This book had so much potential, but the hero was not redeemable for me. The heroine made stupid choices, but I understood her, she was young and naive. The hero was selfish and weak. He took the heroine’s virginity, made out he was drunk and it was a mistake, all because she is his best friends little sister. He apparently is in love with the heroine, but has a girlfriend for years who he gets pregnant. He also tells the heroine later on that he loves her, when he is really drunk, and is offended she doesn’t believe him and fall into his arms! After this declaration the heroine’s best friend dies, and to top it off the hero decides to tell her that he is having a child with the ow! Then he wonders why she wants to escape. He didn’t fight for the heroine or anything, if he loved her so much he could have been single and waited, no kept his girlfriend on the go, who he also apparently loved! So the heroine is gone for years, only retuning for her Uncle Harry’s funeral. When she returns she finds out that the hero’s baby died. This is tragic and sad of course, but does not excuse his behaviour, and also does not mean that the heroine should have been around to support him! Which he and she believe she should have, so she was meant to be his counsellor when he lost his child he was having with another woman? I honestly did not see any reason for these two to get together and saw nothing strong or interesting in the hero for the heroine to be so besottted with him! The heroine’s family were also extreme. What I did not understand was their anger at her going to New York in the first place. She is a young woman, with so many prospects, they should have been delighted she was living her life, not wanting her kept boxed in and close by because it suited them. He was constantly treated like a child (thought sometimes she didn’t act any better than one). I also found her brothers too involved when it suited them, but not concerned or judgemental at other times. I also didn’t find it ridiculous that the heroine was upset that her brother was in a relationship with a girl that used to bully her. The girl used to caller fat and disgusting and made her cry as teens. People can change, but the only reason the girl apologised in my eyes was because she was dating the brother, she had years to apologise previously, but never did. I also found it contradictory that the brothers were all so worried about protecting the heroine, but didn’t see the big deal about the girl who bullied the heroine? Ok then. This is not a love story in my book, and even through the heroine was annoying, she deserved better in my book. The author is lovely and has a good writing style, however, I cannot get on with her other books such as The Slater Brothers Series, somthink she is just not for me.
“Ally Day?” I quizzed. “The Ally Day who convinced me, along with her evil friend, that I was fat and ugly when I was younger . . . that Ally Day?” Everyone froze as they looked at me. “People change, Lane,” Layton murmured, making sure to keep his arm tightly around me, like he was afraid I would bolt. “She’s not the mean girl she was when she was a kid.”
‘He was right; I was being bratty and rude. It was uncalled for and not needed, but I was hurt they could just forget what Ally had done to me. They’d seen first-hand what I’d gone through because of her;’
‘Lochlan turned away from me and shook his head, and I couldn’t help but shake my own at him. He was a huge pain in my arse, but only because he loved me so much. He felt that I was his responsibility because I was the baby of the family, and it was why he had been more overbearing than Layton. Sometimes even our father wasn’t as harsh as he was.’
“Why would Kale hate you, darling?” I swallowed. “Because I wasn’t here for him when he needed me the most. I wouldn’t blame him if he hated me.” My father clucked his tongue. “Lane, you couldn’t have predicted what happened any better than the rest of us could.” That didn’t excuse my absence. “I should have been here for him,” I said, frowning. “If I wasn’t so stubborn and hadn’t told Uncle Harry not to tell me about what any of you were up to, maybe he could have—”
“We can’t be friends after this,” he whispered, swaying into me. “We can’t ever be just friends anymore.” I lifted my hands and gripped onto his T-shirt. “I don’t want to just be your friend.” He blinked. “You really want me?” “Hell. Yes.” His eyes lit with fire then, and he applied more pressure against my body. “Think carefully about this,” he said firmly, groaning when I moved, causing my hip to brush over his hardened length.’
“You’re sure about this?” Kale asked as he stumbled towards me. I caught him just as he was about to trip over his own two feet. “I’m sure, but are you?” I asked. “You’ve had a bit to drink, and I don’t want to take advantage—” “Let me stop you right there,” he said, laughing. “You aren’t taking advantage of me, Laney Baby –trust me.”
‘I flung my hands over my face when Kale started to laugh. “Laney Baby, your innocence is killing me.”
