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502 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 11, 2019
The bigger the love, the greater the risk.
“What you feel from your heart, what you feel from your soul, it always comes first.”
She’s like the sun. El sol de mi corazon. The sun of my heart, but a sun that’s always rising, always beautiful.
I'm at the scene where Luciano is accepting an award and our hero and heroine are in the coat closet having sex. Is this woman 40 or 18? Also, just because the Hs have loads of sex doesn't mean they have any sexual chemistry.
In addition, the author clearly took creative licence with the info on European football clubs or maybe she just didn't do enough research..but, whatever, it's fiction. Ultimately, it was the boredom that got to me and I think I sleep-read majority of the book. Oh, well.
If you're looking for a swoon-worthy blistering hot love between a younger man and an older woman, then read VI Keeland's "All Grown Up".
“But weren’t you almost forty and your wife twenty-three when you first met her?”
He stills, blinks. Shakes his head. “Yes, but that was different.”
“How is that different? Because you’re a man and Vera is a woman? It’s not okay the other way around?”
“It’s a different scenario. Completely. Alejo, Thalia is your physical therapist. She’s off-limits. She’s forbidden to you. You’re crossing a line that can’t be crossed.”
I cock my head. “And weren’t you married when you first were with Vera?”









“Bossy boy, aren’t you?” He raises his chin in defiance. “Not a boy. A man that’s going to tongue-fuck that sweet, pink coño of yours until you’re coming on my lips.”





“Yes. I have your body, but I don’t want just your body, Thalia. I want your fucking soul. I want to take it and keep it and mix it up with mine until it burns between us like the sun. That’s what I want from you.” I pause, trying to swallow the sadness in my throat. “At the very least, give me your heart.”



“My heart,” he murmurs, “it beats for you, Thalia. Now and always. I love you. Te amo. And this love burns like the sun.”
“You mean everything to me. You are the world. More than the world. You are the sun, Thalia. El Sol. And the sun doesn't worry about being too bright for the moon or the stars, it just burns and shines. Just like you. You shine. You're el sol de mi corazon.”

He pulls back just enough to stare into my eyes with this dark, raw desire. “I’m going to worship you.”

“This is my favorite view,” he says to me. “You, beneath me, smiling. Don’t ever change.”
“Don’t ever stop fucking me like this,” I tell him, briefly sticking out my tongue.
His lips curl in a lopsided smile and he leans in, kissing me.
This, this, this.
I want this forever.
“My heart,” he murmurs, “it beats for you, Thalia. Now and always. I love you. Te amo. And this love burns like the sun.”

He sighs, closing his eyes. “I hate this,” he says softly. He lets his head fall to the side and looks at me. His eyes seem to dig straight into my heart. “
Why do we have to hide? I don’t want to hide.”
“You’re worth it!” I yell. “You’re worth everything to me, more than the game, more than anything else I hold dear in the world. Fuck, Thalia, you are my world and everything in it. You are my sun, my heart.”
“My path in life leads right into your arms.”
“My heart is your heart. Your heart is my home.”