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343 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 17, 2013





The third photo is absolute rapture. The realization of her eleven-month-old world spinning, with its methodical ups and downs and Daddy safe next to her, has brought a gleeful, gummy smile to her face. Cheeks wide, eyes shining, and the hint of two bottom front teeth at her gum line about to break through. Pete is absolved, vindicated, rewarded. Grinning point-blank at me as I manage to capture, unknowingly, our little unit's final experience of jumping into the great unknown together. The photos speak volumes, yet they say nothing. The moment, like the ride, was too short.







Our breath and movements flowed evenly, measured, in unison. He brought his torso up to meet mine as he heaved, hands grasping at my bra straps, my curls, anything tangible to keep him from floating into the ether. I witnessed his face speak a thousand words as his lips just uttered one: my name again. He was all at once demonic, blissful, tortured, humble, and at peace.

"You are the best thing to happen to me, bar none. You, Abbey…all of this. You both walked into my life and…I never knew what I wanted until you did."
Accidents can be apologized for;
smoothed over;
explained away.
A wreck is different.
A wreck … does just that.
It damages beyond control.


There is something inherently cool about a guy walking down the street with a guitar case in one hand and a cigarette in the other …






"Thats Mommy’s happy drink", Abbey pointed to the squat, bubble glass bottle of tequila…
HE DISROBED A HALF FULL BOTTLE OF CANADIAN WHISKEY FROM ITS PURPLE FELT BAG ..

Adrian’s tongue still tasted of Irish butter, the decadent and smooth Kerrygold that Liz always used in the shop as he kissed me into bliss

"I certainly hoped the place he was referring to was in the borough of Manhatten and not Kilkenny"













Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Hmmm, no. I don't. I believe love involves the commitment of many senses, as well as your head and your heart, so I wouldn't just rely on my eyesight."

I wasn't sheltered. I was orderly.




Louder Than Love (Love & Steel, #1)
Softer Than Steel (Love & Steel, #2)And when last were you left with that feeling of…..![]()
”YOU’RE DONE WITH THE BOOK,Louder Than Love by Jessica Topper was one of those such books!!!!
BUT THE STORY KEEPS PLAYING
IN YOUR HEAD”

She organizes for a singer to take part in the local library do…..she’s never heard of Adrian Graves but she loves his voice…after all those hours listening to her daughter’s kiddies stories cd’s.












“You’ve got all this...this love—no, it’s louder than love. It’s passion and beauty built up inside you that deserves to burst out,” I whispered against his mouth as we came up for air.

“In my mind, it will forever be a wreck, not an accident. Accidents can be apologized for, smoothed over, explained away. A wreck is different. A wreck...does just that. It damages beyond repair.”

“I have never been loved...” I heard his voice catch. “...like I have been loved by you,” he continued, his voice scratchy yet gentle, like a cat’s tongue, deliberate and patient, slicking over the same spot. “And I have never loved like I love you. You’ve got to know this. My silly drunk girl.”

He brought his torso up to meet mine as he heaved, hands grasping at my bra straps, my curls, anything tangible to keep him from floating into the ether. I witnessed his face speak a thousand words as his lips just uttered one: my name again. He was all at once demonic, blissful, tortured, humble, and at peace.
“Give me my East Coast mama any day.” His lips pressed the words against the curve of my throat, making me smile.
“Don’t try to retrace steps. We’ll find new ones.”
I guess I’m not a very spiritual person. I don’t think things always “happen for a reason,” everything must be “God’s way,” or (and this is one of Karen’s favorites) “He only gives you what you can handle.” I simply believe, and I am sorry to sound crude about it, that shit happens. Period.
Sometimes you are the pigeon.
Sometimes you are the statue.
“If we hurry, you can make the 6:35.” I was suddenly very aware of the intimate quarters once again and had trouble finding the ignition with my key.
“I’d rather kiss you and take the 6:55.”
“I’m trying to figure out where you fit into the order.” Was there a place for reclusive rock stars? For a heavy metal hero with a heart of gold? “You,” I kissed each temple, then nose tip and chin. “You are glorious chaos.”
We had spent so much time slaying Adrian’s demons, it never occurred to me that mine could be even bigger, kept under wraps.
…
“Don’t try to retrace steps. We’ll find new ones…”
Too many ghosts, Kat. I can’t com(pete).
“You are the best thing to happen to me, bar none. You, Abbey . . . all of this. You both walked into my life and . . . I never knew what I wanted until you did.”
“You’ve got all this . . . this love— no, it’s louder than love. It’s passion and beauty built up inside you that deserves to burst out,” I whispered against his mouth as we came up for air.



I guess I'm not a very spiritual person. I don't think things always 'happen for a reason,' everything must be 'God's way,' or … 'He only gives you what you can handle'. I simply believe, and I'm sorry to sound crude about it, that shit happens. Period.
Sometimes you are the pigeon.
Sometimes you are the statue.
“If we hurry, you can make the 6:35.” …
“I’d rather kiss you and take the 6:55.”
“It’s been a long time since…”
“I know. It’s been another lifetime,” he agreed. “Don’t try to retrace steps. We’ll find new ones.”
“I went to hell and back and found myself … I sprouted wings and I carried myself far away and started a new life … But until you and Abbey came along, I wasn’t really living it. I know that now.”
“I have never been loved … like I have been loved by you… And I have never loved like I love you.”
“You’ve got all this…this love – no, it’s louder than love. It’s passion and beauty built up inside you that deserves to burst out.”






