Dear Ms. Cates,
This is my very first book that I have read of yours even though I have others on my kindle. I am now kicking myself in my book whore ass for waiting so long to finally reading a book of yours. You have destroyed me, put me in a book depression (I can’t even say hangover because I am still having moments of tears when I think of this book), you reminded me why I love and hate angst at the same time and you reminded me why I love to read. Dear Agony embraced so many of the reasons why I fell in love with reading once more years ago. I was enthralled, I was completely under you spell of words, emotions and the hope that all of these emotions would be well worth it, and they were.
So while this review may not be in a typical review form I felt that doing it as a letter to you Ms. Cates was the best way to say how I felt in both a personal yet unique way. Dear Agony will be staying with me for days, weeks, hell let’s be honest most likely months to come. Dear Agony is one that I highly recommend and may very well end up on my top reads list of this year.
Janna a/k/a The Book Whore
Bringing Rose on at PPI has proven to be one of my best decisions ever. Not only is she the best assistant I could have hired, I get to have her near me all of the time. Win-win. But not everyone is happy about Rose’s employment at the firm. Wendy is less than thrilled, but I’m proud of the way Rose handles herself. Kill her with kindness. That’s Rose’s MO where Wendy is concerned, yet she has this clever way of putting the woman in her place. Rose is sitting on my office sofa. She’s in deep concentration reading the paperwork for PPI’s newest property so she doesn’t notice me looking over to steal glances at her. That red dress fits her like a glove, showing just the right amount of leg. And those mile-high leopard-print heels . . . hot, hot, hot. I love having her at the office with me, but damn, she makes it hard to concentrate, especially when she’s working in my office instead of hers. She looks up from the paperwork and opens her mouth to speak but stops when she catches me ogling her. She smiles and her brow wrinkles. “What?” I shake my head. “I didn’t say anything.” “I know. Why are you looking at me like that?” I’m curious to hear how she perceives the way I watch her. “What kind of way am I looking at you?” Her smile deepens and she glances away. “Never mind.” “I want to know. How am I looking at you?” She glances over at me and then down again. “Like you want something.” The woman couldn’t be more right. I do want something. Her. “What do you think I want?” She tilts her head to the side and grins as she nibbles her bottom lip. That lip I want to suck into my mouth and then bite and kiss at the same time because I can’t decide which I’d rather do. “Tell me. What do you think I want?” I’m curious to see how far I can take this conversation. How much I can get her to admit about the way she interprets my gaze. She might be inexperienced, but surely she can see I want her. Rose is so different from any other woman I’ve ever wanted. She’s delicate. Fragile. Innocent. She doesn’t know how to play the seduction game, yet she has seduced my heart, body, and soul. I need her. I want her. I love her.
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