Book Blitz: At Any Moment (Gaming The System #3) by Brenna Aubrey~ Bianca's Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
If you think Mia and Adam endured lot during the first two books, think again. At Any Moment gripped me from the beginning to the end. Two people are wrecked to their core with secrets and betrayal. But throughout it all, their love for each other never swayed. This book absolutely solidifies that love isn’t easy, but it’s worth it.
“...I love your soul, which feels, sometimes, like it’s mine, only in your body.”
At Any Moment picks up where the last book left off. Mia has admitted her secrets to Adam. His whole world turns upside down at the thought of losing love. But his love for Mia doesn’t falter. It grows stronger. Mia’s love for Adam magnifies as he supports her through the most heart breaking decision a woman should ever have to make. These two are put through the ringer. They both have made mistakes and continue to learn from them. Because that is what you do when you so deeply love someone as Adam and Mia love each other. Their love is tested over and over.
This series, Gaming The System has been a favorite of mine since the moment I started the first book. As Mia and Adam’s story continued, my love for this series and it’s characters has grown and I consider this definitely to be at the top of my all time favorites. The author’s talent for writing not only shines through her flawless writing style, but in the development of her characters and plot. This is no ordinary New Adult novel. This goes beyond that. The author gives her characters depth. Her characters are genuine and the delivery in there voices, strong. With some series, you find that by the third book, the story has lost its steam and that there is nothing else to be discovered. This is not the case for At Any Moment. If anything, the story goes deeper.
There is a reason for being vague regarding the plot of the story. Adam and Mia’s journey though pain, loss, trust, and love is to be experienced. I do not think there are words to accurately describe the emotion felt within this story by Adam and Mia as well as the secondary characters. Your heart will break. You will cry. But you will also laugh and rejoice. For a love that challenges the idea of love itself. Their love goes there. And beyond. You will watch two people fall irrevocably in love all over again. Adam and Mia are the epitome of true love. And why love truly conquers all.
This heart wrenching, beautiful story will consume you. I was emotionally invested in this story. We do not realize the depth of Adam and Mia’s love until this book. Yes they were two people destined to fall in love, when love was anything but expected or wanted. Their love knows no boundaries. It defeats them. Their love has no end, because it always endures. Always.
She waited to answer me, keeping her gaze glued to the sky. “I can’t find Draco.”
I looked up again. There were no stars to be seen. The black of night was completely covered by the dull gray of low coastal clouds.
She took in a shaky breath and then shot me a look before her eyes darted away like skittish birds. “You told me that Draco is always in the sky—no matter what time of night, no matter where you are in the northern hemisphere. You can always find it. But I can’t see it tonight. What does that mean?”
I reached out and touched her smooth, cool cheek with the back of my knuckles. She was trembling so slightly that it was almost impossible to notice. “You can’t see Draco because you can’t see any stars tonight. It’s the marine layer.”
The breath shivered out between her lips and she closed her eyes. I continued to stroke her cheek. “I want to see it. I need to see it.”
“You just have to trust me. You can’t see it, but it’s there, I promise. Do you trust me?”
Her head sank as she lay back flat on the sand. I bent over her, looking upside down into her eyes. Our gazes locked. Suddenly it was hard to breathe. I stroked her cheek again. Her eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings. She was as delicate as one of them. As fragile. And I’d never thought of her in those terms before.
She was vulnerable. And in many ways she was at the mercy of everyone around her. Including me. My throat tightened.
She watched me for long moments, reaching up and hooking her hand around my neck as if afraid I would pull away. “You know what I love most about your eyes?” she asked.
I frowned, confused at the abrupt change of subject.
Her thumb moved across the back of my neck and I tried to ignore the tingling her light touch evoked. I wanted to pull her hand away but she was so breakable.
“They are so beautiful—your eyes. And so different.”
I sighed, tried to laugh it off. Emilia’s intensity was unusual but not surprising. It didn’t take a genius to understand why she’d be feeling somber tonight. “Men don’t like being called beautiful…”
She grimaced at me and I saw a glimpse of my Mia return. “Whatever. Deal with it. Your eyes are beautiful. In a totally manly way, of course.”
I smiled but didn’t reply.
She tightened the clamp of her hand around my neck, pulling me closer to her. Our eyes were inches from each other but I didn’t look away though intensity of her gaze made me feel like I was staring into a 1000-watt spotlight.
“They are so dark, so mysterious. I used to think of them as curtains, or shutters. To close off what was going on inside. But tonight I think of them as…mirrors. Reflecting everything. I can see myself in there.”
My breath stuttered a little. “Oh…” I answered in the smallest whisper that seemed to get swallowed up in the ambient sounds around us, the regular lap of the water on the shore, the distant hiss of the freeway even in the early morning. “Oh, you’re in there, Mia. You are most definitely in there.”
And then without thinking, just feeling, my mouth sank to hers. I was bent over her, our heads facing different ways, my top lip sealed over her bottom lip, and she opened to me and I tasted her. I was kissing her upside down. And this kiss held more than passion, more than a declaration of desire. It held love. My love. Her love. They collided like waves crashing against a barrier that prevented them from meeting. Like that rugged, unmovable jetty that protected the harbor from the worst of the weather on the south-facing coast.
“Spider-man kisses,” she murmured against my mouth. I kissed her chin, her cheeks and the tip of her nose. She referred to the famous kiss Spider-man shared with Mary Jane in the first Marvel movie. Completely unaware that Spider-man was her next-door neighbor, Peter Parker, Mary Jane had peeled back his mask from the bottom half of his face and passionately kissed him in the rain as he dangled upside down from his web. Spider-man kisses.
But was I as disguised to her as Peter Parker had been from Mary Jane? In many ways, I was. I wore a mask because this wasn’t the time for us to deal with all the bullshit that had gone on between us. My lies. Her lies. Our respective secrets. They’d created that barrier between our hearts and there was no telling if they were surmountable.
A thin, silvery tear leaked from the corner of her eye. I pretended not to notice, pulling back, stroking her cheek.
“I’m sorry…for everything,” she whispered.
“I know. I’m sorry for everything too.”