“Oh, Jesus,” he panicked. “Oh, Christ.” I frowned at him. “What’s wrong?” Kale snapped his gaze to me. “What’s wrong? Are you fucking serious?” I was taken aback by his sudden anger. “I don’t understand why you’re so mad,” I replied, my temper rising to match his. “You were fine a few hours ago!” He shook his head in dismay. “I was drunk a few hours ago, Lane.” Sickness attacked my stomach, and hurt gripped my heart. “Wh-What are you saying?” I whispered, not wanting to hear the answer to my question. Kale looked at me once more and frowned deeply. “I’m so sorry. Please, forgive me.” Forgive him? “For what?” I asked, my eyes welling up with tears. He grunted. “You know what for . . . We had sex, Lane.” I was instantly gutted when I saw the regret on his face. “You . . . you’re sorry we had sex?” I asked, trying my hardest not to allow my voice to crack. He placed his head in his hands. “Of course I am. You’re my best friend, you’re only seventeen and I don’t even remember sleeping with you. Oh, fuck, what have I done? Did I hurt you? Did I use a condom?” I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think.’
“Kale, you weren’t that drunk,” I stated. “You were tipsy at most.” He moved away when I reached for him, and it really hurt my feelings. “I don’t know what to tell you, Lane. I was drunk. I’m just not a messy drunk, I guess, but that doesn’t mean I remember shit.”
“How could you know?” I questioned. “You never gave me a chance to explain. You came in here pointing your stupid fat finger and jumped to your own conclusion. Typical Lochlan.” The tension that had left Lochlan’s body came back tenfold. “I know you, Lane, and you have a way of starting trouble out of nothing,” he sneered. He might as well have kicked me in the face. It would have hurt less. “You’re wrong, dear brother,” I mocked. “You don’t know me; you haven’t known me for a long time.”
I shook my head. “For years you never let older boys near me, and now you’re shacked up with someone the same age as me? The exact age as your little sister, Lochlan. This is just bloody brilliant.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he growled. I ignored him. “Maybe I should take a leaf out of your book and scare her away from you. It seemed to work out well when you did it to me all those years ago.”
‘I solemnly nodded. “I understand.” “Do you?” Kale prompted. “Do you understand how much it hurt that I needed you, but I couldn’t have you?” “Yeah, Kale, I understand exactly how much that hurts.” He stared at me, his eyes swimming with different emotions. “I’m so sorry for hurting you,” he whispered. I smiled and said lightly, “I hurt myself, Kale –you did nothing wrong.” “But I did,” he pressed. “I could have gone after you and brought you home.”
“Stay away from Kale, do you hear me, Lane?” Drew said, the venom in her voice not going amiss. I reared back. “Or what?” “You don’t want to know what I’ll do,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Have you had much to drink?” I asked, pulling back from him. He nodded, his eyes bloodshot. “To celebrate your uncle’s birthday I had some Jack –or a lot of Jack.” I needed him to leave. “Everyone is asleep, so maybe you should go on home—” “I love you,” he interrupted. I blinked. “Excuse me?” “I said,” he chuckled, “I love you. I love you so much.” “Stop it.” I frowned at him. “You are drunk. You say and do stuff you don’t mean when you’re drunk.”
“Love you.” He beamed. “Be mine.” “No,” I snapped, and pushed his hand away. “No, you don’t love me –you love Drew.” Pain and awareness flashed across his face. “I love both of you.” I laughed humourlessly. “Aren’t you lucky having two girls on the go?” Kale scowled at me, stumbling to the left. “Stop that. Don’t be hurtful.” “You’re being hurtful!” I retorted. “This is evil what you’re doing, I’m not doing this with you.” “I love you,” he repeated as if I’d never spoken. “Be with me.”
“Drew, she’s . . . she’s pregnant,” he blurted out. I stopped breathing. “She’s having my baby.” He swallowed audibly. “I’m going to be a dad, Lane.” I felt the blood drain from my face, and in that moment I was thankful I’d already puked today, because otherwise vomit would be covering Kale’s polished-up shoes. “Lane?” he prompted. “Say something, please?” I only knew one thing to say that was acceptable. “Congratulations,” I whispered. Kale took a step closer to me. “I didn’t want to tell you today of all days, but . . . but with what happened back there between us, I felt like you should know.”
“I’m so sorry. I know how you feel about me, or felt about me, so I know this isn’t what you want to hear,” he divulged. “Hurting you is the last thing I ever want to do.”
