DNF’ed @46% for sanity reasons.
This book was supposed to be a quick read, but even though it’s only 177 pages, I couldn’t finish it. Everything drove me nuts: the strange main characters and their unhealthy relationship, the horrible sex scenes, the confusing story and the repetitive writing style including the annoying dialogue and inner monologue.
Since this was my first book by Willow Winters, I have no idea if all of her books are like this, but I’m pretty sure I’m not going find out!
Some „highlights“ from TELL ME TO STAY :
When he nipped at my ear, he called me his dirty whore and ecstasy rocked deep inside of me with his words. He told me I was his to fuck and use how he wanted, and I loved it.
Dirty whore. Exactly the pet name that really gets a woman going, right?
I didn’t tell him anything, because he never told me anything either. It was sex. That’s all we had by the end.
Duh! Sex is all you had when you didn’t talk to each other? Shocker!
“You just want to get me drunk so you can fuck me.”
“I’ll be fucking you either way, Soph.” The comment comes from me without hesitation. I bite my tongue to keep from telling her that I’ll be punishing her too. She’s fucking mine.
Lucky girl, eh?
I lower myself to the seat and pretend like his thumb brushing along my wrist isn’t everything I’ve missed. Simple touches, the sweetness of it. My heart longs for something more, but I tell it to shut up. I don’t want to think.
Yes! Remaining silent and stop thinking is very helpful when you don’t want to get involved in the same shit like before.
One thing I know for certain is when he’s close to me, all I can think about is pleasing him. I have an innate need to please him. I want to know more than anything that he’s happy with me–even though I’m well aware it’s not a healthy thought to have.
You’re right, girl, it’s not a healthy thought. I just wish you’d act on it!
“I was going to fuck you slowly, to tease you and torture you for making me wait this long to have you again,” I whisper my words and slowly her eyes open. Her baby blues find mine, and I hold them in my gaze. “I’ve missed you too much not to have you like I selfishly want.”
No surprise there. Atta boy!
And then I ravage her. Keeping my promise. The last time I touch her, she cums one last time with a single flick of my tongue to her clit and nothing more.
That’s after she already had multiple orgasms in no time. This girl is an orgasm machine. Honestly, I’m all in for whitewashing the reality in fictional sex scenes, but please keep a minimum of contact to the ground!
It’s when we aren’t physically together that she doesn’t trust I’ll be good for her. I can change that. I can be better this time. I will be. She’ll see it. She’ll stay this time. I know she will.
I don’t know if this writing style is supposed to build intensity or what. The only effect on me is the urgency of wild and nonstop eye-rolling.
I know what I want; I’m not accepting anything less. Her hesitation sends a prick of uncertainty down my spine, but I ignore it. I know she feels what’s between us just like I do. I know she does. It’s always been between us. After the four years she was mine the three years without her has simply been a waiting game. That’s all it was. Waiting. I’m done waiting now.
Okay, I get it. He knows it now. And he’s tired of waiting, right? Seriously, these repetitions are driving me batshit-crazy!
“I didn’t have a voice.” She stares into her mug as she tells me, “I didn’t know what I wanted in life.”
“What do you want now?”
“I don’t want to make the same mistakes as we did before… I know that much.”
Aww, the art of dialogue writing and logic again. She claims to know what she wants when all she knows is what she doesn’t want. That’s not that much knowledge, is it?