Thursday, February 11, 2016

Blog Tour: Take Your Time by Leddy Harper


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How do you repair a broken heart?

Sarah Campbell had always been the type of person who laughed the loudest, smiled the brightest, and the constant rock when anyone needed her. She had a good life full of friends and family, until everything came crashing down around her. Dealing with tragedy, Saturday nights became her only escape from the darkness and pain she felt inside. Not wanting anything more than to just give herself to someone—anyone—and let them take away the hurt. Until one Saturday night when Bentley Cole sat next to her at the bar.

Bentley knew a thing or two about broken hearts. One look into Sarah’s dull and desperate eyes, and he knew he would do anything he could to take her pain away. Changing his plans and throwing caution to the wind, Bentley made it his mission to help Sarah learn to live again, even if it meant losing himself in the process.

Fate put them together.
The rest would be up to their broken hearts.

*Take Your Time follows Falling to Pieces, but can be read as a standalone

4.5 Stars

Review by Jen Skewes

Take Your Time is the second book in this series.  You do not have to read Falling to Pieces prior to reading this one by I definitely recommend that you do, simply because it is one of my favorite books and so good.  Take Your Time is not only a love story but is a beautiful and emotional journey of love, loss, grief and finding one’s self again. 

Sarah had a good life, a family that loved her and she was happy.  Then on Christmas Day tragedy struck leaving her with a broken heart.  Honestly it was more like her heart was completely shattered into pieces.  The only way that she knew how to cope was by spending her Saturday nights at the bar picking up a random guy to spend the night with.   She got what she needed and she didn’t have to give anything back in return.  She no longer believed in love.  She no longer wanted the marriage, the husband, the white picket fence.  None of that mattered to her any more.  She constructed a wall around her heart and just knew she would never love again.  But that all changed the night she met Bentley Cole at the bar.

Bentley is in town and has been staying with his cousin.  He too has a broken heart and secrets to go with it.  But when he meets Sarah there is something about the girl with the sadness in her eyes.  He wants to find out why it is there, what happened to her and help her to move past it. He just wanted to make her feel alive again, to make her happy.  He never planned on falling for her, but he did.  He has a secret, one that can cause Sarah to run away as fast as she can.  He knows that he needs to tell her but is so afraid of losing her and what they have.  When it finally comes out will the time she spent with Bentley feel like it was all a lie?  Will she ever be able to move on from her hurt and live again and at the same time open up her heart to him?

Ah!  I cannot even begin to describe this story and how much I loved these characters.  Bentley was an amazing guy.  At first I think my guard may have been up as well because he almost seemed too good to be true.  He felt like the white knight who swooped in at just the right time.  But he truly was the great guy that you saw him to be.  He knew that Sarah was hurt and he wanted her to open up to him and be able to let it all out.  He wanted her to not be afraid to fall.  And he would be there to help her. He was kind and sweet and very, very patient with her. 

Sarah knew that there was some connection that she had with Bentley but she had trouble understanding it.  I think that in a way she thought about it too much and tried so hard to understand why he came into her life and why he wanted to help her.  She wanted him in a sexual way, there was no doubt about that and she made that clear.  But Bentley was not that guy and that is what I loved about him.  He wouldn’t give her what she needed just because she thought she needed it.  In the short time they spent together he seemed to know her and be able to read her better than anyone.  That is what I loved about their connection.  It felt real and not rushed at all.  Sarah needed to take her time with it all and Bentley helped her to do that.

As I mentioned Bentley had a secret and as the reader you know that he is hiding something but you have no idea what it is.  I tried so hard to figure it out but boy was I so wrong.  And when you do find out I think in a way it took my breath away.  I felt the same thing in that moment that Sarah felt.  Shock was one of them.  But you almost didn’t know how to feel.  I cannot go into reasons why or really explain it without spoiling it but truthfully words cannot describe the feelings in that moment when he tells her the truth. 

At times my heart hurt for both of these characters.  Especially in the momemt when the secret came out.  I saw how much this man loved Sarah and how much she could truly hurt him by running away. But at the same time  he could hurt her just as badly.  Sarah has been dealing with so much in the last five months that you just want to hug her and tell her it will all be ok. 

This is more than a love story between two broken people.   It is a very beautiful and emotional story about finding yourself again.  Sarah dealt with the tragedy in her in a life in a way that never allowed her to truly feel.  And in the process shutting people out.  But she needed to first heal herself before she could give her heart away.  And those moments in this book were just so beautiful and so touching to watch. 

