BROKEN BEATS by D. Kelly #Review
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About BROKEN BEATS
Darren
Single father
Widower
Retired
Three things I never thought I’d be by thirty, yet all my daily reality.
This is not the life I would have chosen, but it’s the hand I’ve been dealt.
I love my daughter.
I loved Belle.
I’m not interested in more heartache.
Relationships are a thing of the past.
Until I meet her -
She’s the awakening I desperately need, but one I’m not sure I deserve.
Haddie
Everything happens for a reason.
Time heals all wounds.
You’re too young to give up on love.
They say that, but they’re wrong.
My world crumbled forever when my fiancé died.
Then I met him –
He’s flawed in the same ways.
Broken in the same places.
Scared of the same things.
He looks at me like I’m his salvation.
And I want to be, but an open heart means risking a broken one.
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Excerpt
Wyatt
left a few minutes ago because his kids are sick and he felt bad for
leaving Anna alone. I get it; I wouldn’t have wanted to leave
Cadence if she were sick either.
Now,
I’m hitting balls and debating about moving on to something harder
to drink. My Spidey sense goes off as I chalk the cue. After so many
years of surveillance by fans and press, my self-awareness sensors
are on point.
After
sinking the eight ball, I raise my eyes to meet the gaze of a woman
nearby. Since Belle, my type has been anyone who doesn’t remind me
of her, and this girl fits the bill. Her eyes hold a deep intensity,
and I can’t help but be intrigued. I don’t think I’ve fucked
her in the past. She’s nothing if not memorable.
“Wanna
play?”
She
startles as if just noticing me, and her bright-green eyes sweep over
my body. I’ll forgive her for staring because she’s hot as fuck.
“Nah,
it’s cool. Thanks though,” she answers with a bit of uncertainty
in her voice.
Setting
the pool cue on the table, I step closer to her and lean against the
table. “You sure? You’ve been keeping an eye on me for a while
now. If you don’t want to play, there’s only one other thing I
can think of. You wanna bang?”
Her
pouty lips separate as she gasps. All right, maybe banging isn’t
what was on her mind, but it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever said
to a woman.
“Is
that how you come on to women? I mean, I’m not judging, but that
kind of shit doesn’t work with me.”
“So
why are you watching me? I’m guessing you know who I am. Do I
intimidate you or something?”
Her
eyes grow wide. “I’m sorry.” She picks up her drink and downs
it quickly. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but she
intrigues the fuck out of me.
“May
I?” I motion to her table. She bites her bottom lip but nods. “Can
I get you another?” I flag down the waitress before she can reply.
“The
usual, D?” she asks with a smile.
“You
know it, and my friend will have …”
“Double
shot of vodka on the rocks, thanks,” she adds softly. Once we’re
alone again, I reach my hand across the table. “Let’s start over.
I’m Darren, and you are?”
Her
cheeks flush a light pink, and she reaches her perfectly manicured
hand across the table and shakes mine. “Haddie. Nice to meet you.”
The server promptly delivers our drinks, and once again we’re
alone. “Wow, that was fast.”
“The
owner is my friend, more like a brother, so I don’t ever have to
wait long.”
She
squeezes the lime into her drink before taking a sip. “Jordan is a
good guy. I’m pretty sure he must know the whole city.”
I
flash her a grin. “I’m sure he probably does. Do you come here a
lot?”
She
shakes her head. “Not anymore. I used to come here a lot to play
pool.”
“Did
you? Now I feel slighted you didn’t want to play with me.” I
wink.
“It’s
not you, I swear. My fiancé … ex, I suppose … he taught me here.
At that very table, actually. I wasn’t looking at you … not that
you’re not nice to look at or anything,” she mumbles. “Anyway,
I was lost in memories and didn’t really notice you, just what you
reminded me of.”
The
best thing about meeting people in bars is being able to be myself
and never seeing them again. People tend to open up, and for a few
hours, I can push past the lingering ache in my chest.
“How
long have you been separated?”
Sadness
crosses her face. “We aren’t. It’s been three years now.”
“Well,
Haddie, you’re a gorgeous woman. You must have men beating down
your door. What gives?”
“Ha!”
She blushes and begins to shred her napkin. “I’m far from
gorgeous, but thanks for trying to make me feel better.”
“I’m
not.” Haddie is
beautiful. Her blond hair cascades past her shoulders in bouncing
curls. The green of her eyes pops against her eyeliner. Her full red
lips would be better served wrapped around my cock. She’s rocking
the curves, and I can’t help but picture myself buried between her
thighs.
“He
died,” she spits out rapidly.
“Oh.”
And the ache is back. Nothing has ever hurt as much as losing Belle
and Noah. Even though six years have passed, it’s still fresh.
“We
were here that night. Playing pool and having a good time. He was the
designated driver, and I was wasted. It was raining, our car
hydroplaned, and that’s pretty much it. I survived, and he didn’t.”
“I’m
sorry,” I whisper. She’s a kindred spirit.
“Me
too. Tonight is the first time I’ve been back to this bar. I wasn’t
going to come, but I felt like I had to. I missed his funeral, and I
need closure. I felt like this is the place I would get it.”
“I
hope you do.” I toss back the rest of my drink and meet her
sorrowful gaze. “I lost my fiancée six years ago, and that ache
never seems to go away. I got to keep a piece of her though. My
daughter was only four months old when the accident happened.”
She
gasps and covers her mouth with her hands. “I’m so sorry.” Her
sympathy is genuine, but I find it hard to believe she doesn’t know
this already, especially since she knows J.
“Haddie,
do you know who I am? It’s okay if you do. I’m just curious.”
She
finishes her drink and looks back at me. “Should I? Are you an
actor or something?”
I
laugh. “Or something. I’m the drummer for Bastards and Dangerous,
or I used to be.”
“Oh
my God.” She gasps again. “I … um … I know your story. Who
doesn’t? It was national news, but I’ve never been the kind of
person to pay attention to … How do I say this without sounding
like an asshole?”
I
chuckle. “I like assholes. Just say whatever you want to.”
“I
don’t follow pop culture or celebrities and stuff. It’s never
been my thing. Don’t get me wrong, I love movies and music and
stuff, but …”
“But
what?”
She
shrugs, “Well, it’s just your job, right? I’d hate to have
people following me around at work, down the street, or wherever, so
I’ve never seen the appeal of knowing someone’s business like
that. I don’t need a window into the life of a stranger, you know?
I’ve got enough stuff of my own to deal with.”
This
girl just went up about ten notches.
“That’s
a good answer, Haddie. You sure you don’t want to bang?” I give
her an exaggerated wink, and she finally laughs. It’s a beautiful
sound, and it momentarily stuns the pain in my heart.
MY THOUGHTS
WOW! This one was one I just couldn't put down. It gave me all the feels.
This book is the first book I have ever read by this author and it won't be the last book I read by this author because I love this book and the writing style so very much.
I am giving this a 5 out of 5.
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