Every Second with You: No Regrets, Volume 2
CreateSpace / February 10, 2014 / $9.99 print, $2.99 digital
Every Second With You = Sex. Love. Addiction. Heartache. Pain. And Hope.
I used to think love was a lie. Now I know it's real, powerful, and I don't want to lose it...But my future scares me, and there's no way this can be happening, especially since I've finally broken free from all the people who wanted pieces of me. I don't even know how to start over, but I have to find a way. So when I discover what my mother's been keeping from me, it doesn't make me hate her. It gives me hope for a new life, outside of New York. But the ties that bind me to this city are so strong, sometimes they are chains. If only I could leave with...
I will do anything for her. She owns me, heart, mind and body. But when Harley tells me this, I am rocked to the core, and terrified of what happens next. Especially when this time it's not her past that chases me, it's someone from my own. And that someone is messing with my head when I'm trying to be strong for Harley. But all I really want is to escape with the girl I love... For the rest of our lives.
How can you move forward when the past keeps chasing you?
Lauren Blakely’s Every Second with You picks up right where we left off with Trey and Harley in the two-book No Regrets series. And if The Thrill of It was deeply angst-ridden, dark and emotional, the conclusion of their story is profoundly romantic, poetic and lyrical. Having found their happily ever after and conquering their own demons to get there, Harley and Trey are hoping for smooth sailing. Until another curve ball heads their way. In approximately nine months. And suddenly their future becomes very real.
I’m racing, darting, but I keep returning to the same stalled-out shoulder on the road. Replaying how this could have happened. Trying to pinpoint the time when the condom failed.
The night in his tattoo parlor? Or maybe the time after we all went out to see a band? Or the quickie in the bathroom at the coffee shop a few weeks ago? Because we don’t hold back—we come together. Over and over, bodies slamming into each other, lips joining in a frenzy, consumed with need, and want, and heat.
But when it happened is irrelevant.
What matters is what’s next, and where we go from here. I don’t have a clue how to be a mother. Hell, I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. I’m only halfway finished with college, and having a baby isn’t anywhere on the curriculum. But this is the real kick in the pants—I can’t think of two people less equipped to be parents than Trey Westin and me. The former sex addict, and the ex-call girl. We’re the butt of a joke.
It’s fascinating that two people who have been through so much face something that even in their vast experiences they are unprepared for. But not for the reasons we might think. Beyond the initial surprise, Harley’s fear is her past—where she came from, what she’s done, and whom she’s met along the way, none of which really equip a young woman for motherhood. And for Trey it’s not an issue of commitment or not wanting to be shackled, he’s all in with Harley. But he doesn’t associate happy memories with the birth of a child, the proof of which is displayed in the art that decorates his body.
Yet again and again, through individual strength and an unbreakable bond that has taught them to turn only to each other, Harley and Trey prove that they have a positive, adult relationship with all the staying power it needs. They’re ready to put the past behind them, and even when old problems and old faces pop up—Cam returns for a small, but important role—they come through it all together.
Her breath mingles with mine, and she tastes so good, so sweet, and I want so much more of her. I want to connect with her so deeply, to take away all her pain, to erase the sadness. I want her to know what love is, and that she has it, deeply and always with me.
And, judging from the way she’s wriggling and starting to moan, she wants more than kissing. A hell of a lot more. In seconds, she’s kissing me harder, and crawling up on me, straddling me as she wraps her legs around my waist. She grabs my hair and starts to rock her hips against me. Then she breaks the kiss to look at me.
“I’m so horny,” she tells me, then laughs.
I laugh too. “And presumably you like me, too?”
“I’m so fucking horny, and so fucking in love with you. Is that better?”
I nod. “Much better.”
Best of all, Every Second with You delivers all of the heat and pent-up sexual energy promised in the first book. Harley and Trey are on fire. So many of their struggles have been rewarded, and they finally get the opportunity to bask in the bliss of after the happy ending. And their conclusion, in every way, is perfectly them and immensely satisfying.
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Tiffany Tyer is a writer and editor who loves reading and analyzing all things romance. She also works as a vocalist, a tutor, and a non-profit ministry assistant, and she loves it that way. Her book reviews can be found at Happy Endings Reviews, a blog she co-founded.