Title: F*cking Shattered
Author: K.B. Andrews
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 17, 2017
Review Source: Give Me Books Promotions
I've always
been the shy, quiet one.
My best
friend, the fun loving, outgoing one.
When she's
gone, taken away entirely way too soon, I have to
learn how to live.
And not just
for me, but for her too.
I have to live
for the both of us.
That means
doing things I'd never do, stepping out of the shadows to join the
rest of the world- taking chances, falling in love, and getting
into a little trouble along the way.
Losing my best
friend broke me.
And when a
person breaks,
They f*cking
shatter.
Life is not
always rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes it’s heartache and thunderstorms.
However, sometimes life hands us lemons and we make the most delicious
lemonade. Our silver lining. Through the darkness comes light. Through the
thunderstorms comes sunshine.
This is Jovi.
When all she saw was darkness, she had an angel showing her the way. Even when
she thought she could never find the air, she rose from the deepest depths of
the ocean. Jovi’s life changed the moment she met River. She didn’t know how or
why he appeared, but her best friend was there every step of the way. Jovi has
a list to complete and River was there to make sure that she saw to each and
every one. She had the summer of her life and she has her best friend, Katie to
thank for it.
F*cking Shattered
was brilliant. Gut wrenching at times, yet a happy ever after was not far off.
This book will be with me for a long time to come.
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He practically
pushes me up to the bar and onto a barstool before motioning for the bartender.
I make myself
comfortable, hanging my purse on the hook under the bar, as he orders us a
drink.
He takes the
seat next to me and I look over at him, trying to figure him out and what he
wants with me.
“What are you
staring at?” he asks, seeing me out of the corner of his bright blue eyes.
“I’m trying to
figure out what your deal is.”
He turns his
body to face me. “Why do I have to have a ‘deal’?”
I shrug as the
bartender places our drinks in front of us. I pick up the glass and take a sip
as he slides over some cash. “I don’t know. We met under these really weird
circumstances, and then we had a random hook up. I never expected to see you
again.”
He sets his
drink down and trains his eyes on me. “Let me ask you this, why did you kiss me
yesterday?”
I turn to look
at myself in the mirror hanging behind the bar. I don’t want him to see me, see
that I’m lying. “As a thank you for the drink.” The lie leaves my lips smoothly.
I almost buy it myself.
“Bullshit.
What’s the real reason?”
I turn to him
suddenly with my mouth hanging open from him calling me out. “It’s none of your
business.”
He laughs.
“It’s none of my business why you felt the need to sexually assault me?” He
leans back, amusement written all over his perfectly sculpted face. His eyes
shine bright, even under the dim lights of the bar.
Now it’s my
turn to laugh. “Sexual assault? I don’t think that’s what it was.” I pick up my
drink and take another swig, enjoying the burn it brings and the numbness that
accompanies it.
“Did I give
you the impression that I wanted you to kiss me?”
I squint my
eyes at him. What is he getting at? “No.”
“Then why did
you do it?” His eyes hold a gleam of wicked amusement. He likes challenging me.
I let out a
deep breath. “A friend of mine made me this summer bucket list,” I admit a
little breathless.
He nods like
he understands. “And this list said ‘kiss River’?” His voice is dead serious,
but the expression on his face is nothing short of sarcastic.
“No. It said
‘kiss a stranger’,” I say, annoyance consuming me as I push my dark hair behind
my ear.
He holds his
arms up at his sides. “So why me? What made you decided that I was the stranger
you should kiss?”
God he annoys
me so much! “I don’t know. You were there, the list popped into my head. I
figured, why not? I had never seen you before in my life and I figured I never
would again.”
“Ahh, so you took
this bucket list challenge, but you decided to play it the safe way.”
“What do you
mean the safe way?” I want to get up and leave because he pushes these buttons
inside of me that make me want to pull my hair out. It’s like he’s a child that
just lives to annoy me. But something inside of me won’t let me walk away that
easy. It’s like I’m a glutton for punishment, and just have to see what he will
say next.
He pulls his
barstool a bit closer, causing his legs to be on either side of mine. Our legs
are almost touching and it causes a tingle to take over. “Okay, this list, I’m
assuming, was meant to get you out of your element, to make you do things you’d
never do, and to learn to live with what comes out of it instead of always
playing it safe, right?” His jaw flexes as he waits for the answer.
I nod. “Yeah,
I guess.”
“Well, you’re
not playing right.”
A puff of air
leaves me in a rush. “There are no rules!”
He holds up
his finger. “That’s where you’re wrong. Why bother with the list if you’re not
going to do it right? You thought you could cross things off without having to
deal with the consequences. Meaning, you kissed me because you thought you
wouldn’t have to mess with the awkwardness of having to run into me.”
I bite the
inside of my cheek while I think it over. But I can’t come up with an argument
because he’s right. I’m not doing this right. I need to put myself out there
and learn what it’s like to be truly vulnerable.
I pick up my
glass and finish it off.
River,
apparently happy with the inner turmoil he’s caused in me, leans back, smiling
like a Cheshire cat. I want to reach over and smack that smug look right off
his face.
After a good,
long minute of silence, I turn to him. “So what should I do then? Just go up to
a random stranger in here and kiss them?”
He looks
around, surveying the small pub. “Yeah, go kiss that one.” He nods towards the
back corner.
K.B. Andrews
was born and raised in a small town in Southern Illinois where she now resides
with her husband, two kids, two dogs, and a grouchy cat. She spends her days
with her nose in a book or eyes on a computer, working on her newest story. To
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