Right from the start of Ryan’s Love, your heart begins to break. You can feel the total devastation coming from the pages reading about Ryan laying his wife to rest. You automatically feel not just for Ryan but for his daughter as well. Ryan’s pain is so heartbreaking, that within the prologue alone I cried for his loss.
Fast forward three years and Ryan while still mourning, he doesn’t know when or if he should ever move on with finding someone new to love. His family, well all but his daughter, is hoping that Ryan will begin to date again. When Ryan sees Amber it shocked him that for once he was feeling an attraction toward a woman besides his late wife. He is not only coming to terms with being ready to move on, but trying to deal with a daughter, who in my opinion, may have had some passes about her behavior but went way to far more than once with not just her words but her actions as well.
Amber left her previous life to reopen the bakery that was her grandma’s. She and her best friend moved into town and fell in love with it almost immediately. Amber’s own past has pain, especially in the form of a bastard ex and parents who care more about money than their daughter. Amber was scared about starting a relationship with Ryan, and it was understandable. The way she didn’t want to come between father and daughter was very unselfish and made me love her character.
Ryan’s Love was a sweet romance, with a side of sexy. The story focused on the building of a relationship, the healing of the loss of a loved one, and a second chance at love. It was a fairly quick read and kept my attention throughout. This is the first book in the Sawyer Brothers series and it was a great start!
Ryan's LoveI couldn’t contain my happiness. Hell, I had forgotten what it was like to hold a woman close. To hold her hand in mine or to bury my face at the base of her neck, just where it meets her shoulder. The comfort of having a woman in my arms was something I thought I’d never have the pleasure of again. Amber was different than any other woman I had met over the years. She was so sweet, shy, and compassionate. She was so easy to talk to, and the way she listened to me made me feel like she was hanging on my every word. The way she looked at me also made me feel like I’d hung the moon. It was reassuring to have someone I could share time with, someone that didn’t know me during the darkest part of my life. She gave me the chance to let a little of the old me shine through. I had really missed the old me. “Climb up,” I said from behind her as she stood staring up at the horse only a few feet from her with a look of panic on her face. I was more than positive this was the closest this city girl had ever been to one. She peered back over her shoulder, and I almost laughed at how overwhelmed she looked. “I’m from the city,” she said with wide eyes, emphasizing her loss at what to do. “Ryan, you do understand that we have subways and taxis, right? We do not have horses that are the size of SUVs. I’m going to need a little help if you expect me—” She pointed toward her chest, then spun around to point at the horse. “—to get up on that thing.” Now I did chuckle. It was impossible not to. She was damn near panicking at the thought of how she would mount and then ride the horse. I stepped up behind her, my chest fitting flush against her back. Gripping her hips, I leaned my head closer and grazed my lips over her ear. Her body relaxed against mine, and she tilted her head to the side, opening up her neck to me. As I placed a kiss at the base of her neck, she shuddered in my arms. “You have to put your foot in the stirrups,” I whispered before kissing just below her ear. “I’ll lift as you pull yourself up.” She nodded with her eyes closed as her chest moved up and down in small pants. “Go on,” I urged. I lifted her as she gripped the saddle, and she yelped when I firmly placed her atop Storm, my father’s Oldenburg stallion. Jackson held him steady as I pulled myself up and took my spot behind Amber. Our bodies were so close together I could feel her ragged breaths as she shifted against me with each one. Earlier, I’d been worried about bringing her to my parents’ house. I wasn’t sure how they would feel about seeing me with another woman after all this time. When I stopped by last night for dinner, I wanted to make sure it was okay, and their answers shocked me. My mother cried and assured me that moving on was for the best. She then admitted she had worried I would never truly be happy again and that imagining me alone without someone to love me broke her heart. My father gave me one of those manly hugs and said he looked forward to meeting the woman who was bringing back his son. His words rang true as I too felt Amber was allowing me to feel alive again. She had returned my desire to feel, to love. Jackson, on the other hand, just kept commenting on how good-looking the girl that caught my attention was. He made sure to throw in the fact he met her first and had already been inside her apartment. The cocky son of a bitch was so full of himself, he chose to leave out the part about only being there to move furniture. Noah, of course, was more of the silent type, yet his eyes showed he was pleased with my choices. “You ready?” I asked Amber while wrapping my arms around her waist and grabbing the reins. She nodded, and I looked over one last time to see Jackson grinning from ear to ear.
Jackson Sawyer was strong, confident, cocky, and arrogant, but when he loved, he loved hard.
The Sawyer family was faced with a tragedy that rocked their foundation. Jackson, however, was hit the hardest. He’s the one who can't seem to rise above the grief.
