Eleven months ago, bartender and weird-shirt-wearing extraordinaire Roxy and Officer Reece Anders had a one night stand. Well, kind of. She’s been in love with him since she was fifteen, and he wishes that night they shared never happened. She’s sworn him off forever, but the past and future collide, forcing her to rely on the one man who broke her heart not once, but twice.
Her best friend since birth has been in a long-term care facility since he became a victim of a hate crime years ago, and the person who put him in there is out of prison and wanting to make amends with him and Roxy. She’s not sure she has room for forgiveness in her and when she begins to receive frightening messages and is on the receiving end of escalating violence, she thinks she knows who is to blame. The man who already destroyed one life already.
But Reece isn’t convinced. The threats are too personal, and even if Roxy doesn’t believe him, he’s not willing to let anyone hurt her. Including himself. He’s already messed up more than once when it comes to Roxy and he’s not going to let history repeat itself.
DNF 25 %
I used to be a big fan of Jennifer L. Armentrout. I devoured her books. And to this day I feel very nostalgic toward her earlier books; her Covenant series is especially close to my heart. For some reason her latest books didn’t work for me at all, with the exception of The Return which I loved. Though it’s probably result of my warm feelings toward Covenant series, since The Return is a spin-off. Anyway, unfortunately I didn’t like Fall with Me.
I found the main character Roxy immature. Her silly monologues annoyed me a lot. She was obsessed with Reece. Just a couple of quotes for you:
“The driver’s door opened smoothly, and my heart—my damn, traitorous bitch of a heart—skipped a beat as a long denim-clad leg appeared, along with flip-flops with a tan leather thong. Why did I have to have a thing for guys who were ballsy enough to wear flip-flops, because, oh dear, I really did think that was entirely sexy paired with faded jeans. Another leg appeared, and the door blocked the torso for a moment—only a second. The door closed, and I got an eyeful of a worn Metallica shirt that did very little to hide a well-defined, totally yummy-in-my-tummy six-pack. The shirt was practically mating with his stomach, clinging to each ripple. It was doing the same to his biceps, essentially taunting me.”
“My gaze roamed over him. I was really just thinking about how the polyester material of his work pants moved along his thighs.
God, he walked with the kind of lethal grace that should be illegal.”
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind a drool-worthy hero. But his good looks are not enough, I want some essence behind it. And I hadn’t found any here. So this constant description of his fine physic started to get on my nerves pretty quickly.
Also I have to mention “eyes-thing”. I invented this term for constant descriptions of expressive and soulful hero’s eyes. It’s the whole trend in YA and NA nowadays. Almost every author feels the need to mention guy’s eyes (not once, but constantly). It annoys me a lot.
I didn’t bother to highlight every mention of eyes, but I quote a couple:
“Thick lashes lowered, shielding cobalt-blue eyes momentarily. When he looked up again, his eyes practically burned with the intensity uniquely his.”
“His eyes, such a deep blue they appeared black in the low ligh”
One of the things I used to love in Jennifer L. Armentrout’s books was well done sexual chemistry. I called her “chemistry queen” in one of my previous reviews. But I didn’t feel any spark here.
Another issue I had with this book is mystery. While I love romantic suspense, this aspect of the book annoyed me.
As you can tell Fall with Me didn’t work for me at all, but I’m looking forward to read The Power. I really hope it would be a winner for me.