on March 25, 2014
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Romance
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Even after years of trauma therapy, Peyton still believes she’s broken. She has little desire to date or show off her natural beauty, content simply to hang out with her best friends and run her pie shop in New Orleans. But her world turns upside-down when a handsome architect and self-confessed player shows up in her shop and thinks she’s perfect, much more than the usual hook-up. While Peyton does her best to resist his charms, believing she could never be enough for him, she can’t deny the obvious heat between them. With Reed determined to have her, Peyton must decide whether to continue to hide behind her apron and baggy clothes or take a chance and share her scars with Reed, a man with a playboy reputation and scars of his own -- a dark past he can’t possibly share with Peyton, not after learning the horrors she’s endured. But if they can find a way to trust each other, and themselves, they just might be able to heal, to save each other, to live perfectly broken together.
This was just an okay read for me. My review is going to be short and hopefully to the point.
I really liked the push and pull between Peyton and Reed. I thought the build up to their first date was great. Peyton is a business owner of a pie shop in New Orleans. Reed is an architect. Peyton is trying to rebuild her life after a horrendous event. Reed is a well known man-whore. There’s something about these two un-likely people draw them together. I enjoyed Reed’s restraint when it came to Peyton. I could feel his frustration at times. And Peyton, plays the part well, as she continues to struggle with what happened to her and the ability to move on from it.
I also enjoyed the plot. Is it new and original? Maybe not but it is intriguing and everyone has a secret. It does become drama filled. No one wants to share their secrets. There’s ex’s and friends brothers and daddy issues….And it is bittersweet and a tear worthy when Peyton finally confesses to Reed.
Unfortunately, this is where the story falls flat for me.
I had a difficult time with the author’s writing style. There are different POV’s happening and at times I was very confused by who was speaking. Even the sub characters have a voice. The switch isn’t smooth. It can and does happen at any moment, like in the middle of a chapter. For me this took something away from the story. I think this is probably why I didn’t connect with the main characters like I usually do. I also struggled with authors use of identifying people by race. You should be able to infer something like that in your writing.
Dr. Lorraine offered a sympathetic smile and patted Peyton’s hand. “I’m an old African-American woman, so I know how hard it can be to find a good man. But you have to look.”
There are so many things wrong with that quote. I have no idea why being African-American has anything to do with finding a man. AND the vernacular the author uses when Dr. Lorraine is speaking should be enough for the reader to infer on their own what the character does or does not look like.
He’s a good guy. He’s even mentoring this black kid in the projects.
He quickly grew angry, overwhelmed, pissed at the Asian who’d suddenly begun to move his hands and arm without any accompanying instructions.
I’ve seen other reviews and honestly I’m not sure why I’m the only one seeing the story this way. I often wonder it means about me as a reader. But everyone is allowed their opinion and I’m sure there will be many others who enjoy this story.
*A copy of this book was kindly provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*
“Sometimes it’s better to push people away, so you don’t hurt them,” Peyton said, “and they don’t hurt you.”
Peyton shook her head. “I’m never going to be whole again.”
“That’s bullshit, too. I won’t have talk like that, Miss Peyton. I just won’t have it.” Dr. Lorraine cocked her head to the side. “It’s time for a change in direction — a serious change of direction. This is what we are going to do. You made a lot of progress with Reed – lots of good oral and other stuff. But now you’ve cut him off, and I see you backsliding. I don’t like to see it. I won’t allow it.” She stroked her chin then cracked her knuckles in preparation for some great declaration. “I’m prescribing a little retail therapy.”
“What?” Peyton cried.
“Yes, that’s what I’m prescribing. You get that friend of yours, Quinn, and hit the shops – Canal Place, Magazine Street, St. Charles Avenue, wherever,” Dr. Lorraine ordered, her whole body bouncing. “I don’t want to see you in those sad, baggy ass clothes anymore. Just looking at them, they mess with my head, and they screw up my whole day. You ever think about how they make me feel?”
“No,” Peyton said with a laugh.
“Makes me sad. I hate them. So I want new shoes, clothes, athletic wear, undergarments! Everything new. Got it?”
“How is this therapy?”
“Honey, you’re hiding again. You’ve flipped your sex switch back to off, and I’m not about to let it hibernate in some frozen tundra again for years. We’ve worked too damn hard. You need to get in touch with your sexuality without a man helping you do it. You have to do it. And clothes are the perfect place to start.”
Peyton shrugged. “I don’t feel like it.”
“You don’t feel like it? Tough shit! I didn’t feel like getting my pap smear last week, but I did.”
Peyton smiled. “It just seems like a waste of time and money.”
“Well, if you don’t want to do it through clothes, I can prescribe something else. Maybe a pole dancing class?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Or daily masturbation?”
Peyton rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll get the clothes.”
“Good,” Dr. Lorraine said, writing in Peyton’s chart, as if filling out a prescription to take to the drugstore. “Among other things, I want you to get some power panties.”
“Power panties?” Has she been talking to Bret?
“Sexy underwear,” Dr. Lorraine said, still writing. “They can make a woman feel very powerful.” She put down her pen and looked at Peyton. “When a man wants to be taken seriously, he usually wears a red tie. Ever notice that in presidential debates? Lots of red ties. Red is the color of power.” Dr. Lorraine waved her hand and snapped her fingers. “So get yourself some red panties, girl! Take back your power! Do it for yourself!” She handed Peyton her prescription.
“I didn’t realize my power was in my underwear.”