It has overtaken him…
Until he finds Bailey Whitmore. She also has a darkness she just can't shake. Yet she hides it well—tucking her sadness away, and shadowing it with a spunky attitude.
But those demons have a way of showing up when you least expect it…
Love is intense.
Loss is inevitable.
Pain and anger are unavoidable.
Will they find the strength to rebuild their tainted hearts together?
Or will it go against…Jackson’s Destiny?
Jackson’s Destiny is the second book in the Sawyer Brothers series and just like the previous book, it starts off with the loss of someone very important to Jackson, his father. I once again was crying because of how deeply and severely the loss of his father affected Jackson. Out of all of the brothers, Jackson’s relationship with his father was special. They ran the ranch together and spent the most time together because of that.
Jackson has a reputation as a ladies man, but there is really only woman that he wants. Bailey. It is because of her that Jackson is able to pull himself out of the downward spiral of grief that he was headed when he stepped up to help her. These two had been attracted to each other for months, and almost acted on it, but until then Jackson hadn’t staked his claim.
Bailey has experience with being dealt a loss so hard that it tore up her family, when her brother died. The events that happened afterward destroyed her family. I felt so bad for her because she didn’t have the support system like Jackson had except for Amber. When Amber’s mother comes causing trouble you want to take a baking tray to her face, while its hot from the oven.
Jackson’s Destiny was sexier than the previous book, but still has that sweetest that Ryan’s Love had. Like Ryan’s Love, this was a fairly quick read that had me wanting more when I finished it. I am looking forward to Noah’s book a lot. Noah is the final Sawyer Brother and I have a feeling we are going to be in for an emotional rollercoaster ride with his book based to the preview we got.
Jackson's Destiny (Sawyer Brothers #2)
Jackson's DestinyI heard Olivia’s laughter just before the front door opened. “I did not,” she said. “Oh yes you did,” Jackson insisted as he dropped his keys onto the table next to the couch. “Thank God it wasn’t Bailey’s Jeep. Hell, she would flip her shit if it was.” That comment caught my full attention. “What happened?” They both turned to face me, and Jackson grinned. Pointing toward Liv, he continued to taunt her with his orneriness. “Little Miss Speed Demon here wrecked my truck.” Olivia’s eyes widened, and she looked like she was panicking. “You liar. You said you’d never tell.” I couldn’t help but laugh. The two of them were always so funny together. They would pick and prod at one another, always trying to get under one another’s skin, even over little things. “Bailey is different,” Jackson said as he walked around the counter and placed his hand on my hip. “She’s the cool aunt who’s with the cool uncle, and she ain’t gonna say shit. Are ya, babe?” Before I could answer, he leaned forward and placed a kiss against my lips. Not one of those soft, sweet kisses but one of the hard, loud ones that was playful and full of silliness. “Besides, I need her to run into town and pick up the tire after Booker gets it mounted and balanced.” “Tire?’ I asked. “Yep. Never yell ‘squirrel’ when a teenage girl is behind the wheel.” Jackson widened his eyes. “I should have just let her hit it.” “There was no squirrel, you fool,” Olivia fired back, crossing her arms over her chest. “I know. It was a reflex test, and darlin’, you failed that shit,” he told her with a chuckle. I was so damn lost at this point. “Wait, what happened, exactly?” “This dumbass yelled ‘squirrel,’ and I freaked out. But there was no damn squirrel; he just wanted to see how I would react.” She looked away from me and narrowed her eyes at Jackson. “He scared the hell out of me, and I ran off the road.” “‘Ran off the road,’ hell,” Jackson barked. “She went down in the ditch and blew out my tire. Bent my rim to shit and crushed my running board.” He leaned over the counter, placing his elbow on the marble top. “Oh, and let’s not forget about the hood and windshield.” “What happened to the hood and windshield?” I asked. Jackson stared at Olivia, and she stared back at him. They were waiting for the other to explain. “Fine,” Olivia huffed. “I hit Mr. Burk’s irrigation equipment. Well, just the side of it. It scraped the hood and cracked the windshield. But in my defense, it’s the dumbass’s fault for yelling ‘squirrel.’” I could no longer hold back my laughter. I bent at the waist, and tears blurred my vision as I howled. Jackson was right; I wouldn’t say a word, but I sure as hell was going to take a few minutes to be amused by the situation he and Liv had found themselves in.
About C.A. HarmsI have always had a love for reading. Getting lost in the world of Fiction, even if it is just for a shirt time. I haven't always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Suspense, on the edge of your seat, those still get me too. I live in Illinois and enjoy spending time with my husband and two children. You will always find me with my kindle or paperback in hand as it is my favorite pass time.