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221 pages, ebook
First published May 17, 2017
"When I'm with you it's like spring has come. Everything blooms and fills."

He wanted to shred Garrett into manageable pieces, pieces he could own and control.

He made Garrett feel like a thing he owned-a precious thing, a thing to be treated carefully, but his all the way through.
"I'm going to love you and hurt you and love you."



"It's hard to reconcile who I am with who I ought to be."GAH! How I love a book with heart and soul!
"I guess if God takes responsibility for making me, he has to own the result."...he still struggles with his need to dominate and inflict pain. And meeting Garrett - a submissive masochist - brings the fight right to the surface.
But Garrett's fear, the opposite of timidity, a "yes, please, bring it on" combination of dread and anticipation? It called to a predatory instinct in him that longed to respond, to force on Garrett all the pleasure, all the pain, he hungered for.One of my favorite things about this story was the incredible tone with which Aayan's dominant nature was portrayed:
Aayan's eyes flashed with that feral menace as he eyed Garrett quite deliberately. "I could put you on your knees."While at the same time, his insecurities rang true:
He wanted to just be himself, but he was afraid of who he was and even more afraid that who he was wasn't enough.It made for a very interesting character that I couldn't get enough of . . . and surprisingly, I loved Garrett almost as much; he was just as complex though more settled in his own skin.
Garrett's submission had very little of play in it at all. It wasn't a mask he put on; it was a mask he took off.To go along with these amazing characters were bursts of an almost lyrical writing style:
His biceps bulged from gripping whatever part of Aayan he could reach, as though Aayan were both the storm and the anchor.Although my review focuses on our heroes' relationship, I'm barely scratching the surface of all the issues that this wonderful book touches on. And the best part? They were all well thought-out and beautifully articulated.
Aayan found himself on his feet, unable to bear the picture of Garrett alone and empty without trying to redraw it.





Garrett wore a suit like it was armor, hardening himself into the other half of the man Aayan adored. It was that dichotomy he loved—the iron shell that softened to a molten core when his clothes came off. If Garrett had been only softness, Aayan didn’t think he’d be so entranced. Anyone could bend, but it took someone like Garrett to yield, to intentionally, consciously, joyously give way, not because he couldn’t overcome the force being applied but because he chose to sway with it, to own it by becoming one with it.