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OMG this book. I cannot express what this book did to me. This is a “My cup runneth over” book. First of all if you have not read the first two books of Needles Kiss…well why the hell not? Stop what you are doing, go to the buy links in this post and get them. THEN come back here so I can tell you why it will be a no brainer to buy Forbidden Love.
Did that? Ok, let’s proceed.
I was so ready for this book. Well, I thought I was. I had planned to highlight the crap outta it specifically for quotes for this blog post. Um, yeah I can’t do that. Not really, not like I had planned at least.
If I did that it would give away too much, and I cannot deprive you of the emotional rollercoaster this book is.
So, big brothers (literally) find out about Jude and Haven (love that name btw right?) And all hell breaks loose. It is a no-no to want your best friend’s sister…what-the-fuck-ever. So drama ensues. That is all you are getting from me!
Now, let’s talk about the fact this is my first ugly cry of 2015. Yup, you read that right. The not-a-crier totally bawled like a damn baby. I love Haven so much. This is her book through and through. I got to watch my baby girl grow into an amazing woman. That is what Lola did here.
Jude, well Jude grows a lot too. He experiences necessary pain. And Damn it if I didn’t want him to. He needed a swift kick in the balls and he got it. Knowing what is important in life is a gift. Remember that..in this book and in life.
Since you have read Scarlett’s and Teeny’s stories (I told you to do that first…remember?) I feel the need to earn you a bit. This book is not what you think it is. I loved Needle’s Kiss 1 & 2, why else would I all but get on my hands and knees and beg Lola for an ARC (thanks by the way)? But this book shocked me. It was so different, but yet familiar. I think we try to put our authors in near little boxes – you know, MC, dark, Alpha man, etc. Well Lola blew the box up. BOOM!
I am sad to see the series end, but excited for whatever comes next for this author.
my way past. I sucked up the pain like a drug I couldn’t cope without. Why was
she here? There was something about her that was just so alluring. I couldn’t see
her without wanting to fall to my goddamn knees and worship her like she was a
queen amongst peasants.
doorframe at the back of the shop, I trudged outside in my heavy boots, kicking
rocks as I went. I cut off my emotions as soon as I was able. I struggled to handle
these kinds of feelings; they messed with my head and left me making bad
decisions. Decisions that screwed with friendships, families and futures. I
couldn’t have a future with her; it just wouldn’t be good for anyone.
moved my hands to run up her silky legs, stopping at the bottom of her tight
black skirt. Her arms came up and circled my neck as her head came down to my
face. My fingers teased the skin at the edge of her skirt as she pulled my
bottom lip into her mouth and sucked, tearing a growl from my throat. My
fingers stopped their progress and dug into the skin of her legs, pulling her
tighter to me and deepening the torturous kiss.
close to breaking the skin through my t-shirt while my fingertips ghosted over
the curve where her legs met her luscious ass. The tightly wound restraint I
had been keeping snapped, and I swiftly stood, picking her up. Her legs
instantly wrapped around my waist and I took a few long strides to the edge of
my workbench where I set her down, then pressed hard against her core and
ground my hips. Haven’s hands tugged at my shirt ripping it over my head as I
ran my rough hands higher and higher up her soft thighs until I hit the sweet
spot. She moaned just as my mouth came down, devouring her like the starving
man I was. She was my drug of choice. Her taste, touch and smell I just
couldn’t get enough of it. I couldn’t get enough of her, and I didn’t need it
either. Haven would always be exactly what I craved.
voice broke me out of my reverie and yanked me back to the present. Goddamn it,
I did it again. I’d been slipping into memories of Haven for weeks. I just couldn’t
get her out of my head. It was fucked up, messy and it left me in a piss-ass mood
for the rest of the day.
That’s how it always worked though, right? The guy loved the girl he couldn’t have.
Then the poor bastard pined for her for all eternity and was unable love anyone
like he loved her. He’d end up miserable and alone, simply because a
relationship would be selfish and do more harm than good to the people they
both loved. Scrubbing my hand down my face in an effort to wipe her from my
thoughts, I knew something had to give. I didn’t know how much more I could take.
Lola is a little strange and unusual.
Lola has no brain-to-mouth filter
(this may or may not have gotten Lola into trouble – repeatedly).
Lola is keeping Coca-cola in business one 2lt bottle at a time.
Apparently, Lola likes to talk in the third person about herself.
This here is what my profile says everywhere: Lola Stark lives in Australia, Is an at-home mummy with no filter, raising a hoard of minions. Lola has loved to read for as long as she can remember. When not wrangling the children, she can
be found sitting at her computer, writing, facebooking or just generally messing around. I know, I know third person again.