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508 pages, Hardcover
First published April 5, 2016
She was all the power in the universe coalesced into a living, breathing thing, the miracle that he had been granted in spite of the fact that he had long been underserving of anything but his curse.
Time was too finite; no matter how much of it you had with someone you loved, when the end came, it wasn’t nearly enough.”
It was just a different path.
“How on earth did I ever get to end up with you?” she whispered. “I won the lottery.”No one gives you sexy, funny AND the best kind of feels like JR Ward. It’s like she has this perfect formula when writing. Going into this book, I had this feeling it was going to be spectacular… and I wasn’t wrong! Rhage and Mary’s first book (book 2 in the BDB) is my favorite book of the series. I liked the first book a lot, but their book was the one that completely hooked me. I was so excited to read more about Mary and her Beast.
“Oh, no, Mary. It’s the other way around. Trust me.”
*** REVIEW CONTAINS SPOILERS ***
“You are both my strength and my weakness, Mary mine.”
“It wasn’t supposed to happen for us. We were just talking about it. It’s not… supposed to happen for us. The parent thing."
“Says who?”
Mary opened her mouth. Then shut it as she held those papers even harder to her heart. “I was okay with it. I really was. I really… with me never being a mother.”
As tears started to fall, Rhage reached up and wiped his love’s face. “It’s okay if you can’t say it. Because I’ll say it for you. You would be… the most wonderful mahmen to that little girl. Bitty would be so lucky to have you in her life.”
But that was what happened when a warrior lost his fight—he was nothing more than a gun dropped from a shooting hand, a dagger let loose from a palm, a grenade released, not thrown, into thin air.
Backing up so his shoulders hit the wall, he let himself slide down until the floor caught him in the ass. Then he hung his head because he couldn’t bear looking at her.
“Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!”
“Life didn’t have to be perfect . . . for true love to exist in it. ”
She knew what he was doing. She knew exactly why he had asked her to do this.
He was reminding her that the future was unknown and unknowable.
So if you had the chance … even if there was no music and no ballgown, no tuxedo or gala … when your true love asked you to dance?
It was important to say yes.
She was the watch on his wrist, the roast beef when he was starving, and the pitcher of lemonade when he was thirsty. She was his chapel and his choir, the mountain range to his wanderlust, the library for his curiosity, and every sunrise or sunset that ever was or would be. She was all the power in the universe coalesced into a living, breathing thing, the miracle that he had been granted.
"Life didn't have to be perfect...for true love to exist in it"
“Rhage! You have a dragon! A pet dragon! I got to rub his tummy!”