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BESTSELLING AUTHOR M.
ROBINSON
ROBINSON
COVER MODEL MITCH
MCKERSIE
MCKERSIE
COVER DESIGN THE
FINAL WRAP
FINAL WRAP
RELEASE MAY 10TH
They say in order to find yourself you have to go home.
What if home was what you're running from?
Where did that leave you?
Always on the other side of the fence.
Always looking in.
Always wishing you were someone you couldn't be.
Until one day you meet her.
The one.
She was my high, but she was also...
My demise.
“See, baby, you’ve always been with me. Even when you weren’t.”
4.5 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane
Review by Lisa Kane
M Robinson does it to me every time! Austin Taylor was not a favorite character of mine. He just seemed to messed up, too needy and towards the end of the other stories, just too much a junkie for me to relate to or like. But in Crave we learn why he was so messed up and how he fought to bring himself back from the abysess ***
Briggs real name is Daisy Mitchell. If will be a long time before you find out why she prefers to be called Briggs. Orphaned at an early age she was left to the care of her uncle Alejandro Martinez, a cold ruthless man who controlled just about everyone and everything in his empire. Briggs saw things no child should every see, but she fell into a certain way of life. Her “occupation” would have a domino effect on her later life.
We know who Austin is-we know about his car accident with Alex but what we didn’t know was the back pain he suffered would be the start of his addiction to pain killers. There are lots of holes regarding his life that are cemented in this story. He meets the mysterious Briggs and then months go by without him seeing her again. But when they are reunited he will be sucked into her world and his craving for drugs will be his biggest temptation. Briggs is partly the reason for the path his life followed.
“Hi, my name is Austin Taylor, and I’m a drug addict.”
Theirs is one complicated, messed up relationship. She is more than aware of the feelings he has always had for Alex.
The home that I built with him out of a deck of cards was crumbling down on me. He didn’t love me…
He. Loved. Her.
She is the ultimate enabler and he is the poster child for an addict. He blames everyone else around him and she holds so much guilt for so many heartbreaking things (and I mean ugly cry things) that she lets him get away with so much. I didn’t think anyone’s story could be as angsty as Dylan and Aubrey’s but this one is just as sad and precious and forgiving. There are so many things that cause the rift between them and yet neither one can ever be free of the other.
“It’s not me I’m blaming.”
I think the thing I love about this series it that no one could ever say things are rushed. The stories all take place over years, decades even. The characters suffer great loss and separation. But there is always so much growth and it is believable and genuine. This series will break you, literally tear your soul apart, but that is what makes it so damn delicious. You think how can it possibly hurt anymore and then it does. But at the end, and there always is the end, you will smile and sigh and your soul will be healed.
Colors
blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times
and just like that…
blended together making it hard to focus on one thing. I blinked a few times
and just like that…
I
saw her face.
saw her face.
As
if she was standing right in front of me.
if she was standing right in front of me.
Smiling.
Happy.
Laughing.
My
whole world…
whole world…
My
girl.
girl.
I
felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting
to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving
to fucking love her.
felt my lips curl up slightly at the vision as I reached out for her. Wanting
to touch her, needing to hold her, yearning to kiss her. Craving, God, craving
to fucking love her.
“I’m
sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested
mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to
believe me.
sorry,” I murmured out loud to no one but the illusion of my drug-infested
mind. “I’m so fucking sorry,” I repeated repentantly, longing for her to
believe me.
Aching
for her to love me again like she used to.
for her to love me again like she used to.
I
don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,
subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I
couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
don’t know how long I sat there, staring at her beautiful face before my eyes,
subconsciously rubbing the tattooed key that was placed over my heart. I
couldn’t take it anymore, and the desire won over the haze.
It
was too powerful.
was too powerful.
It
was too vivid.
was too vivid.
I
grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly
followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I
urged with desperation in my tone.
grabbed my phone. “Baby,” I said into the speaker. The ringing quickly
followed, going straight to voicemail. I hung up and tried again. “Baby,” I
urged with desperation in my tone.
Still
nothing.
nothing.
I
tried again and again and again.
tried again and again and again.
I
would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
would try until the end of time if that’s what it took for her to answer.
To
talk to me.
talk to me.
To
save me.
save me.
To
crave me.
crave me.
Time
just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying
to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
just seemed to standstill, as my life slowly played out in front of me. Trying
to balance in between the light and the darkness when all I could see was gray.
“What?!”
she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many
failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
she screamed into the phone, finally answering after I don’t know how many
failed attempts. “What the hell do you want now?”
“Mi
cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
cielo.” I breathed a sigh of relief.
She
ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
ignored my term of endearment. I hadn’t called her that in such a long time.
My
heaven.
heaven.
“What
do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this
anymore!”
do you want, Austin? Why are you calling me? We’re over! I can’t do this
anymore!”
I shut
my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time
where she didn’t hate me.
my eyes and let my mind wonder, allowing it to go to another place in time
where she didn’t hate me.
“I
remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just
happened.
remember the first time I made you smile,” I chuckled, as if it had just
happened.
My
nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too
intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
nerves were on fire. The mere sound of her breathing through the phone was too
intense for me. I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry.
“I
remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you
remember what my love feels like?”
remember when you used to smile just for me. Do you remember, baby? Do you
remember what my love feels like?”
I
heard her faintly breathing.
heard her faintly breathing.
“Do
you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you
come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not
forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
you remember my hands on you? My lips? My tongue? The first time I made you
come with my mouth? Do you remember all the times since? Tell me I’m not
forgotten. Tell me you remember, baby.”
Silence.
“I
love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see
that? I’m dying without you.”
love you, Briggs. I love you so fucking much. You’re killing me, don’t you see
that? I’m dying without you.”
“No,
Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say
that.
Austin. You were dying with me,” she rasped, knowing that it killed her to say
that.
“The
first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is
goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son
of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.”
first time I saw your face, I thought to myself, damn, this beautiful girl is
goin’ to be the death of me. You were perfect in every way. I was a cocky son
of a bitch who needed you then, as much as I need you now.”
More
silence.
silence.
“I
had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you
had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.
Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I
saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
had a dream about you, baby. I always fucking dream about you. In my dream you
had a ring on your finger. A ring I put there. You belonged to me. Only mine.
Forever fucking mine. You were pregnant, Briggs. You looked so goddamn happy. I
saw light at the end of the tunnel for the first time in years.”
She
sniffled into the phone.
sniffled into the phone.
“I
made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every
last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until
you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
made love to you. Slow, just the way you love. Taking my time to touch every
last inch of your body. Memorizing every last bit of you. Making you come until
you begged me to stop. I didn’t.”
“I
can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
can’t—” she tried to interject, but I didn’t let up.
“I
kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet
lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.
For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing
I can’t give you.”
kissed your stomach. Our baby. Letting my lips linger there, whispering sweet
lullabies, letting her know daddy will always be there. Baby, it was so real.
For a second I gave you the one thing you so desperately wanted, the one thing
I can’t give you.”
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Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles,
cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters
Club and R.L. Stein. She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She
is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German
Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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