Author: S. Ferguson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publish Date: December 19, 2016
Review Source: eARC
After a life full of cruelty, Bree is left with no one to turn to—except him.
Declan, who's suffered his own fair share of tragedy, sees the girl on the park bench with the sad eyes and Converse shoes as a kindred spirit —and a chance to redeem himself. He couldn't save his mother. Maybe he can save her.
But is Bree too broken to let him in?
Declan may be her only hope for solace, if he's strong enough to break down her walls. Will she risk letting him in ... or let her pain consume her?
This book is intended for readers 18 and older. It contains violence and references of rape and child abuse.
Did somebody mention this was S. Ferguson's debut novel? Because if they didn't, no need to worry. The writing, the characters, the story line was all so enriched in detail, that it doesn't matter if this was a debut novel or not. SOMETHING THERE IN BETWEEN is a beautiful story of hurt, and loss, and finding oneself to move on with life. This is a dual point of view novel, and I tend to find myself liking novels like that a little bit more than others just because it gives a new perspective throughout the novel instead of focusing on one character's thoughts.
Within the first few pages the reader is introduced to the main character, Bree. Bree has had a rather difficult life, and it is evident that with her rough life comes a lot of reflecting on where SHE went wrong as a person. Bree is hard on herself. She thinks that everything that happens in her life is because of her. A strong character, Bree finds herself in more situations than she should knowing that her life is so much more than she lets on. While she works for a local bar where she's practically in charge of the men that work alongside of her, and they all know it. When a chance meeting with Declan occurs, that's when Bree throws her guard up higher than it's ever been.
Declan knows about Bree. He's known about her since his brother had talked about her. A chance meeting at "her" bench near her apartment, leaves the typical bad boy in a world full of want for something he can't have....at least at the moment. Declan surprises Bree by showing up to the bar she works at, declaring that he now works there as well. Through all of her pain, her walls that she's built, and all of her issues that she throws out on the table, Declan is there through it all. Showing her that she is so much more than anyone else ever made her feel, or believe. A truly beautiful couple that will make your heart stop, and your fingers flip pages as quickly as possible. So much to this couple, and to themselves as individuals that I think readers need to experience for themselves. You won't be disappointed with this one!
This was an outstanding read. If you are looking for a new novel, this is it. SOMETHING THERE IN BETWEEN is just an outstanding, fun, heart felt read that will make you want to devour this book. S. Ferguson is definitely on my watch list for 2017, and I honestly cannot wait to see what she dishes out next. A brilliant 5 stars to S. Ferguson, and a job well done!
That does it for me.
The idea that someone is hurting her causes a rage I’ve only ever felt once before in my life to flow through my entire body. I clench my fists and decide now is the moment I confront her. Is there another asshole bothering her now? Did her douchebag ex make an appearance? I will fucking end whoever did this to her. I know without asking that Jake would have my back on that move. I’d be willing to bet money Ron would as well. It takes every ounce of strength I have, but I wait until the night is a little closer to being over before snatching her arm and pulling her through the doorway into the dark kitchen. I spin her around to the wall beside the doorway, leaning down so we’re face to face, eye to eye.
“You’re gonna tell me what the fuck is going on, and you’re gonna tell me right the fuck now. Is someone hurting you? Why are your knuckles all bruised? You been fighting?” I fire off everything at once, realizing I sound like a nagging girlfriend, but I need to know she’s okay. I NEED to get this off my chest.
Bree sighs deeply, her warm breath fanning across my neck, making me aware of our proximity. I have her pinned to the wall, my left hand is still gripping her shoulder, and my right hand is on the wall above her head. I’m being a bastard, and using my size to cage her in. I watch her closely for signs of fear, but she almost looks bored, and mostly just annoyed. I know she can still refuse to answer, but I’ll be damned if she gets away from me until I have my say.
She raises her eyes to give me an angry glare and I feel my dick twitch. Seeing fire in her eyes as opposed to the sadness they always carry makes her ten times hotter. Fuck, I’m an asshole. Something is seriously wrong with her, and I’m standing here getting turned on.
“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. I’ve been…training. You know exercising and punching a bag. That’s why my knuckles are bruised.” She raises an eyebrow at me, daring me to question her more. I smirk down at her…she has no idea who she’s messing with.
“You need to wear gloves then. You’re going to ruin your beautiful hands. You’re not actually sparring are you? ”I ask, my voice deeper than I intended. I’ve never been this close to her before, and my dick is currently trying to punch its way out of my zipper to reach her.
She glances down, and I have a moment of horror when I realize there is no way she’s going to miss my erection. I’m a healthy boy, and my jeans were already on the tight side. Her breath hitches, and she jerks her eyes back up to meet mine.
When I see the heat in her eyes, I swear I almost come in my pants like a teenager. Bree is fucking turned on by me. I can work with this. Letting go of her shoulder, I put my hand on the wall, completely closing her in, and lower my head towards hers.
“I don’t fool around with Ron’s guys,” she says softly, making no move to avoid my quickly approaching lips.
“Good thing I’m not one then,” I say, my mouth forming a smirk. I’m now so close to her lips I can feel their warmth on my own.
“YO BREE, where ya at?” I hear Jake yell from outside the door. His voice is like a splash of cold water, causing me to jerk back, and the moment is gone.
“My brother is an asshole,” I grumble, lowering my hands to adjust my erection, and backing further away from her.
“Your brother just stopped me from making a stupid mistake,” she says, before walking out of the door.
S. Ferguson is a military wife and mother of three. She loves to find beauty in the flawed and broken.
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