I've spent four years honoring the memory of the man I loved. Four years of quiet grief in our small Vermont town. Now, my friends say it's time to live again, to feel something again. I'm lonely enough to believe them. But there's a problem. Lucas. My next-door neighbor. My late husband’s best friend. The man who has been my silent protector, my rock. He's always been there, but now, the way he looks at me has changed. The quiet support has become a possessive fire. He says he's been waiting. He says no other man will ever touch me. He says I belong to him. And the most terrifying part? I think he might be right.
I was specifically looking for a short romance to dive into, and I came across The Way He Claims Her. It was the perfect find. It was short and spicy, exactly as advertised. I enjoyed the pace, and there was definitely heat. If you're looking for a short, spicy read, this is it.
The author is not a wordsmith, but there are no word issues, typos, nor grammatical errors.
I felt like it was missing romance. I didnt see the connecting of souls. It was a caring but lustful neighbor possessing the widow next door. I prefer more tenderness and swooning, and less porn. Some will surely like this.