(Until, #4)
Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Release Date: Jne 2, 2014
Sophie Grates has never had it easy, but she’s finding her way through life one step and one day at a time.
That is, Until Nico comes in and flips her world upside-down. He forces her to see you cannot live life from the outside looking in, and sometimes you have to step out onto the ledge so you can really enjoy the view.
Nico Mayson knew the moment he saw Sophie Grates that she was the one. His whole life, he has been judged by what’s on the outside, so finding a beautiful woman who sees the real him only makes his feelings that much stronger.
Nico knows the kind of man he is, and the things he is capable of, and he will do everything in his power to help Sophie fight her demons so they can have their happily ever after.
Everything in life worth having is worth fighting for.
That is, Until Nico comes in and flips her world upside-down. He forces her to see you cannot live life from the outside looking in, and sometimes you have to step out onto the ledge so you can really enjoy the view.
Nico Mayson knew the moment he saw Sophie Grates that she was the one. His whole life, he has been judged by what’s on the outside, so finding a beautiful woman who sees the real him only makes his feelings that much stronger.
Nico knows the kind of man he is, and the things he is capable of, and he will do everything in his power to help Sophie fight her demons so they can have their happily ever after.
Everything in life worth having is worth fighting for.
(Until #4)
by Aurora Rose Reynolds
ARC Review
Released: June 3, 2014
My rating: 4 of 5 ⭐️
Very carefully, that is how Sophie Grates has been living her life thus far. Trust is her biggest shortfall and she has good reason. Since moving, Sophie hasn't made any friends, still relying on her one best friend she left behind. Carefully navigating her job and the new town, she hasn't ventured out enough to meet anyone. That is until fate delivered her Nico, tall, rugged, tattooed and dangerous looking and yet the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.
He never thought it would hit this hard, the family curse. But when Nico Mayson met the sweet, pretty and innocent looking school librarian, it didn't take more than a second for him to know, Sophie was his. So unlike his usual casual conquests, who were always fast and easy, this girl was shy and resistent and for the first time, Nico had to work to win the girl. But there was no way he would give up on her, no matter how difficult she made it or how much ribbing he would need to take from his brothers.
It seems Nico had not been the only one who has seen the treasure in Sophie. There is someone else who has been standing on the sidelines, waiting for an opportunity to jump in and they are not thrilled 'their' Sophie looks to be off the market. But they will have to find a way through Nico if they want to get to their treasure.....
*****
The most adorable Mayson brother!!!
Aurora Rose Reynolds sure knows how to write a fantasy man!! One that makes you all warm and gooey inside, irks the snot out of you and can curl your toes in the throes of passion......all within seconds!! Not to mention they have that hot, dark and dangerous, yummy look about them. Yup, Aurora does a good Alpha hero!
Sophie is a sweetie, a bit of an innocent, who had a really aweful experience at an impressionable age and had no one to help her process the aftermath. From the time she was a teenager there was no one to protect her, so as a way to protect herself, she minimized her exposure. By limiting her socializing, not dating, not making friends - all intended so she would not need to worry about possible negative consequences. She had no one to fall back on if things were to go wrong. Life had proven that to her a few times already. Nico is the antithesis of all she thought she knew. Without her invitation, he simply is there, ready to catch her when she falls, not waiting for her to ask or for her permission, she turns around and there he simply is. At first she doesn't quite know what to make of this, but with time she finds herself first anticipating - then expecting - and finally knowing in the depth of her heart, that he will catch her when she falls.
Boy, Nico has it bad, right from the start, and it may seem he is jumping through hoops, but this is something he wants from the core of his being. Every thing he does, every change he makes, is not out of obligation or by way of a request, it is because HE wants this, for himself, for his woman and with his woman. Sure, his family scoffs and so do his friends, making it seem like 'the mighty have fallen', but in Nico's eyes he has simply found his rightful home.
The love story - absolutely delightful. The intrigue part of the story could have used a little bit more presence overall. Snippets of that thread were rather haphazard through the book and the flow was a little lost on that, losing some of its credibility.
