I feel his emotions in living color. As if they are my own.
If he’s angry, I rage with him. If he’s grieving, I do too. When he thinks about the past, I’m right there, walking beside him. I am the window to his soul, and yet, in spite of that, he’s a riddle with no solution.
A puzzle with too many missing pieces.
We always want what we can’t have. All I wanted was some peace and quiet. To fall in love with someone untouched by the magic of Woodland Creek. I craved normalcy.
But not as much as I craved him.
When he returns to town a broken hero, there’s no choice to be made. I will reach him when no one else can. Together, we will face a future he doesn’t want.
Why? Because our love is pure magic.
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As a fan of Jenni Moen’s writing, I was quite intrigued when I found out she was writing a paranormal romance. More specifically, a shifter romance. I tend to be picky about the PNR I read. This was my first shifter type romance and I am glad to say it won’t be my last. This author does not disappoint. This story truly shows the versatility in her writing.
“It was almost as if there was a direct line between her soul and mine. Some thread tethered our hearts and gave access to her thoughts.”
Quinn Dearborn returns to Woodland Creek as a broken man. He doesn’t feel like the town’s hero he once was. War changes things. War certainly changed him. A shadow of his former self, Quinn does not venture out much. On the one occasion that his friends coerced him into a public setting, he comes into contact with Willow Ryker. The girl who once saved him. But this time she is no longer the girl from high school. Willow is now the most beautiful woman. Strong, steadfast, and determined. The complete opposite of Quinn. As Quinn feels like fleeing town, there is something holding him there.
“I’m in like with you, Willow Ryker.”
Quinn is drawn to Willow. On a deep level that cannot simply be put into words. Circumstances allow them to work together in Willow's home. And the chemistry is not lost on either of them. Over time, there are stolen glances that only the heart understands. Willow is a special kind. She feels what others feel. And with Quinn, her abilities are even more so exemplified. She not only feels his emotions. She SEES them. His soul is shattered and it takes a toll on Willow as how can she be so drawn to a man that brings her pain? Nevertheless, she still craves his presence. His touch. She wants to understand everything that makes him the man he is today.
“I want to know what makes your heart ache, Quinn. I want you to tell me about every bruise and crack. I want you to name your demons so I can be beside you when you slay them. I want to be you therapy, Quinn.”
The love between Quinn and Willow is simply magic. All consuming, fierce, their love is unlike anything you have ever read. They are connected on a level that you will not find in many stories. Their love is strong, resilient. Unyielding. Quinn loved Willow through all the demons he battled. Willow loved him through the pain and his past. Despite what they were up against, their love always endured.
“Were the broken pieces of my soul cutting her too?”
The writing in this novel was captivating. I truly enjoyed the way the author allowed the story to unfold. Rather than tell you the story, the author’s characters simply pull you in. While slow building, it allows the reader to truly immerse themselves in the story as everything comes to light and is revealed. I felt the emotions. I was gripped by the mysteriousness that surrounded the story and the characters. The author definitely demonstrates how she can write just about anything.
“To him the scars were probably merely another reminder of the war he’d fought and the battles he’d lost, but to me, they epitomized all of his best qualities. Brave, resilient, and strong.”
Dearborn is true contemporary romance with a paranormal twist. I think the author brilliantly balanced the two. Neither the romance or the paranormal activity overshadowed the other. This magical book was a love story that reminds us that the soul never leaves the one it is tethered to.
He chuckled, low and throaty. “Yeah.”
When I forced my eyes back to his face, I found him carefully watching me as if he was trying to gauge what I was thinking. A small smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
“Let me help.” My voice was breathless. I needed to get a grip. He was just a man.
A very wet, very handsome, very sexy man. But still just a man. It wasn’t as if I’d never been around a man before.
I blotted at his face with the dry towel, taking care to get the water out of the fuzzies of his beard. The towel slipped from my fingers, but they remained on his face, brushing lightly against the coarse bristly hair. The feel of them against my fingertips was as if someone defibrillated my already racing heart.
I stared at the lips he’d denied me the night before.
They twitched as desire coiled around us, begging one of us to make the first move.
It would have to be him. After last night, I wouldn’t make the first move.
Kiss me, Quinn. Kiss me so I’ll know. Don’t turn away again.
He sat still as a tree, and I held my breath, waiting for him to bend. My hand slipped from his beard and trailed down his neck. Apparently, it hadn’t gotten the memo that we were waiting for Quinn to make the first move.
“Willow?” he muttered.
It was only my name, but it held every question I didn’t want him to ask, every doubt I didn’t want him to acknowledge.