I have become a big fan of Leddy Harper.  Her writing is just so beautiful and amazing.  As a reader I tend to like more dialogue between the characters, rather than the inner thoughts of the characters.  In this book we do see Sarah’s inner thoughts from her point of view often.  But that is what I love about Ms. Harper’s writing.  It all flows perfectly.  I want to know every thought that her characters have and the way she writes their words just captures you from beginning to end.   She just knows how to completely suck you into the world of her characters and make you feel like you are going on this journey with them.  I look forward to anything that she writes and cannot wait for Luke's book.

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In a low tone, keeping my voice steady and even, I said, “You know what I need, yet you keep it from me—dangle it like a carrot—and then get pissed when I go find it somewhere else.”
He sneered and then spun around, pushing me forward at the same time until my body leaned into the open door of his truck, my hands braced against the seat and his hard chest against my back. I didn’t have time to do anything other than gasp before his hand cupped my sex over my jean shorts, adding pressure with his palm that caused my hips to buck against him.
“Is this what you want, Sarah?” he asked with a growl, his lips grazing my ear. His other arm wound around my body, his forearm against my chest as his hand gently grabbed my neck, tilting my head back against his shoulder.
I thrust my hips back, seeking more from him. “No.” I let go of the seat with one arm to grab his hand, leading it to where I needed it the most—inside my shorts.
His hot palm stilled against the sensitive flesh of my lower stomach, his fingertips barely beneath the waistband of my shorts. “Tell me what you need, Sarah. Say it. Beg for it. I’m not going to give you shit until I hear the words come out of your mouth.”
“Touch me. Please, Bentley. I need you to touch me.” My voice was nothing but air with a few syllables cracking through, proving to him how desperate I craved his touch.
His hand moved beneath my shorts at a slow, torturous pace. The heat from his palm scorched my skin, taking my breath away as I anticipated the path of his fingers. The moment his fingertips breached the top band of my lacy underwear, a moan vibrated in my chest, moved up my throat, and escaped past my lips.
“This is what you want?” His voice sounded just as strained as my own. He pressed his body into my back more, causing me to lean forward until my forehead landed on the soft leather of the seat in front of me. His hand slipped from my neck to my chest, grabbing my breast through my thin tank top. “If I do this for you, there’s no more bars. No more random hook-ups. No more dealing with life on your back.”
I moaned again and wiggled my hips, hoping he’d do more than tease me with his fingertips and warm hand on my pelvic bone.
“Say it, Sarah. Agree with me, and you’ll get what you want. But you have to say it.”
“Fine. I agree with you. Now please, touch me.” I hated to beg, but he had me so worked up I couldn’t do anything else. I’d promise him anything at that moment if it would’ve made him keep going.
“Say it. All of it.”
“I won’t go to bars anymore and pick up guys, I promise.”
His body curled around my back, the heat of his breath landing on my bare shoulder in reckless waves. He gripped my breast harder, searching for my nipple through the material of my shirt and bra. When he couldn’t get close enough, he frantically moved his hand beneath my shirt, peeling back the cup to my bra and pinching my hardened nipple between his fingers. The sensation made my knees weak and an airy gasp leave my lips. It must’ve affected him, too, because as soon as the air burst from my lungs, I felt his teeth graze over my shoulder before gently biting down.
“You want me to make you come, Sarah?” His words were throaty, desperate.
“You need it?”
“Yes,” I repeated, more frantic than before. One-word answers were all I could give.
He moved his hand again until the pads of his fingers were pressed against my aching clit. He held it there for a moment, tormenting me, but then slowly pushed his finger through my folds until finding my soaked core. I wanted him to push it farther until I could feel his thick finger inside me. But he didn’t. He dipped just the tip in, gathering up enough moisture, before moving back to my hard nub. I wanted to complain, beg him to go back to where he was, but the way his fingers circled my sensitive bundle of nerves left me speechless.
“I need you to tell me what you like. Tell me what feels good. Don’t go silent on me now, Sarah. If this is what you want—what you need—then you have to give me something. I need to hear you.”
He was so demanding, yet handing over the control at the same time. I’d never been with a man like that before. It was either one or the other with the men before him. But it was such a turn on to hear him talk, hear the way he vocalized my effect on him through his strained voice, his ragged pants. I hadn’t even had an orgasm yet and I was already gone, my mind light and free.
“I need you in me. Put your fingers in me,” I demanded urgently, although my voice was shaken and pathetic, not at all demanding.

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Leddy Harper had to use her imagination often as a child. She grew up the only girl in a house full of boys. At the age of fourteen, she decided to use that imagination and wrote her first book, and never stopped.
She often calls writing her therapy, using it as a way to deal with issues through the eyes of her characters.
The decision to publish her first book was made as a way of showing her children to go after whatever it is they want to. Love what you do and do it well. Most importantly Leddy wanted to teach them what it means to overcome their fears.
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