5 Star Review of The Air He Breathes by Brittainy C.Cherry
My Review: I started this book in the midst of a book hangover and I have to say, it took over all of my expectations! The back and forth between the characters is flawless and the writing impeccable. Finding yourself dealing with not just one broken person, but several and how they are able to work together to get to where they want to be. I found myself in a world where I was not only seeing both points of view, past and present, but I was feeling every emotion. The fear, pain, love and exhilaration of each moment shuttles through you in waves. Not only were you dealing with the heroine, Elizabeth and her daughter Emmy, and the hero, Tristen but you also get to fall in love with the quirkiness that is Liz's best friend Faye who could put a smile on your face no matter the situation. Dealing with the passing of her husband, Liz goes on her quest to find her new "normal" for herself and for her daughter it never occurred to her that she would find it in her asshole neighbor Tristen who was dealing with the passing of not just his wife but his son as well. With the help of Faye and Tristen's wise boss, they are able to push through the barriers and learn to love again.
I read, I laughed, I cried, and I am utterly in love with this book.
Blurb:
I was warned about Tristan Cole.
“Stay away from him,” people said.
“He’s cruel.”
“He’s cold.”
“He’s damaged.”
It’s easy to judge a man because of his past. To look at Tristan and see a monster.
But I couldn’t do that. I had to accept the wreckage that lived inside of him because it also lived inside of me.
We were both empty.
We were both looking for something else. Something more.
We both wanted to put together the shattered pieces of our yesterdays.
Then perhaps we could finally remember how to breathe.
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I read, I laughed, I cried, and I am utterly in love with this book.
Blurb:
I was warned about Tristan Cole.
“Stay away from him,” people said.
“He’s cruel.”
“He’s cold.”
“He’s damaged.”
It’s easy to judge a man because of his past. To look at Tristan and see a monster.
But I couldn’t do that. I had to accept the wreckage that lived inside of him because it also lived inside of me.
We were both empty.
We were both looking for something else. Something more.
We both wanted to put together the shattered pieces of our yesterdays.
Then perhaps we could finally remember how to breathe.
Purchase Links: Amazon
About the Author:
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