I was broken before I met Sebastian Pryor, but he decimated me. I swept the ashes of myself into a pile that I kept safe for thirteen years. Believe me it wasn’t pretty, oh but people thought we were perfect. I hate myself most days. I hate that I feel for him as much as I loathe who I’ve become with him. This story is hard to hear. You know what the worst part is? You’ll see part of you in me. You’ll hate that. You won’t tell anyone.
My story is about cracks. A description or telling of how cracks in a marriage, a life, a personality, a heart and a mind begin and continue for years without anyone knowing. You don't always see what causes the fissure, but you feel it. Can you remember who you were before all of this started, before your life became a jumble of deceit, longing and regret?
This book isn’t for anyone who needs a happily ever after.
This book isn’t for anyone who needs a fun time out from their life.
This book isn’t for anyone, but me.
This is my story. I won’t apologize for it.
To: Adrian Pryor
From: Rebecca Pryor
We are both locked up. Seems fitting. You’re awaiting trial. I saw it on the news. I have lucid moments, but I don’t want them because when I do I realize that Bash is the reason I’m here. The place is nice, I plant in the garden. I’ve hired someone to run the company, but they won’t let me bring my soldering iron in this fucking place. I’m paying them enough I should be able to do what I want.
How are you holding up? Do you feel like your skin crawls with fear that you’re never getting out? Sometimes when I’m not on the heavy meds I feel like insects cover my skin I try to breathe through my fear, I know this is my mind creating a false anxiety so I don’t have to deal with my real ones.
What is actually wrong with me? Have I always been this way? How did you love me? You did love me didn’t you? I can’t remember you anymore because I’m so medicated. It’s a welcome relief.
Can I be fixed? You fixed me for a good while, I leaned on you and you walked away from me. Maybe that was my mistake, always wanting someone else to fix me. I think if I can just talk to you that maybe I can fix myself. If I can just make sure I didn’t make up your love for me and that I can be loved, maybe I can move on. I’m getting out of here soon. I am getting better. The bar is set pretty low here so I’m way more sane than many of the people in this place.
I think I will come to Portland. Are you still there or did they put you in a federal prison somewhere else?
Do you believe any of this?
Do you think I can fix myself?
Do you believe in me?
I need someone to believe in me and I can’t remember if you did or not.
Week 1 will be Blushing Babes are Up All Night
Week 2 will be Up All Night Book Addict
Week 3 will be The Geekery Book Review
Week 4 will be A Bookish Escape
Let me just start off by saying I have been reading this author since her beginning. I received an advanced copy of her first book, By a Thread, and I have been blown away with her story telling ever since. I never thought she could ever match that first book. Yet, every book she puts out, she just gets better and better with her stories. Her writing is so dead on and seamless (<--- no pun intended). Her stories keep your mind running on all cylinders from start to finish.
This book. This book. Wow. I mean, wow! What did I just read? The twists and turns just kept on coming. I can usually see what's coming next. I sure didn't see a lot of this book happening. I was beyond being wowed by this one. So genius. So intriguing. I just didn't want to put it down. I dreamt about it. I lived and breathed this story, even after I finished it.
The main character, Rebecca. She is kick ass! Reagan has a thing for tough, fight your way through everything, female characters. Her heriones always stand above everyone else. She has the ability to make you idolize these strong, idol-worthy characters. They may not always come out on top right away, but they don't give up. They have a goal, and they will do whatever it takes to achieve that goal.
I can't begin to describe the emotions I had in this book. The only word that keeps coming to mind is wow. I am being honest. I can't stop saying it. This book really is the definition of wow. I had been in a funk with reading lately. This book was just what I needed for my psyche.
R.L. Griffin published her first book in 2004. After that she focused on practicing law. A few years ago she began writing the By A Thread series, which is out now. Her goal is to keep readers on their toes, whether it's the plot twist or the book itself, her books are outside any box. There is a little bit of grit in most of her books and a ton of cussing. Most books are enjoyed better with a glass of wine, or whiskey, whatever your poison may be.
She lives in Atlanta with her husband, kid and dog. She loves to travel and meeting readers.