Books According to Abby: Laurelin Paige- Find Me

I've been anxiously awaiting the arrival of this book and when I had the opportunity to promote and be a part of the blog tour for this book, I couldn't pass it up. So here we are! I absolutely adore Laurelin Paige's books and I figured I would love this one too. Now, for those of you who have read Hudson and Alayna's story (Fixed Trilogy), know how captivating her books are. And of course, we get glimpses into what's going on in their world here too, but the main focus is JC and Gwen. And this book DOES NOT disappoint! As much as I loved the Fixed Trilogy, Hudson and Free Me, this book blows them all out of the water! My new BBF is now JC- move over ladies, he's mine!

This book picks up where Free Me left off. From the very beginning, my heart was heavy for Gwen. We, the reader, know why JC departed from Gwen's life during the last book, but she's still trying to come to terms with it. She and JC had such a strong connection and she didn't want him to go, not truly. We see her anguish and her trying to move on. This book grabbed a hold of me at the very beginning and didn't let go until the last word.

Not going to lie, I love Laurelin's writing style and getting lost in her worlds. I find myself wanting to wallow in her words. I loved her detailed description of how Gwen is feeling and as a reader, can't help but feel involved and feeling it too. To me, that's the sign of a great author. (Side note: have Maroon 5's My Heart Is Open ready to play when the time comes.)

Be still my beating heart! Wow, the FEELS in this book.... I want to wrap myself up in them. JC just does it for me Gwen. He is pretty damn incredible towards her. And the stuff he says. *fans self* "Call me crazy. Call me impulsive. Really, it's just that I know what it feels like to look back and say, 'I wish I had.'" Oh, JC. Plus, this book is really delicious! The passion between them will light your kindle or book on fire!

And then a few bombs fell. Definitely didn't see that coming. And yet the love in this book completely. gutted. me. Yep, WRECKED! But in the best possible way. The love in this book.... There are no words! This is the type of book that will stick with you long after it's over.

And there are so many awesome quotes and other good things to say about this book, but I don't want to give anything away. I hope your reading experience with this book is just as fantastic as mine (I understand we all like different things) but be prepared for heavy emotions and a great ending to this story! Thank you, Laurelin Paige, for blessing us with this beautiful story.

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The Conclusion of Gwen and JC's story

I came to The Sky Launch to begin fresh, away from the horrors of my past. The circumstances that brought me here were not the best, but I've become good friends with Alayna and Hudson Pierce, and my family has healed in ways I never thought they could. With them around me, I've never felt more at home.

But starting anew means letting go.

And there are some things I don't want to leave behind- like JC, the man who taught me how to let loose. The man I wasn't supposed to love. The man I don't want to lose.

My life is safe now. The threats from before have become less menacing, and I'm faced with a choice: either move on completely or keep holding to the hope that JC loves me enough to come and find me.

Excerpt

I grabbed my cell and checked the time. It was six-twenty-nine. I threw it in my purse and turned back to the mirror to give myself a pep talk. “We will not have sex. We will not have sex. We will not have sex.”

Jesus, I was so horny already, and I hadn’t even seen him yet. I’d thought about taking care of myself before JC got there but wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse. By the time I’d decided it would make it better, Ben was there, and now JC was ringing my buzzer.

“You look incredible,” he said when I opened the door.

I blushed as I gave him a onceover. He was dressed in khakis with a fitted shirt and a lightweight jacket. Lots of buttons, I thought. Which was a good thing, considering how damn good he looked. Had he always been that buff? “You do, too.” My thighs felt hot. Good thing I’d changed out of my pants.

I really should have pulled out my vibrator earlier.

“You brought flowers?” I’d been so taken by him I hadn’t noticed the small bouquet in his hands. Three red roses dressed with some smaller white bell-shaped flowers I couldn’t identify were wrapped in a red ribbon. I hadn’t expected it. “I didn’t know you were the kind of guy who brought girls roses.”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “I’m trying to impress you. I have a feeling this date is a test of some kind, and I want to make sure I pass.”

“Not a test,” I said dismissively. Though, wasn’t that what this was? A test to see if we got along as well outside the bedroom as we did inside? “But thank you. You do impress.”

I shifted my weight to one hip and flitted my glance between JC, still standing on the other side of the threshold, and the flowers in my hand. “I should put these in water.” But I wasn’t sure I was ready to invite him in. Because in meant we’d be closer to my bed. And my couch. And my kitchen counter. All of which were locations that could be tempting.

Really, I just shouldn’t be anywhere alone with him.

Either JC felt the same way I did or he could read my mind. “You can do that later. The plastic containers on the stems should last until we get back. And we should get going.”

“Perfect.” I set them on the console table behind me, relieved and nervous all at once. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and turned back to him. “Let’s go!”

In the hallway, he offered me his hand. I took it, then, there it was—the shock of his touch as his fingers weaved with mine. I let out an involuntary sigh, and with it bricks of tension fell from my body. Release. It shuddered through me as electricity sparked up my limb from where we were connected and spread throughout my body, and I wondered if this was what it felt like to melt. What it felt like to be frozen for so long and then, finally, to have the sun brush against cold ice, transforming it into something more fluid, something entirely different.

I glanced down to where we were joined, so overcome by how right it felt to be touching him in this simple way. When I looked back at him, I found his eyes pinned on me. His expression said he’d felt it too.

“You messed up, you know,” he said, as we started toward the elevator. “You were supposed to wear something that I didn’t want to rip off of you.”

My cheeks heated—actually, I wasn’t sure they’d ever cooled from the first blush he’d caused. “You said it would be impossible for me to wear anything that wouldn’t elicit that response. The only other choice was to go naked.”

“That would have been an excellent choice.”

“But not very practical.”

“I’ve never been a fan of practical.” He pushed the call button and the elevator doors opened immediately, the car likely still there from when he’d arrived.

We stepped inside, our hands still molded together. The doors closed, and I so badly wanted to turn and kiss him.

Instead I delivered the short speech I’d practiced since I’d woken up that afternoon. “I think I should tell you, I don’t have sex on first dates.”

“Wow. That’s...surprising. Considering we had sex before we’d ever even been on a date.” He squeezed my hand. “But, after you left me with blue balls this morning, I already figured out you’d turned into a prude.”

I laughed. “I’m not a prude. I’m cautious. And that’s nothing new. That’s always been me.”

“Yes, it has.” The short phrase was full of subtext, and I knew he was remembering how uptight I’d been when we’d first met. Icy. Frigid bitch.

“I’m better than I was,” I assured him.

He nodded. “I know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have given me even this much of you. And if you want to wait, then I can too.”

What I wanted was to push him against the wall and devour him.

But that was an in-the-moment want, and long-term, I wanted a relationship that was real and lasting. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

He leaned in close and, though we were alone, whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to say that I’m not dying to have you under me, Gwen. Because I am. But I’m dying to just be with you more.”

Despite the descent of the elevator, his words sent me floating. “You’re really good at that impressing thing.”

He gave me my favorite grin. “Who knew?”

About the Author:

Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.