Every day, Kat laces up her gloves and fights away her demons.
When fighting doesn’t subside the pain, scotch and promiscuity beckon.
Her life has no purpose.
She has no viable future.
And she wishes she’d never met Kevin Fitzpatrick.He annoys her profusely.
He asks too many questions.
He follows her like a stalker.But, strangely, she can’t seem to tear herself away from him.
There is something about him she can’t shake.Kat has secrets, but so do the people who claim to have her best interests at heart.
When all is revealed and the dust settles, will Kat be knocked down for the count, once and for all?
Or can the pieces of her broken past help her become indestructible once again?
Beautifully written love story with a tragic past and a secret.
Kat, a boxer and journalist, has been through hell in her life. She’s lost so many people she loved more than anything else in this world before she even made it out of high school, but kept her promises to those she lost even though it hurt her heart to do so.
Kevin, a bartender at a local sports bar, is caring and wants to do anything in his power to get Kat to open up, but when a secret he’s kept close never surfaced until she finds it on accident tears them apart.
Can Kat and Kevin get through the secret and come out unscathed on the other side?
I enjoyed this book. I loved that the heroine was a strong female lead and not weak when it came to men. She has been through some rough situations in her life, but she didn’t let them hold her back; even though she tried to be held back. Once she allowed herself to fully grieve and fall in love, she grew into her own person. Kevin is to thank for that. His persistence brought out the person she was meant to be all along. I love him for that. He put up with so much shit for her, but has loved her for so long. Beautiful love story.
Can’t wait to read more from Zeia!
“Why are you here?” I ask as I sniffle.“Have you been crying?” Kevin replies, setting the bowl down onto the coffee table.Placing the backside of my hand under my nose, I lie. “It’s just a cold.” I reach for a box of tissues nearby.“I don’t believe you.”I turn back to him, raise my arm, and point toward the door. “You can leave,” I demand.“Kat, please. Don’t shut me out. I thought…I thought we were in a good place with each other.”I shake my head. “Don’t act like you want to be close to me. You and Jo are only using me as some sort of humanity project.”“It’s not like that at all. We want to help you heal,” Kevin implores.“I have Robitussin. I’ll be fine.”“No, that’s not what I mean and you know it. We want to help you heal from what’s made you so bitter about life.”“Why do you care?” I asked, agitated by his efforts.“Because I do.”I sit on the sofa with a huff. “I’m fine.”“Kat, look at me. You are not fine. Just tell me why and I’ll listen.”“I don’t need a protector.”“That’s apparent from the ninja skills you performed the other night.”I roll my eyes. “I don’t need a babysitter either. I am a grown up.”Kevin sits beside me, a little closer than I’m comfortable with. “I don’t want to protect you. I don’t want to babysit you. I want to be your friend. Maybe, more than a friend.”My eyes go wide. I have no response.“I care about you and I don’t care if you want me to or not. I do and it’s out of my control. And I don’t care whether you believe that I care about you. I’m not trying to use you. Neither is Jo. We’re not going to give up on you–” he points a finger to his chest, “I’m not going to give up on you.”I take in his words but quickly reject them. “Sometimes, giving up is not your choice to make,” I say, sternly, trying desperately hard not to cry.“Whose choice is it then?” Kevin asks.I look at him. “Whoever controls fate.”
Zeia Jameson’s passion for writing compels her to get into the zone and type until her fingers go numb. When not submerged within her own stories, she enjoys curling up in her large reading chair, snuggling underneath a blanket, and feeding her addictions of coffee and reading. She is fond of humor and laughter and believes these are elements that keep the world sane and spinning.
Zeia lives in Georgia with her husband and daughter, where they spend most of their time exploring recipes, binging on Netflix, drawing chalk-art on sidewalks, and avoiding pollen at all costs.