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247 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 26, 2012
“I'm your husband...”
“No. You are not my husband,” she interrupted in a voice thickened with hatred and tears. “You have never been my husband. A husband loves, honours and cherishes! A husband is a lover and a champion... Look into the next room if you want to see what a real husband is, because you are no such thing!”
"You know what it’s like when you have an overwhelming urge to scrape the touch, the smell, the very essence of someone off your skin, don’t you? After all, that’s what you usually do thirty seconds after your orgasm, and I can finally relate to that."
"I don't love Francesca. I don't think I've ever loved her. Maybe when I married you, for about five seconds, I believed that I did. But I was disabused of that notion pretty damned early on in our marriage. I don't love her and I have no idea why the hell you're so fixated on her."
Yes, that’s right!!! HUGE SHOCKS!!!!
I thought the writing of the settings and characters was extremely well-done.
“I have this life, with you. It’s the only one that matters to me,” he insisted. “I have a wife who loved me once, and who maybe…someday…would dare to love and trust me again? I don’t have to be here…but I want to be here.”
Chemistry was a terrible thing; sometimes it simply sparked between the wrong people.
“Two hours for what?”
“Just to…” His face clenched in frustration and he shrugged helplessly. “Spend together. Talk, watch a movie, read, sit…anything, as long as we spend it together.”
“The only thing that matters to me is you. You’re the sun I revolve around, and without you…” He shook his head as his voice broke.
“I’m stronger than you’ll ever know, father.” She smiled serenely. “Years of constant rejection from the people you love can leave you with pretty tough skin. You can’t hurt me anymore. I don’t want or need your version of love. I find that I no longer want or need you in my life.”
“Things change, Theresa.”
“Some things are inexcusable, Sandro,” she whispered painfully. “And unforgivable.”
"I can't go back to being the naive girl who loved you with all her heart."
"But maybe...the woman who replaced that girl could find a way to love the flawed man she'd once placed on a pedastal he had no business being on?"
October Audible Escape listen #18
Rating: 4.25 stars
Genre: Romance
Narrators: Justine Eyre
Length: 7 hours and 24 minutes
“Theresa, don’t you dare beat yourself up about it. If the divorce rumours are true then he’s a bastard for abandoning his pregant wife when she needs him most,” Rick fumed.
“No, I’m happy for him. He was trapped…” she was so dazed, she barely realised what she was saying and Rick swore in disbelief.
“My God, it’s like you have battered wife syndrome. Stop making excuses for him, he’s an ass who hurt you time and again.”
"It was as if, just when she'd found a way to protect her already battered, bruised, and fragile heart from him, he found some other way around her defenses, leaving her vulnerable to even more pain.
"Let me go," she demanded weakly when his lips trailed down to her collarbone.
"Cara," he groaned. " I honestly don't think that I can."
"Silly little Theresa, he chided softly. I may not have said it much, or at all for that matter but you're so beautiful I ache just looking at you sometimes."
"You scared the hell out of me, Theresa... so from now on you are to remain calm and not let your idiot of a husband upset you again. Okay?"
"I do want you, cara. I've always wanted you..."
"I have a wife who loved me once, and who maybe... someday, would dare to love and trust me again? I don't have to be here... but I want to be here."
"Thank you.(...)
For what?(...)
For giving me everything I never knew I wanted."
"I was fascinated with you before but once I started seeing the real you, I fell hard and fast."Yup, must love the ASSHOLE!
“For God’s sake, go back to the woman you love! Go back to Francesca.”
“God, you are the most contrary little bitch!” he hissed. “I don’t love Francesca. I don’t think I’ve ever loved her. Maybe when I married you, for about five seconds, I believed that I did. But I was disabused of that notion pretty damned early on in our marriage. I don’t love her and I have no idea why the hell you’re so fixated on her.”
“She’s an old friend; naturally I hugged her or touched her occasionally. Yes, I danced with her, dropped a few casual kisses on her cheek. It meant nothing. I treated her as I would one of my sisters. I don’t desire her, I don’t love her, and I don’t want her! Those are feelings reserved for you…only for you.”
“You’re my wife, cara. You’re having my baby.” He reached out and covered one of her hands with his. “I belong here.”
“I’ll never hurt you again,” he promised vehemently.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Alessandro,” she warned.
“Okay, I’ll try my best not to inadvertently hurt you again,”