Autumn Grey, what have you done to me?!? I am afraid after finishing Desolate, I will NEVER be the same. The book was insanely addicting and powerful. I have never loved two characters more than I did while reading about Sol and Grace. My god, the feelings and angst were unbearable at times. Sol is torn between his love for God and his faith and his adoration and all consuming pull towards Grace. The story between these two is one for the ages. It is young love. The kind that is sweet and innocent, pure and wholesome. They each are finding themselves and figuring out their wants and needs while exploring each other and their connection. I ugly cried while reading this book, IT IS THAT GOOD! "I willingly gave you the power to unravel me because I loved the way it felt when you put me back together. I’m addicted to that feeling, and it’s destroying me. Destroying us." I MEAN REALLY!?? Do you feel the emotion in that? Can you hear the tortured soul and the love that is overflowing out of every syllable? Autumn Grey, you always pull me in with your beautiful covers, but you win me over with your poetic words of warmth and intimacy. Now give me the second book!!!
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I have a feeling given time, Grace could be the kind of woman men make sacrifices for. She has the power to make a man forget his dreams and help her pursue hers just to see her happy. Just to be near her. I want to be near her.
t’s not love. It’s more than that. More lethal. Potent. It flows through my veins, infecting my blood with its poison. I’m not even sure how I’m still breathing. I should be dead. Instead, I’m sitting here, looking over my shoulder at the main entrance every few seconds like a forlorn lover waiting for her love to return home from war.
My gaze falls on her mouth, and I literally stop breathing because that mouth, God help me. It's like a gateway to a whole new galaxy where secrets and wishes are waiting to be unveiled.
There are angels and demons at war inside my head.
I had it all figured out: finish high school, attend seminary and finally answer my calling of becoming a priest. What I hadn’t counted in the equation was her.
The girl who was always out of my reach. The girl who still makes me lose my breath with just a look.
Little did I know she would become my temptation and vice, and quite possibly, my ruin.
Now I’m standing at a crossroads, and my head is a battlefield. How do I choose sides when it means losing a part of who I am? (less)