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300 pages, Paperback
First published September 11, 2015






“I hated it, I loved it. I couldn’t do this anymore. But I wanted so much more."Chloe had a huge crush on her best friend’s hot dad, she carried a huge torch for him for many years. She wanted him so badly, but was he really something she should get? Would getting Theo cause irreparable damage to their lives? Chloe and Theo collide on the heels of his wife’s tragic death and the comfort Theo finds in Chloe is short lived when she must leave for college. When the opportunity presents itself for these two to explore their attraction, they jump at the chance. A public relationship is not in the cards for them, and all the hiding and lying catches up with them.
Theo, in the middle of drowning his sorrows over his wife’s death, succumbs to the temptation that is his Little Knight. They are equally powerless as they embark on this journey. With Theo’s daughter away at college it’s easy to forget that Chloe is someone he shouldn’t be with, that it would break his daughter’s heart to know that he is sleeping with her best friend.![]()
“We ventured into the same blackness I couldn’t seem to escape, sinking further and further into the sea. But being under this sea was different. We could breathe, so it was okay. We could feel and touch and move. Nothing held us back, and nothing saw us."This book was a bit of a heart-stomper but I would be lying if I said I didn’t love every stomp on my heart that the author provided. This book was almost steeped too much in reality for me. I wanted to live in the fantasy of Chloe and Theo, I was just as caught up in them as they were in each other. I truly loved this book, it was not what I expected it to be at all. It was good to be surprised by the book. Even though I shook my iPad in a blind rage a few times and yes, I totally yelled at the book once or twice. It was totally worth it though.
**I read this as part of my Kindle Unlimited Subscription**


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Immagina il sangue fuoriuscire da ogni poro, zampillare proprio dallo squarcio sul tuo cuore. Immagina di non essere in grado di fermare il sanguinamento. Riesci a immaginare quel dolore? Non essere in grado di controllare qualcosa di così vicino, eppure così in profondità dentro di te da non riuscire a raggiungerlo, a meno che non ti squarci in due, graffiando con forza e disgusto?
Soffri mentre scavi, consapevole che presto morirai dentro e fuori perché non c'è niente che tu possa fare per fermarlo. Non puoi fermare il battito di un emozionante, bellissimo cuore, a meno che non vi pianti un pugnale d'odio proprio al centro.
Immaginalo, ma dissanguandovi dieci volte più rapidamente di una persona nella media. Immagina di sanguinare per un amore perduto, cuori infranti, e anime danneggiate. Immagina di non sentire niente – un intollerabile dolore che non sarà mai riempito.
Riesci a immaginarlo?








