Title: Breathe
Series: Hollow Ridge #2
Author: C.L. Matthews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Series: Hollow Ridge #2
Author: C.L. Matthews
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 14, 2020
My Thoughts and Review:
"When life gets impossible, take a moment. And don't forget to breathe."
Breathe is another heartbreakingly beautiful, raw, and honest book by C.L. Matthews. Taking place after Inhale, Exhale this book is Toby's story and life. I loved the returning characters, and truly fell in love with Joey. She is an incredible woman, a perfect person for Toby.
C.L. Matthews has an amazing ability to write stories that are so honest, and raw, they feel like real life instead of fiction. This book is another example of work that will touch your soul.
Breathe is another heartbreakingly beautiful, raw, and honest book by C.L. Matthews. Taking place after Inhale, Exhale this book is Toby's story and life. I loved the returning characters, and truly fell in love with Joey. She is an incredible woman, a perfect person for Toby.
C.L. Matthews has an amazing ability to write stories that are so honest, and raw, they feel like real life instead of fiction. This book is another example of work that will touch your soul.
Blurb
You’d think five years would be enough time to cope and move
on.
It’s not.
If anything, it’s given me more unrealistic ways to deal
with my loss.
More pain.
And even worse, a woman I don’t love.
A woman that isn’t her.
I hate her.
She hates me, too.
My life’s a mess.
My heart’s nonexistent.
My soul was lost long ago.
Worst of all, I no longer have any fucks to give.
They say you find your true love after you lose your first
one.
I call bullshit.
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Excerpt
I bottle the
resentment and hatred as one would a black widow and praying mantis in a jar,
wondering which would strike first and who would conquer all.
One time, Wes caught one of each in two separate jars. It annoyed me that he
captured two beautiful creatures just to hold them hostage and watch them waste
away.
He set the glasses side by side, mirrors, almost doorways, to see how
calculated each species was.
The intrigue in his eyes terrified me, let me know something inside him may be
darker than I bargained for, yet I did nothing but watch.
His fingers caressed the one housing the bright green mantis. He leaned in
close, his eyes narrowing on the stillness, I'm sure.
When the insect didn't move, only keeping a stock-still position, I wondered if
maybe fear kept it frozen in place, but like Wes knew something I didn't, he
smiled.
The way his lips tilted at the edges conspiratorially made my insides squeeze
uncomfortably. As a predator or person with a lack of empathy would, he gave me
chills, but for some reason, it didn't force my eyes away.
Like the impact when music hits really loud, the bass bumping throughout your
body, I could only prepare for the cacophony of bulldozing emotions.
After deciding whatever he needed, he stared at the widow. Its red stomach
patch faced away from us as it protected itself by hiding in the lid, but Wes
saw. Tapping the lid several times, we watched as the spider plopped to the
bottom.
He bit the inside of his cheek wordlessly, causing an insane curiosity to bite
at my mind.
It made zero sense.
This was barbaric, but I didn't do a single thing to stop this from escalating.
He unscrewed the lids, lifting both cylinders at the same time. Nothing could
prepare me for what I witnessed next.
Anxiety gnawed at my stomach, creating an untamable distress to bubble through
my chest. It burned and ached, acting as an early warning system as the two
foes faced off.
Neither moved.
They both stood motionless, almost calculating, watching, observing the
opponent.
It never occurred to me which would win, but staring at the black widow,
knowing its bite was as deadly as it was vicious, my mind had made itself up.
It struck first. The widow went straight for the jugular, and that was its
first mistake—taking the easy shot, the uncalculated risk of striking first.
The mantis, as if knowing all along, gripped the spider with its pincers,
holding it like it was sushi, his arms the chopsticks of death.
It squeezed and squeezed, making sure to eat its legs while it writhed in its
hold. Nausea built inside me, suffocating my every breath, but the mantis
didn't stop to recognize how uncomfortable I was.
How could it know?
This was a dog-eat-dog world. In this case, a mantis-eat-widow one, he did what
he had to do to survive. He won, eating his winnings like a gloating king after
battle.
And I learned something valuable that day: always watch your six, don't trust
words, and never take the first shot. I'd never lay victim to a man ever
again.
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Author Bio
C.L. Matthews lives in lala-landia with her husband and
invisible friends. She wants to riot the lack thereof authentic Mexican food in
her state, but she’s an introvert at heart. She enjoys tacos, Red Bull, and
warm water because she’s crazy. She’s an oddball and realizes it’s been
mentioned before, just go with it. Her joys in life consist of writing
unconventional romances, making book covers, causing havoc to her reader’s
hearts, and genre-hopping when she needs a change of scenery. She’s a special
kind of weird and enjoys every moment of it.
What happens when the seriously hot and growly ER doctor who kicked you out of a hospital cafeteria turns into an epic one-night-stand? Well, for starters, a surprise pregnancy. Dr. Josh Richardson never wanted a family, but Lynsey's about to give him one. And if they have any hope of co-parenting, they need to learn how to co-habituate…and try not to kill or kiss each other in the process.