Also there were a few chapters that went into warp speed, when certain events from past books were taking place, since this story in part overlaps a previous novel. When those events pass, there is reference to it, as if the reader should know what happened in the previous book without any brief synopsis or explanation. I find that a little dangerous. This book could serve as a standalone novel, but that small little elimination of a proper synopsis of parallel events, completely obliterates that option in my opinion. It would not have taken much.
Having said that, the writing is great, and I love Aurora Rose Reynolds' style. She is engaging in her language use, knows her way around a literary bedroom and has a healthy insight in the human psyche and is not afraid to have her alpha men show some insight as well. A pleasure to read, as always!! I also read a few lines of what is coming next......let me tell you; THAT is one I am itching to get my paws on!!
✨Sweet, funny and blistering hot page-turner!✨
**Copy provided in return for an honest review**
I look around and see a guy staring at me. He’s about my age, not much taller than my five feet five inches, cute, and wearing a suit and tie. I start to wave to see if he’s the one I’m meeting, but then another guy catches my attention. He’s about six three and huge, and I don’t mean just in height; his body looks like it’s been chiseled from stone. He’s wearing black boots, washed-out blue jeans, and a white t-shirt, and every piece of skin exposed is covered with tattoos. His ears have those gauge thingies in them. His dark blond hair is cut low on the sides, and the top is in a fauxhawk. His jaw is strong, with a few days of stubble, and his eyes are so blue that they almost look like contacts. He is beautiful in a way that is unusual but no less gorgeous.
His eyes come to me before looking away quickly, and the next second, they come back to me and do a head-to-toe sweep. I gulp at the intense expression on his face. I glance past him to the other guy—or at least try to—but Mr. Tattoo starts towards me, blocking my view. I want to take a step back, but I can’t go anywhere. Then I see my phone in his hand.
“This yours?” he asks.
I nod like an idiot. He shakes his head, running his free hand down his face, and then his eyes sweep over me again.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he says, seeming upset.
I look down at myself, wondering how I could’ve offended him. I look normal—or my working-outside-the-house normal. When I’m at home working, I wear baggy sweats I cut off to make shorts or pajama pants that hang off of me along with tank tops or T-shirts. The few days a week I get out of the house, I like to dress up or at least wear heels.
“This cannot be fucking happening,” he growls, and I wonder if he is completely crazy.
“What?” I ask, finally finding my voice. I have to tilt my head way back; even in my four-inch heels, he still towers over me.
“You.”
“Me, what?” I ask, confused.
“Never mind. Who is this?” He presses the button on my phone, the screen lights up, and a picture of Jamie Dornan wearing nothing but a pair of jeans takes up the screen.
“Um…that’s Jamie,” I reply, wondering why he is asking but too afraid to ask him; the look on his face isn’t very inviting for conversation.
“He your man?”
“I wish,” I mumble under my breath and hear him growl.
My head flies back as I search his face; his jaw is ticking, and his knuckles of the hand holding my phone are turning white.
“What does that mean?” he asks.
“That’s Jamie Dornan. He’s playing Fifty. I don’t know him.” I feel my cheeks heat up and look down at my feet.
What the hell’s wrong with me? Why am I not afraid right now? I have been scared of virtually everything my whole life, and now, when I should be running for cover, I’m not scared at all. Just a little embarrassed.
“I don’t have time for this,” he says, and I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I all of a sudden really want my phone out of his hand before he crushes it to smithereens.
When I look up again, I see that he is walking away. My eyebrows come together, and I wonder what he is doing. Then I realize he still has my cell.
“Hey! You can’t steal my phone!” I run after him, grabbing his arm.
He looks down at me then stops short. I’m completely caught off guard when he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His free hand goes into my hair and pulls my head back, and then he kisses me. No, not kisses—he consumes me. My body starts to buzz like someone just plugged me into an electrical outlet, and I start to feel lightheaded. When he pulls his mouth from mine, I gasp, my fingers going to my lips.
“What was that?” I whisper, looking into his eyes.
“What’s your name?” he asks, still holding me close.
“Sophie,” I tell him, my answer spoken behind my fingers.
His body is as hard as a rock against mine; I can feel every muscle, every contour, and it takes everything in me to keep breathing. I realize this is the first time in my life I have ever felt small, my curvy figure never having allowed it before.
“Sophie,” he repeats, standing up to his full height and pulling me with him. I look around and wonder if time has stopped for anyone else. “My name is Nico.”
