Something There In Between by S. Ferguson
Bree Sutton has lost everything.
Shattered dreams and a lonely park bench are her only companions.
Happy endings aren’t for people like her.
Survivor Declan James knows what rock bottom looks like.
But he knows there can be redemption, no matter how far you’ve fallen.
You can try and fight it, but love doesn’t care how broken and battered you are. It’s always something there in between…
This book contains strong adult content that may not be suitable for readers sensitive to hard to read subjects.
The allure of strangers had me. That uncertainty of why Bree was so solitary and dull established my need to really pick her apart and see the root of her so called life. That lonely girl on the bench. There was something there….
Everything seemed to perfectly fall into place. An easy set up. And that didn’t help me bond with this couple at all. On paper it worked. All the normally loved points in a romantic book were hit but it felt as it was a check off list with one major one missing- CONNECTION!
Everything in me screams to comfort her… to shelter her and give her some of my strength. My inner caveman rears his head, wanting to throw her over my shoulder and take her home to keep the world from hurting her anymore.
The quick possessiveness after a blunt brush of encounter however had me in quite the opposite way. Declan wasn’t doing it for me. Of course he redeems himself but I never felt him or really felt that his attitude and actions meant much.
After watching her in a borderline obsessive way, it hits me; she’s on autopilot. She may be alive, but she isn’t living.
What did work for me was the emotion in the flashbacks. That’s a surprise because I am not a fan of flashbacks. When Bree was young and we saw her reasons for her adult seclusion. I felt Bree so much more there. Her fright, her nervousness, her sadness.
I would have loved to feel more for Declan and how attracted and attached he felt to Bree. I also thought the current Alex trauma was very minor and would have liked to see more of her past. Her preceding youth is why I kept going.
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