Tristan hit rock bottom, and no one felt the impact harder than Danika. She was forced to see, in the most brutal of ways, that love does not conquer all. Bruised, bloody, and broken she had to walk away.
Picking up the pieces of your life after a tragedy is a daunting prospect, and that’s considering you still own all of the pieces. But what if you don’t? What if someone else owns those pieces, and those pieces are a part of your soul?
You dig deep and work with what you’ve got.
That’s what Danika told herself and believed, every single day, for years.
Tristan and Danika’s love had failed every test that life had thrown at them. She couldn’t forget that, not for one second. And if those tests had been overly harsh, well, she wasn’t one to wallow in self-pity. The failure was the thing she had to focus on. The failure was the lesson. She had no intention of working so hard to make it out of hell without learning that lesson well.
Over six years after the night that changed everything, Danika finds herself forced to spend the weekend constantly in Tristan’s company, as they attend the wedding of two of their dearest friends. It’s been long enough that she feels they can be friendly again without it destroying her peace of mind, but just a small amount of time in his presence has her remembering something she had forced herself to forget: There’d been a reason she’d gone through hell with this man, for this man, some true good to precede the bad.
She shocks herself by quickly giving in to a hunger that she never imagined could still consume her.
Even the best intentioned denial has a breaking point.
THE HARSH REALITY
After everything that’s happened, the rise and the fall, the pain and the aftermath, can these two navigate the waters of acute regret, survive the trials of coming face to face with all that they have lost, and find the strength to try again?
I’ve had mixed feelings about these books from the start but one thing is for certain: these books are unforgettable. There’s been love, lust, anger, angst, hot sex, and heartbreak. This last book was certainly no different. It may quite possibly have been my favorite.
After all that had happened with Tristan and Danika to get me to the third book of the series, I guess it ultimately meant that I was invested in seeing a second chance that would hopefully blow my freaking mind. I won’t lie, they might have been bad for each other but I wanted them together always. By the time I got to the last page I can openly admit that I wiped away a tear or twenty. I don’t know, who’s counting anyways?
Danika and Tristan have taken up residence in that part of my heart that is only reserved for characters like Ian and Sparrow, Olivia and Caleb, Nova and Quinton, and so on and so on. I’m not a big fan of series but this one will drive you to insanity, make you fall in and out of love repetitively, break your heart, mend it and take you on a journey that is simply unforgettable.
“Love is messy. Love takes a fucking piece of you before its done.”