Reading 📖 “Crave” by ‘Jennifer Dawson’… I had won this book like back in 2015 from the Goodreads giveaway. I’ve been wanting to read this for a minute and finally, I am. I do plan to get the next books to this series. This book is actually good.
Man, I thought I was NEVER going to finish this book. I felt like I was taking forever just to finish this book. And I finally finished it today. UGH!
Though this book was long winded, it was really good. I had won this book a while back; I think it was back in 2015. And I finally got around to reading it. I will be reading the other books to this series whenever I get the chance to get them.
I enjoyed Layla and Michael story, and I was glad she had met him because he was the one that finally brought her out of the funk that she was in. But towards the end, she was getting on my nerves with her whining and going back into her funk when Micheal got shot. I am like a girl, ugh, he didn’t even die. I understood her though she was annoying, I understood where she was coming from when she left the hospital. I wouldn’t blame her for leaving because I wouldn’t want to deal with something like that either. With your future husband dying then turn around meet someone else who is now your boyfriend and he ends up shot.
But when she found out that she didn’t die should’ve gone to see him I was glad that Leo came to her house and removed her and taken her to see Michael in the hospital, she was getting on my last nerves because she had a nack of running from everything.
I vow. I crave. I give in.
I used to be a nice, normal girl. I had dreams. Good, happy dreams of a white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and a fairytale love that lasts forever. Nobody ever warned me that sometimes, the prince dies three weeks before the wedding.
Like any addict, I swear this time is the last….
Now, I go through my days, a shadow of my former self. I pretend I’m okay, and the people in my life pretend to believe me. But, sometimes, when I can no longer stand the craving, I roam an underground sex club looking for my next hit. It’s dirty and wrong, but I can’t stop, and my only line of defense between them and me, is the rules I’ve designed to keep me safe. The men always abide by my rules. Until I meet him.
And, like any addict, I’m wrong.
I don’t question the instincts that tell me to run. One look at him, standing there, power radiating off him in waves, tells me all I need to know. He will make me crave those happy dreams I’ve left behind. And that is not an option.