Pieces For You by Genna Rulon
Series: For You #2
on December 17, 2013
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult, Romance
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"The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies,
and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.” -Miguel de Cervantes
Samantha Whitney survived unimaginable tragedy only to discover she had been betrayed by a man who claimed to love her. Shattered, Sam spends months at a safe haven trying to piece herself back together. Ready or not, the time has come for her to return home.
As Sam struggles to resume a life that no longer feels familiar, she finds unwavering support in an unexpected, familiar face. Confronting Sam’s raw emotions and open wounds head-on, Griffin manages to take two steps forward for every step she retreats.
But when Sam is once again threatened, Griffin must decide how far he is willing to go to protect the woman he wants…knowing the cost of her safety is the risk of losing her.
Pieces For You is a captivating journey of survival, healing, and sacrifice—teeming with honesty, humor, unexpected twists, and love’s unsurpassed endurance.
*Though Pieces For You is a part of the For You Series, the book can be read as a stand alone.
My review can be found here! This was an amazing book. Genna Rulon is definitely an author to watch! Griffin is my favorite book boyfriend possibly EVER!
Title: Pieces for You (For You #2)
Author: Genna Rulon
Genre: New Adult 18+
Publication Date: December 15, 2013
Event organized by: Literati Author Services, Inc.
In a classic male move, he grabbed the bottom of his tank and lifted it to wipe the dampness from his face. My ravenous eyes snapped to his stomach. I was greeted by one, two, three…eight, eight perfectly chiseled abdominal muscles. The elusive eight-pack—I had heard rumors of its existence, seen pictures even, but I’d never encountered the phenomenon in person. I reached up and pinched my arm to ensure I was not dreaming. Ouch! Nope, not dreaming. My fingertips itched to touch him, to trace each and every line and crevice—suddenly a black wall of cotton obstructed my view. Son of a bitch, it was criminal. The man should not be allowed to wear a shirt…ever.