“I can’t be here anymore, Uncle Harry,” I cried. “I can’t do it anymore.” I felt my uncle’s gaze on me. “Do you really want to move away?” he asked. I nodded. “It hurts too much being here; it’s killing me.” “Then do what you feel is right for you, sweetheart,” he said after a lengthy silence. I wasn’t surprised by his support; I knew he’d give it to me.’
‘Do I have everything? I thought to myself as I scanned my parents’ sitting room for the millionth time. I was flying out to America today to start a new life, and I was a nervous wreck. I was so emotional. Breaking the news to my family had been an utter disaster. I couldn’t lie: it hurt that they didn’t even want to say goodbye to me, but I knew how upset and worried they were for me.’
“I’m with Drew, and I love her. She is an amazing woman, and she’s stood by me for as long as I can remember.” I looked up as he spoke, even though it was killing me. “I’m going to have a baby with her, I’m going to marry her one day. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at her and feel the way you made me feel.”
‘She shook her head. “He was yours. He just didn’t know it. I knew it, though, and I fought tooth and nail to have him when I knew I should have let him go to be with you. He chose you over me, and I know that if I’d never gotten pregnant with Kaden, he wouldn’t have stayed with me as long as he did. Kaden bonded us together, but our son was never going to keep us together. We loved each other, but he loved you more.”
“You . . . you really aren’t going back to America?” he asked, the hope in his voice almost breaking me. I shook my head. “No, darling, no matter the outcome of this conversation, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here where I belong, with my family, and with you in any capacity. You’re my best friend. I’ll give up everything before I lose that, lose you, again.”
‘I pointed my finger at him. “You walked away from me, Kale.” “And you made damn sure of that, didn’t you, sweetheart?” he bellowed, his tone taking me by surprise. “You told me everything I wanted to hear a year too fucking late.”
“You didn’t give me time after that admission,” he snapped. “I realised the day after you left that I wanted you and not Drew, but you were gone, and I had a responsibility to step up with her.”
“When Kaden was born, all I wanted was for you to be his mum so you could experience how brilliant he was right along with me. How horrible of a person does that make me? Wishing Drew was you? When I lost him, I wanted you there to make losing him easier. When I had Drew, I wanted her to be you. Every decision I make, no matter how small or stupid, is always accompanied with the thought of you. I incorporate you into everything without even meaning to do it. You’re my life. You always have been.”
“Lane,” –Kale chuckled –“your brothers have known I have loved you for years.” My jaw fell open. “Yeah,” he said, smiling at my expression, “I told them a few months after Kaden died. I told them what happened between us; I told them what I said to you, what I did to hurt you in order to turn you off me.” “What did they say?” I asked, completely taken back. Kale snorted. “They told me I was a fucking idiot, which I am, for thinking that they would turn their backs on me. They said they would give their left arms to ensure you ended up with someone like me because they knew I’d never treat you badly, and I’d love you more than life itself. They said they’d be happy for us to be together.” “They did? Wow.” Kale nodded. “Even though they knew I loved you, they were sure you wouldn’t come home, so they tried to push me into dating again, but it didn’t interest me.”
‘He took my hands in his. “It’s the truth, darling. I’ve been waiting for you for the last five years. I’d have waited fifty if that’s what it took.”
I am going to be honest The heroine’s brothers are a joke. They find out their best friend destroyed their little sister, but would be delighted for them to be together. Instead of insisiteing he fight for her, they encourage him to date other women? For real? No need to worry about how that will further hurt their sister apprently!
This to me is not a love story, as the hero only seemed to love himself! If he really loved Laney baby, and had given her his heart, than he would not have been able to be with and love Drew. Also, what kind of slime drunkenly tells the women he loves more than anything his feelings, then is shocked they don’t trust them? How could he be in love with she heroine, tell her he wants to be with her, then go back to his girlfriend and continue in a relationship with her? He did not give a shit who he hurt. If he really loved Laney he would have broken up with Drew, he never did! Everything was on his terms, he was listing for the heroine to come back, if he loved her so much why not go and fight for her. The hero is scum in my book, and would not wish him on anyone. He is great if you want a boring, weak ass who cannot even be bothered to pursue you (mind you the douche bag name Kale should have given it away). I cannot believe in a love where the hero betrays the heroine at every turn!