When your past threatens to destroy your future; how long will you hang on before Letting Go?
Cassidy Charles is picking up the pieces of her life after another terrible tragedy. The last thing she’s looking for is love. James bursting back into her life is the last thing she expected, but possibly everything she needs. She can’t deny the attraction, but can she get past the fact that he may be the reason she’s lost so much? He opens up a whole new world to her that she’s only dreamed about and that she easily falls into. As a result, her relationship with him reveals secrets from her past she thought were long forgotten.
James Benedict III, local playboy and successful real estate investor hasn’t stopped thinking about her since that fateful night all those months ago. He has her back in his life, but for how long? Forever if he has anything to say about it. As more and more secrets from her past are revealed, his own demons and tragedies loom overhead threatening to destroy everything he’s built and done for her. He wants her in his life, but because of him her world comes tumbling down, again.
Will they discover that the love they have is strong enough to survive everything and everyone trying to tear them apart before it’s too late?
I slowly came to before the sun made its arrival. Slowly, everything from the night before came back to me. His arm was around me as he cradled me to his chest. The warmth was almost insufferable. I turned my head to find he was dead asleep. I was suddenly overcome with panic and decided I had to get out of there. I crept out of the hold of his stellar body and got off the bed with ease. I didn’t want to risk waking him so I just grabbed my dress and shoes and made my way out of his room and down the stairs. I found my purse on the kitchen island and headed for the door.
I nearly screamed I was so startled. I rushed to the door, opened it and tip toed thru it just for it to slam shut. I ran full force down the hall in nothing but his t-shirt with my arms full of my dress, shoes and purse. I fumbled with my key and finally got into my room. My door closed and I swore I heard another, “Cassidy!” booming down the hall.
“Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.” Why was I running from him?
I threw my dress and shoes to the floor and sank down the door. My knees were pulled to my chest while I rested my head on them and then I felt my door shake like there was a gorilla pounding on it. Bang, bang, bang! My entire body vibrated against the force of him hitting the door.
“Cassidy, I know you’re in there. Please open up.”
I pushed myself up the door and sighed. I didn’t know what to say to him. “Go away!”
“Cassidy Charles open this door. You can’t run from me forever.”
“Yes I can!” This was ridiculous. We were acting like twelve year olds.
“Don’t make me call hotel security! You let me in or I’ll let myself in.”
He wouldn’t dare, would he? I decided to face him. I opened the door yelling at him, “You wouldn’t dare!”
He was on me instantly. I didn’t even have a moment to take in his appearance. His arms were around my back as he lifted me off the floor. He set me on the kitchen island.
“Why did you leave? You scared me.” He was holding my face in his hands. “Cassidy, look at me. You can’t deny the attraction between us. It was there all those months ago and it’s still here.”
There was so much emotion surrounding my thoughts and feelings for him. I was attracted to him like a fish to water the first time I saw him and still was. Then it all went to shit in one night. I looked in his eyes and saw that they were full of concern.
“I’m scared of what I feel when I’m around you. You scare the hell out of me.” He looked stricken and dropped his hands from my face. “Not afraid of you, afraid of this,” I waved my hand between us. “I’ve never been so drawn to someone. You left me that horrible night without a word. I didn’t know what to think. Then you were arrested and I couldn’t process it.”
He pulled me to him and started talking into my hair. “Baby, I didn’t leave you that night. I never wanted to leave you. I came back with our coffee and I saw you with a cop. He was holding you and I got the wrong impression.”
“Wait, what?! Calvin, you thought I was with…” Now I was crying and laughing at the same time. “Calvin is my brother.” I pushed away from him just enough to look at him.
He wiped my tears and said, “I know, I found out a few days later when they were questioning me.” He must have felt me stiffen. “Cassidy, the charges were dropped. You know that right?” I nodded my answer and he embraced me again. “I promise you I had nothing to do with what happened that night.”
“I spent months trying to hate you so I could get over you, but I couldn’t and I never even had you.”
“Baby, you had me, you have me still. Last night was just confirmation Cassidy.”
I have been waiting for this to come up on my calendar to read. I have watched the launch party, other bloggers enjoying the books, I have loved being a part of it. (Thank you J.M. Witt for an early copy of Letting Go too!) It finally arrived, the day I had planned to read Letting Go and I jumped right in.
I really liked it. It was a hot steamy ride through a very … I don’t want to say fragile … but kind of delicate relationship. I feel like if James had made just the wrong move in one direction, Cassidy would have definitely taken off, at least until she got to know more behind his explanation for… all those months ago. I will let you read the book.
When I say hot and steamy, I mean hot and steamy, it was almost too much for me. Almost, not quite. Y’all know I like some raciness with my romance, so don’t be judging me as someone who just can’t handle it. :P It wasn’t what they did (think a little lighter than FSOG), but how often that was the focus of the book. Luckily, there was a great story line to go along with the hotness, so I was good.
These two go through so much sadness and pain, it draws them together when they let it, it separates them when they let it do that. There really is a beautiful story line of love and loss – or not quite loss yet – in one of their cases. I cannot wait to see what comes next for them. I think there will be a lot of struggles for them down the path of their relationship, but I also think they are going to come out of it stronger in the end. I hope.
I think the only thing that I can say I did not like was that it was almost too … real? I tend to be one of those ladies for whom bodily functions do not happen in front of anyone ever and I prefer my characters to be the same. Don’t laugh. I know, it is not the 50’s. Be kind. I was raised that way. Not that James was letting toots rip (I am cracking up as I type this), it just seemed like there was a huge focus on the need to pee. I was waiting for there to be a logical reason for it, I mean there is in another series that I love, the guy has a reason for why she needs to go to the bathroom after sex. There really was no reason given, they just peed. Maybe…. J.M. was just making them real life like we are, but I seriously will freak out on my husband if he walks in when I am in the bathroom. It is just who I am. I am a prude when it comes to bathroom stuff, not so much when it comes to my books.
K. Get it out.
Done laughing at me?
Let us move on.
Great debut novel for J.M. Witt. If you like your romances to be highly erotic with a great story line, you will love this book.
You’re still laughing at me aren’t you? For the record, my husband is laughing at me too after I read that part of my review to him.
Man, I hope she lets me read the next book after reading my review.
I’m a stay-at-home mom with four young children and one extremely supportive husband. We’ve been married for nine years and reside in Highland, Michigan.
I’ve dreamed of writing romance novels since I was little. After having baby #4, who may or may not have been fathered by Christian Grey, I decided it was time to pursue my dreams.
When I’m not volunteering at the schools of my children, running to various appointments, enjoying time with my friends and my book club, dating my husband, or avoiding cleaning my house, I’m writing!
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