Author: Jessica Wilde
Release Date: Oct 11, 2015
Book Tour: Oct 15-Oct 28
Hosted by: Always Behind A Book
Merrick Thatcher went through a hell that no one could possibly imagine. He fought to protect his country, his family, and the men standing at his side, but it wasn't just being a soldier overseas that changed him. He watched his friends die in front of him, felt indescribable pain, and lost his sight in the very same moment.
Badly injured, blind, and angry, he's done with war, but now he’s fighting his own battle. So, he’s waiting for it to end, spending his days and nights in a thick darkness no light can penetrate. Until Grace walks into his life and his broken eyes open to a woman that changes everything for him. A story about two flawed souls finding love amidst the grief. A love that shines vividly, even in the dark, and discovering that sometimes being broken is how the light gets in.
For readers 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual situations
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This is the first book by Jessica Wilde that I have read. It definitely will not be the last one though. As soon as I read the synopsis, I had to sign up for this blog tour and review this. I was not disappointed. This is a very emotional read. I knew it would be when I started crying during the prologue. There were many other parts of this book that had me crying as well. I felt for, and my heart broke, for both Merrick and Grace.
Merrick and Grace are both suffering loses.
Merrick has just returned home from overseas. He’s injured, he lost some of his men. He lost his sight, has burns on the left side of his body, broken leg and arm. He’s hurting, but it’s more than just the physical hurt. He is suffering from PTSD. He’s angry. He feels guilt.
What I loved about how Jessica wrote Merrick, she didn’t make light of PTSD. I have read other books where the author just makes it seem like PTSD is a common cold and something that’s easy to get rid of, or something that just flares up. Jessica didn’t do that. She did her research. I’ve seen the effects of PTSD first hand. I know that it’s not something that comes and goes, it’s always right there. That’s how it is with Merrick. There isn’t a fast cure.
Merrick is a fighter though, he just needs a push. And he gets that from Grace.
Grace has just moved back home after suffering her own loss. She had the biggest crush on Merrick when they were in high school. But he never saw her. Grace is hired to be his home healthcare nurse.
She doesn’t take his crap, and pushes him like he needs.
They are both broken in their own way, but together, they can help each other heal.
“You’re the only light I can see, Grace, and for a man who still feels the need to hide under his blankets at night, you’re a fucking miracle.”
This is one of my must reads for the year. I will be telling everyone about this book. If I could give more than 5 stars, I would. When you read this, make sure that you have some tissues by you, because you will need them. I absolutely loved this book!
Grace moved closer, shifting her body so she could reach my face more easily. She ended up practically standing between my legs, brushing up against my injured one whenever she rinsed off the razor.
"Take a breath, Merrick. I haven't cut you. Not yet," she chuckled.
I breathed in her sweet scent, my head swimming with arousal. She had no idea what she was doing to me. All those months shaving with a tiny mirror stuck to the wall in my CHU had been frustrating as hell. I couldn't see shit in that thing. Now I very literally couldn't see shit and she was in front of me smelling like she did, being as gentle as she was, and all those memories didn't seem like such a horrible thing.
Because now I was experiencing something even more torturous.
She positioned the razor under my nose and expertly removed the coarse hair above my lip. What would she do if I just leaned in and devoured her mouth? Would I miss her lips completely or would she meet me halfway?
She gently turned my face and started on the other side. I didn't think having her shave my face would be this intimate. In fact, I was planning on it being annoying as hell since I thought she wouldn't really know what she was doing. Asking my mother had been an option, but I didn't want her leaving Mitch either.
"Almost there. You need a haircut, too." Her voice was rough and sexy, and I had to hold back a groan when it sent blood rushing straight to my groin. "I can style it for you so it stays out of your face, but I'm no good with cutting hair."
"That sounds good," I replied. God, if she didn't finish soon, I was going to do something stupid.
She raised my chin and carefully shaved my neck. When her fingers stroked my skin to check for any areas she missed, I swallowed thickly and lost the battle completely.
My injured and stiff hand found her wrist, slowly pulling the razor away from my skin. Her gasp sent my semi-erection shooting straight up to painfully hard. The skin of her wrist was like silk under my fingers, the tiny bones so fragile. I worried that if I was too insistent, I would hurt her with just a touch.
"Merrick?" she breathed, her sweet breath caressing my chin.
I felt her racing pulse under my fingers and pulled her forward until I could feel the heat of her face so close to mine. I raised my other hand to her waist and made a cautious path up, until I gripped the back of her neck. She didn't struggle or protest, and I hoped her accelerated breaths were telling me that she was feeling the same intense pull I was.
My dry throat finally found the strength to speak, even if it was just a whisper. "I would give anything to be able to see you right now." I pulled her face closer, until the tip of her nose touched mine. The sound of the razor falling to the floor, briefly registered in my mind.
I live in Morgan, Utah with my husband, beautiful daughter, and a couple of spoiled pups. If I'm not deeply involved in writing my next book, then I'm probably reading in the safety and quiet of my closet. I love yoga – which I now practice regularly – playing hide and seek with my daughter (only to have my hiding spots revealed by one of the pups), and I love Fruit by the Foot, Twizzlers and Peace Tea. These are great ways to bribe me into revealing secrets about what's to come.
I have an unhealthy obsession with Supernatural, The Walking Dead, and The Big Bang Theory. I also enjoy talking about them, so if you like them, too, come find me.
Writing has become an enormous part of my life and every book I write holds a special place in my heart. If you read one of my books, I hope you have the same experience.
SO amazing! Thank you so much for participating in the blog tour for Vivid and for this beautiful review! WOO HOO! BIG SMILES over here! :) It means the world to me that you loved Vivid and I am so grateful to you for taking a chance on me <3 Thank you thank you thank you!ReplyDelete
I absolutely loved it and once I get a chance, I will be reading your other books. You got me hooked now <3Delete