Can a guilty conscience keep wounds from healing?
Fine arts major, Candace Parker, grew up with a mother who thinks image is everything, and her daughter’s perfection will never be good enough. About to graduate college and pursue her dreams of becoming a professional ballerina, Candace decides it’s time to let go and have a little fun. But fun is short-lived when a brutal attack leaves her completely shattered.
The memories that consume and torment Candace are starting to destroy her when she meets Ryan Campbell, a successful bar owner. He feels instantly connected and tries to show her that hope is worth fighting for. But is Ryan harboring his own demons? As walls slowly begin to chip away, the secrets that are held within start to become painful burdens.
At what point do secrets become lies?
(17+) This book contains mature subject matter that is not suitable for those under the age of 17
What I did like about Candace was the way she embraced Ryan. Even though she was terrified, when she fell for him she fell hard and it was consuming, which is how love should feel…
The supporting cast Jase, Mark and even Roxy were great. I loved that they were so supportive of Candace, and did everything they could to help her. They were true friends that stand by you through anything, even bad decisions.
There are some really beautiful moments in this story, I can’t give away too much detail but when you read it I think you will recognize them. Ryan’s tenderness and loving touch, were enough to pull it around in the end… That last 50% really did make me happy…
Overall the story was really well written, and the editing was really good, which is sometimes rare for a first time author… E.K. Blair did her homework where that was concerned. I am giving this one 3.5 stars, for a first novel it’s a great effort! I really like her writing style and I really loved Ryan a lot.
Candace in the Rain
As I drive, reality slowly starts creeping back in, and the weight in my chest returns. The thunder continues to rumble, and I feel like the weather fits my mood perfectly. The clouds open, and the rain begins to crash down on my windshield. I turn my wipers on high, but I struggle to see the road ahead. I pull into one of the empty parking lots on campus to wait until the rain lightens up. While sitting in the car, I listen to the rain beating violently against the steel.
For some reason, I get the urge to get out of my car. I open the door and step out into the rain. Closing the door, I lean against the car, and within seconds, I’m drenched. The beating of the raindrops against my delicate skin feels good, almost painful in a way—but good. I lean my head back and feel the pellets as they strike my face. I enjoy the biting sensation. With my eyes closed, I just stand there, wishing I could live here, in this vacant lot, alone, focusing on nothing more than the stinging pleasure of the storm as it batters me. Knowing that this will soon end, that the sun is lingering behind the clouds and I will be faced with the hell that is my life, my body slides down the side of my car, and I sit in a puddle of water on the dirty ground and cry.
Why didn’t I fight more?