
There is only this sensation. This man. This moment.
Quinn touches me, takes me to floor, barely shoving my jeans off, hardly moving his pants down his hips before he hovers over me, sliding his hard dick against me.
“You don’t want this anymore?” he asks, his breath shaking, his hands sure as he guides himself over my pussy. “Can you walk away from this, love?” He slips inside me in one fluid thrust and I gasp, gripping hold of his shoulders as he kisses up my neck. “Because I damn well can’t.”
Words flit into my mind, defenses that are likely logical, seem reasonable, but I don’t speak them. Not with how well Quinn touches me, how he treats my body like a playground he’s only just discovered.
He is deep inside me, and I’m not sure how to be rid of him. I’m not sure I want to be. But Quinn is a man of few promises. As much as I crave this, he is a wild card I’m not sure I want to play.
It isn’t a question. It’s not a demand. Somewhere in the middle, something in his tone, there is truth. It reaches across the room, keeps me rooted in place. He’d warned me before, admitted he’d take and give and would offer no apologies. But in this tone of his is something that sounds an awful lot like need, a lot like possession.
I should walk away. No looks back. No second thoughts. Just leave him, leave this warehouse and forget that he ever touched me.
“Sayo,” he says again and this time that voice is closer. He’d moved like a whisper across the room and I hadn’t noticed.
Two steps more and Quinn is behind me. Three more and he rushes forward, forcing me to the wall, bracing myself with my palms flat. “Quinn…”
“No,” he says, leaning against me so I can’t move. “No, love, you stay still and answer a question for me.”
“Back off.”
He does, only to slip his hand to my chest, to slide his fingers under my bra and cup my breasts. “You’re so hot and cold with me, I never know who you’ll be when you come to me.”
Moving my head, I catch Quinn’s gaze over my shoulder. “You never give yourself to me, O’Malley. Never.”
He shifts, withdraws his hands to twist me around by the hips, not leaving much room between us, still holding me to the wall. “You might not like what you see in the real me. I don’t much like him myself…”
If I thought he’d continue his awkward interrogation, I was wrong. His grip lessens, his body relaxing into mine and suddenly he moves his forehead against mine, breath hot over my face, smelling of warm beer.
“You want him? The blonde? You want to be rid of me, Sayo?”
“Quinn…” I try, wishing he didn’t smell quite so good. Wishing that I didn’t remember how much I love the way his arms wrap around me, how the stubble from his face tickles my chest when he rubs it there. I wish I knew how to walk away, to take what had happened between us for the lesson it was.
I wish I didn’t want him so badly.
“Quinn…” I try again but he stands too close, feels too close and then our defenses weaken, they crumble and his mouth is on mine, his hands, mine, are everywhere, insisting, skilled, aching.
Bodies molding together.
Skin to skin, no room for regret.
There is only this sensation. This man. This moment.
Quinn touches me, takes me to floor, barely shoving my jeans off, hardly moving his pants down his hips before he hovers over me, sliding his hard dick against me.
“You don’t want this anymore?” he asks, his breath shaking, his hands sure as he guides himself over my pussy. “Can you walk away from this, love?” He slips inside me in one fluid thrust and I gasp, gripping hold of his shoulders as he kisses up my neck. “Because I damn well can’t.”
Words flit into my mind, defenses that are likely logical, seem reasonable, but I don’t speak them. Not with how well Quinn touches me, how he treats my body like a playground he’s only just discovered.
He is deep inside me, and I’m not sure how to be rid of him. I’m not sure I want to be. But Quinn is a man of few promises. As much as I crave this, he is a wild card I’m not sure I want to play.
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Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Fantasy, Mystery and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
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When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
Please send help.
Subscribe to Eden’s newsletter http://eepurl.com/VXQXD for giveaways, sneak peeks and various goodies that might just give you a chuckle.
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