Holt
She likes it quick and dirty.
I like orders and rules.
She hates small talk.
I hate to share.
She’s an open book.
I’m a closed dresser drawer.
She rides a Harley.
And that drives me f’ing nuts.
Annalyse and I have both lived in our own personal hells for half a decade. She’s learned to love the warmth, and I’m still consumed. But my new neighbor is stoking more than my libido these days. We agreed on only pleasure. But she changed the rules.
And now I’m not even sure what they are.
Maybe there’s a reason she found me that night, maybe there’s a reason I can’t stop thinking about her, maybe there’s a reason for the pain. Maybe not.
We all look for reasons in life. Reasons for death, love, pain. Why one thing happens and not another? It’s human nature. We’ve been looking for the meaning of life since the beginning of time. But maybe the reason for all of it — life, love, loss, heartache — is the curvy brunette living next door.
Review by Jen Skewes
I absolutely loved this book. I am always a sucker when it comes to a broken hero or heroine. But when you have two broken souls come together and heal, it gets me every time. The Reason for Me is a heart breaking yet beautiful story about love, loss, guilt, friendship and hope. This book will bring out your emotions and make you feel with the characters.
Annalyse lost the love of her life about 5 years ago. Since then she has been traveling around the world, writing down her experiences, her emotions and her thoughts in the form of a blog. She could not stay in the town that she spent with the love of her life. The memories, while good were just too painful for her. But now she has decided it is time to come back and try to move on with her life. It is time to settle down in one place and get her life back. She is living in her sister’s home for a few months while her sister is away. She may have decided to settle back in one place but that does not mean she is healed. She is still so broken and in so much pain but she is going to try to move on. Then she meets her sister’s neighbor and he brings something out in her that no one has been able to do in the past five years. But Holt is just as broken as she it, if not more.
Holt has his own past and his own story to tell. He has been living through his own pain and guilt. But when he meets Annalyse he cannot stop thinking about her. He wants her in ways that maybe he shouldn’t, because he knows that he has nothing to offer her. He cannot give her what she needs, wants and deserves. But he still cannot stay away. He can offer one thing and one thing only and that is pleasure. But what happens when he realizes that she wants more? If he doesn’t open up to her he may lose her. Will he finally realize that he is worthy of someone else’s love, and will he finally open up his heart and soul to this woman?
I loved this book for so many reasons. One of them being Annlyse. I loved how the author gave us her background story in the form of blog posts. But it was also a way of her opening up to Holt and explaining her emotions to him at certain moments in her life, including the present. We learned of her past, what happened on that horrific night that left her so broken. She was a strong woman and even in the present with Holt. She knew what she wanted and eventually what she deserved and didn’t back down.
Holt was a hard nut to crack at first. He was a little controlling in the beginning, and I had to wonder why. There were moments where I questioned his motives for wanting to control certain situations. Was it a result of his past? And that led to the biggest question of them all: what happened to him that has caused him to be so broken and closed off? He is a broken man who is carrying so much guilt on his shoulders. When you finally found out what happened my heart broke for this man. What he went through and to see his reasons for feeling guilty, I could completely understand why this man was so lost and so broken. I can see why he closed himself off to people. And while I wasn’t sure how I felt about him in the beginning I ended up loving this broken man. He was sexy, and sweet and despite what he thought the man had a heart, he just needed to let someone in. I loved watching him grow and become the man that Annalyse needed and deserved. I love watching the two of them open up their hearts to love, watching them heal and be able to move on. It was such a beautiful story that will break your heart at times but in the end will leave you smiling. Another amazing job by Ms. Lane
Annalyse
“You should have on a life jacket.”
“When I kayak or when I ride my motorcycle?” I ask.
He tries not to smile, but he does. “Pissed, huh?”
“Observant, aren’t you?”
“Motorcyclists are twenty-five percent more likely to die and five times more likely to be injured than a passenger in a car,” he says.
“You looked that up just to lecture me, didn’t you?”
“Not the point,” he says. “No more motorcycle.”
Did he really think he could go all alpha male on me? Usually, it would be hot as all-get-out to see a man in control, dominant, but right now alpha equals asshole! Note to self — I should do a blog post on that. Where have all the good alphas gone? “Who do you think you are?” I say, walking away. “You’re not my husband or my father. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t let my father or husband order me around like this.”
His fingers lightly touch my elbow. It isn’t a grab. I barely feel it, and as quickly as he touched me, it’s over. “I’m a doctor. I’ve seen what . . .”
“You’re a gynecologist! You’ve seen what a motorcycle can do to a vagina?”
Oh God, I’m in trouble. He’s got the dirtiest look in his eye. “I’d imagine the vibration would feel pretty damn good.”
I can’t help it and bust out laughing. “You are impossible.”
“And it’s the law to carry a life vest for every person in a kayak,” he says.
“You should have on a life jacket.”
“When I kayak or when I ride my motorcycle?” I ask.
He tries not to smile, but he does. “Pissed, huh?”
“Observant, aren’t you?”
“Motorcyclists are twenty-five percent more likely to die and five times more likely to be injured than a passenger in a car,” he says.
“You looked that up just to lecture me, didn’t you?”
“Not the point,” he says. “No more motorcycle.”
Did he really think he could go all alpha male on me? Usually, it would be hot as all-get-out to see a man in control, dominant, but right now alpha equals asshole! Note to self — I should do a blog post on that. Where have all the good alphas gone? “Who do you think you are?” I say, walking away. “You’re not my husband or my father. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t let my father or husband order me around like this.”
His fingers lightly touch my elbow. It isn’t a grab. I barely feel it, and as quickly as he touched me, it’s over. “I’m a doctor. I’ve seen what . . .”
“You’re a gynecologist! You’ve seen what a motorcycle can do to a vagina?”
Oh God, I’m in trouble. He’s got the dirtiest look in his eye. “I’d imagine the vibration would feel pretty damn good.”
I can’t help it and bust out laughing. “You are impossible.”
“And it’s the law to carry a life vest for every person in a kayak,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “You like rules.”
“I like order.”
“Ordering people around,” I say.
“Only certain people,” he says.
Don’t ask me why, but the thought of him “ordering” me around made my legs clench together, or maybe it was the mention of vibrations. Either way, the idea of him taking control of my body didn’t sound bad to me at all. It would be nice to not think so damn much all the time and just feel something good for a change.
“I like order.”
“Ordering people around,” I say.
“Only certain people,” he says.
Don’t ask me why, but the thought of him “ordering” me around made my legs clench together, or maybe it was the mention of vibrations. Either way, the idea of him taking control of my body didn’t sound bad to me at all. It would be nice to not think so damn much all the time and just feel something good for a change.
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Prescott Lane is the Amazon best-selling author of Stripped Raw. She's got five other books under her belt including: First Position, Perfectly Broken, Quiet Angel, and Wrapped in Lace, and her new release, Layers of Her. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and holds a degree in sociology and a MSW from Tulane University. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren't enough happily ever afters in real life.
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