I received this book for free from the Author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
Published by: Self Published
on July 13, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Yara Phillips is a wandering muse.
She dates men who need her, but always moves on to something new, never staying in one place for very long.
David Lisey is in need of a muse.
A talented musician lacking lyrical inspiration. When he first sees her, he knows he's found what he's been looking for.
Yara believes she can give David exactly what he needs to reach his full potential:
A broken heart.
David’s religion is love.
Yara’s religion is heartache.
Neither is willing to surrender, but religion always requires sacrifice.
An emotional, dynamic, and an all-consuming romance that will bring you to your knees!
At the risk of being stoned and whipped by my fellow readers, I’m going to be honest and say that I was never one for jumping on the Tarryn Fisher bandwagon. I’ve read one other book by Ms. Fisher and it was pretty damn EPIC. So why haven’t I dropped everything and devoured every single book that she has ever written? I could make excuses and say, I never had the time, or YES, all her books are on my TBR, I just haven’t gotten to it yet, or I forget all about her, but those would be lame excuses. The truth is, she fell out of my radar because she wasn’t heavy in the romance genre. But when I was approached to read AWKAP, and I was told that she was ‘going back to her romance days’ I WAS ALL OVER THIS BAD BOY! Needless to say, the first few chapters in, I fell in love with Ms. Fisher’s writing ALL OVER AGAIN.
“You want me to make you fall in love with me, and you’re giving me permission to leave and break your heart?”
Yara and David…David and Yara…these two completely obliterated my heart! A heavy stream of emotion came pouring out of me with every personal decision they made. Frustration, adoration, love, hate, desperation, infuriation…and everything in between came in and out of my heart with each turn of the page. I’m not a poet AT ALL, but this book, this epic journey, made me want to stop what I was doing and write sonnet after sonnet after sonnet. This book did more than consume me in every way, it inspired me. It reached out to my creative side and it brightened my heart and soul. Yes, love is religion…and so is hope, and HOPE is what I walked away with after reading Yara and David’s story. Tarryn Fisher will make you surrender you mind, body, heart, and soul with this new release. She will pull out emotions you never knew you could experience with her brilliant words. She will make you crave something new…something better. She will inspire you and change you for the better with this journey. Speaking of journeys, this is a long one guys. It’s not a sweet and simple romance where two people find each other, lose each other, and find each other only to instantly have their happily ever after. Ms. Fisher makes us work for it. She’ll put your heart through the ringer, but I promise you will end up in a happy place in the end.
I can only hope that Tarryn’s future characters and inspirations keep her in the genre I love so much. So in conclusion, you SO need to grab this book when it releases. It will not only revive your feelings about love, hope, and heartache, it will change you for the better. I just hope that AWKAP inspires you as much as it did me. Thank you Tarryn for bringing such wonderful words into my life. This is one book that I will be forever grateful for.
Dear Yara, The bands in London, November 12th. Want to catch up? DavidSo casual. So nonchalant. You’d think we were only acquaintances, that we’d once sipped a couple of beers together instead of tattooing love on our skin and reciting marriage vows. I read the e-mail again and analyze the shit out of it. How can I not? I count out the words: thirteen. The punctuation: four. His name, my name. A flippant, casual turn of phrase: catch up. In the end, there’s only so much psychoanalyzing you can do to a thirteen-word e-mail. I move on with my life, feeling rather pathetic. But not before I e-mail him back. And okay, sure, I don’t move on with my life. What does that even entail? Forgetting? Forgiving? Being happy? Besides, I know what he wants to talk about. I know why he’s coming. Hi David, Yeah, sounds good. Let me know when and where. Yara My e-mail is a word shorter. I’m that petty.