“Of course it is,” I say, staring into his amazing eyes, thinking that a guy who looks like him would have a name like that—cool and hot, something that rolls easily off your tongue but is hard to forget.
“I’ll see you when I get back into town, Sophie,” he says as he lets me go, making sure I’m steady on my feet.
“What?” I ask, looking around again.
“Here’s your phone.” He hands me my cell, and I’m still a little lightheaded when he starts to walk off again. I watch in a daze as he leaves, but then he turns around to face me from a few yards away. “Sophie?”
“Yeah?”
“Change the picture on your phone,” he demands before he turns and disappears into the crowd.
His eyes come to me before looking away quickly, and the next second, they come back to me and do a head-to-toe sweep. I gulp at the intense expression on his face. I glance past him to the other guy—or at least try to—but Mr. Tattoo starts towards me, blocking my view. I want to take a step back, but I can’t go anywhere. Then I see my phone in his hand.
“This yours?” he asks.
I nod like an idiot. He shakes his head, running his free hand down his face, and then his eyes sweep over me again.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he says, seeming upset.
I look down at myself, wondering how I could’ve offended him. I look normal—or my working-outside-the-house normal. When I’m at home working, I wear baggy sweats I cut off to make shorts or pajama pants that hang off of me along with tank tops or T-shirts. The few days a week I get out of the house, I like to dress up or at least wear heels.
“This cannot be fucking happening,” he growls, and I wonder if he is completely crazy.
“What?” I ask, finally finding my voice. I have to tilt my head way back; even in my four-inch heels, he still towers over me.
“You.”
“Me, what?” I ask, confused.
“Never mind. Who is this?” He presses the button on my phone, the screen lights up, and a picture of Jamie Dornan wearing nothing but a pair of jeans takes up the screen.
“Um…that’s Jamie,” I reply, wondering why he is asking but too afraid to ask him; the look on his face isn’t very inviting for conversation.
“He your man?”
“I wish,” I mumble under my breath and hear him growl.
My head flies back as I search his face; his jaw is ticking, and his knuckles of the hand holding my phone are turning white.
“What does that mean?” he asks.
“That’s Jamie Dornan. He’s playing Fifty. I don’t know him.” I feel my cheeks heat up and look down at my feet.
What the hell’s wrong with me? Why am I not afraid right now? I have been scared of virtually everything my whole life, and now, when I should be running for cover, I’m not scared at all. Just a little embarrassed.
“I don’t have time for this,” he says, and I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I all of a sudden really want my phone out of his hand before he crushes it to smithereens.
When I look up again, I see that he is walking away. My eyebrows come together, and I wonder what he is doing. Then I realize he still has my cell.
“Hey! You can’t steal my phone!” I run after him, grabbing his arm.
He looks down at me then stops short. I’m completely caught off guard when he wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His free hand goes into my hair and pulls my head back, and then he kisses me. No, not kisses—he consumes me. My body starts to buzz like someone just plugged me into an electrical outlet, and I start to feel lightheaded. When he pulls his mouth from mine, I gasp, my fingers going to my lips.
“What was that?” I whisper, looking into his eyes.
“What’s your name?” he asks, still holding me close.
“Sophie,” I tell him, my answer spoken behind my fingers.
His body is as hard as a rock against mine; I can feel every muscle, every contour, and it takes everything in me to keep breathing. I realize this is the first time in my life I have ever felt small, my curvy figure never having allowed it before.
“Sophie,” he repeats, standing up to his full height and pulling me with him. I look around and wonder if time has stopped for anyone else. “My name is Nico.”
“Of course it is,” I say, staring into his amazing eyes, thinking that a guy who looks like him would have a name like that—cool and hot, something that rolls easily off your tongue but is hard to forget.
“I’ll see you when I get back into town, Sophie,” he says as he lets me go, making sure I’m steady on my feet.
“What?” I ask, looking around again.
“Here’s your phone.” He hands me my cell, and I’m still a little lightheaded when he starts to walk off again. I watch in a daze as he leaves, but then he turns around to face me from a few yards away. “Sophie?”
“Yeah?”
“Change the picture on your phone,” he demands before he turns and disappears into the crowd.
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