Author: Eden Butler
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: July 25th 2016 by Eden Butler
Plot: My love was thick.
Her faith was thin.
Somewhere in the middle is where life found us.
I claimed her when I was a boy.
I held her until I was a man.
She was my first thought every morning, my last smile at night, and a million memories in between.
Then one night, with her warmth still lingering on the sheets, Aly King walked away from me, from us, from our life.
They say time heals all wounds, but not for me.
Not when my heart is empty.
Not when there is nothing but a sea of meaningless faces wherever I go.
It always comes back to her.
Aly needs reminding of how drunk our love made us, before she forgets completely.
Before we lose our chance.
Before we are irrevocably broken.
Her faith was thin.
Somewhere in the middle is where life found us.
I claimed her when I was a boy.
I held her until I was a man.
She was my first thought every morning, my last smile at night, and a million memories in between.
Then one night, with her warmth still lingering on the sheets, Aly King walked away from me, from us, from our life.
They say time heals all wounds, but not for me.
Not when my heart is empty.
Not when there is nothing but a sea of meaningless faces wherever I go.
It always comes back to her.
Aly needs reminding of how drunk our love made us, before she forgets completely.
Before we lose our chance.
Before we are irrevocably broken.
☆✮ My Review ✮☆
☆ I received an ARC via the author in exchange for an honest review. Thank you! ☆
Those of you who have kept up with author Eden Butler's reads are well aware that her Thin Love series holds the most angst and heartbreak than all of her other novels combined. I had looked forward to Ransom getting himself his own story but I never could have imagined the toll it would have taken upon my nerves and heart strings.
Thick & Thin CAN technically be read as a standalone but PLEASE DO NOT attempt tp read it without having knowledge of what's transpired in the previous novels. I feel that for you to get the full brunt of of the story and its characters, you have to travel back to the very beginning with Kona and Kiera's story-- a.k.a Ransom's parents. And by doing so, and thereafter diving into Thick & Thin, you come to realize how much is at stake and the fragile, blissful, and painful reality of what love, family, dreams, and external outside forces can drive into a young couples romance and how much they endure to get their HEA or give their final farewells.
I'm not going to go into details and whatnot of what this story entails and what you can expect, but, be sure to brace yourself and come prepared. It really hits a nail on the down and gritty and the joys and sorrows of the unpredicability and votality of life. Much like how Kona and Keira's stories did.
As a reader who admittedly only went into this series because it interwined the Hawaiian culture, which is part of my own ethnic roots, the The Thin Love Series blew me away and shattered all of my expectations of what could have ever fathomed it was going to be. I normally HATE HATE, ok, well have mixed reactions of ANYTHING to do with Hawai'i in any shape or form but I liked how author Eden Butler was able to interwine it along with other culutral values into this novel without mocking it or grating on anybody's nerves with how she delivered it along with the story context. More so, if anything, it added on a layer of richness and personality of its own-- one of which I respected tremendously.
Now moving on from my babbling about "Hawaiian this, Hawaiian that" nonsense... I REALLY recommend this read to anyone pondering upon taking a chance upon it. It's not lighthearted. I'll give you fair warning of that. But, it is WORTH picking up if you're looking for something with heart and a lot of depth.
My Rating:
♥♥♥♥♥
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
I didn’t. Not a single memory. A touch that was new, a taste that was different—that’s what I wanted. Memory came with emotion. It came with commitment, something that would land me back where I’d begun four years ago. I wanted to move beyond that. I wanted more.
“I…I want you to touch me like you don’t know me.” That hand slowed, the friction easing and I couldn’t look at him. “I want you to touch me like a stranger.”
He didn’t stop moving against me. Ransom wasn’t purposefully cruel. He thought he knew me, assumed he knew when I was pretending. But I wasn’t this time. I wanted him to give me what I asked for, not what he thought I wanted, not what I had wanted in the past. But he couldn’t do it. No, he wasn’t a stranger. He knew how close I’d come to climax. So he didn’t stop, only slowed before he moved his hips, release my wrist to pull my face up. And because I recognized how badly he wanted this, and knew that I would end up wanting it, too, I let go of wanting anything else and gave myself up to his touch, his fire, his desire.
“A stranger doesn’t touch you, Aly. Not like this.” And with that one touch, Ransom fractured the reserve I had tried so desperately to maintain. A push of my flesh, finger under my thong, right against my clit, bare, raw and that tactile, desperate urgency eased.
“A stranger wouldn’t know what you whimper when you want it, when you’re so close to falling apart that your breath becomes a muffle of sound.” He tugged at my pants, freed me from anything but the floor under me and his touch. His palm over my naked ass, then he pulled me against his body until he pushed his fingers inside me, working me hard, like no one but Ransom ever had. Ever could.
“No stranger would know that your breath hitches, that you hold everything still, the air in your lungs, even the beat of your pulse when I touch you.” He showed me then, with the dip of his fingers deep inside. And all did go still then—the breath between us, the axis of the world, my beating heart…it all seemed to stop until he moved his fingers over me, sliding until he found his way to a rhythm that made time coil and speed as quickly as it had slowed. Nothing held me back then. No excuses of why he shouldn’t touch me, no lies I told myself about not loving him anymore.
“I’m not a stranger, nani. Your body knows that.” Working faster, deeper, he smiled, pleased and happy when my mouth opened, when the space between us filled with the soft noises I made. His face wasn’t expressionless anymore. It told me all I thought I’d forgotten. The act of touching me, making me come, the noises I made, it was all familiar to Ransom. It was comfortable.
“Strangers don’t know love this deep. If they did, they wouldn’t be strangers at all.” That he whispered against my lips, kissing me like he couldn’t keep from it for another second.
“Ransom…”
“I’ll never be a stranger, Aly, because this body, your heart is mine. It always will be.”
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☆✮ About the Author ✮☆
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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