Author: Molly McAdams
Series: Forgiving Lies Series, #2
Publisher by: HarperCollins Publishers
Published on: March 4, 2014
Genres: New Adult Romance
Page Count: 336
Related Books In Series: Forgiving Lies
The irresistible, blazing-hot sequel to New York Times bestselling author Molly McAdams's Forgiving Lies.
Rachel is supposed to be planning her wedding to Kash, the love of her life. After the crazy year they've had, she's ready to settle down and live a completely normal life. Well, as normal as it can be. But there's something else waiting—something threatening to tear them apart.
Kash is ready for it all with Rach. Especially if all includes having a football team of babies with his future wife. With his line of work, he knows how short life can be, and doesn't want to waste another minute of theirs. But now his past as an undercover narcotics agent has come back to haunt him ... and it's the girl he loves who's caught in the middle.
Trent Cruz's orders are clear: take the girl. But there's something about this girl that has him changing the rules and playing a dangerous game to keep her safe. When his time as Rachel's protector runs out, he will turn his back on the only life he's known, and risk everything, if it means getting her out alive.
This is book 2 in the Forgiving Lies series so if you haven’t read book 1, Forgiving Lies you need to read it first.
OMG, I loved this book!! Once I started it, I could not put it down. I needed to know if Rachel and Kash would finally get their HEA or not. When book 1 ended Rachel had finally forgiven Kash for keeping a huge secret from her and they were now engaged to be married (for the second time). While at work Kash learns that Rachel had placed a 911 call about a break in and learns that Rachel has been kidnapped!!! I couldn’t stand the wait!! I needed book 2 like yesterday!! I needed to know if Kash would be able to save Rachel yet again and finally get their HEA!!
I loved how book 2 starts by giving you a little more back story on Kash and Rachel before she is kidnapped. I loved the relationship and the banter between the two. I was laughing so much at some of the things the two said to each other. With the help of Kash’s family, Rachel is preparing for her wedding and dress shopping but she is starting to freak out over the fact that her parents are no longer with her and she will have to go thru life without them for all the small things that matter the most to her.
My heart is breaking for Rachel because she has already had to go thru so much and she has just gotten to a point in her life where she was healing and moving on and then she gets kidnapped only to set her back more. At first, she is confused. She figures she is kidnapped because of Kash being a undercover cop but she can’t figure out what they want. Her kidnapper,Trent (who she calls Taylor till she learns his name), is trying to protect her and keep her safe from his gang and “brothers”. Over time Rachel and Trent form a special bond and she feels safe with Trent. When the time comes, will Trent be able to keep Rachel safe?
After being gone for over a month Kash and Mason are finally able to rescue Rachel but at what price will it cost? When Kash sees something he never imagined will he be able to put it behind him and be happy with Rachel? She is struggling as well and as she overhears Kash saying things to his parents will it be to much for her? Will they ever get their HEA?
I love that you get a dual POV. You can see what Rachel is going thru and dealing with but you also get Kash’s POV. How is he handling Rachel being gone? At what lengths will he go thru to get Rachel back? You even get a POV from Trent and see what he is feeling and thinking. After watching Rachel for so long, has his feelings for her grew into something more that he knows will never be?
I LOVED the epilogue!!! I was so excited and smiling from ear to ear!! Trust me, you will want to read this book and find out for yourself what happens!! You also learn at the very end that Mason now has a girlfriend but you don’t find out who so I am hoping this is our teaser to lead into book 3 about Mason!!
“Rach, do you really need this many shoes?” I watched as she unpacked the third box in our closet, and wondered how any person could ever have a need for that many pairs of shoes.
Her hand stopped mid-way to the shelf with another pair, and her bright blue glare turned on me. I took a step back.
“Are you actually asking me that right now?”
“Say no,” my dad whispered from behind me. “Course he wasn’t, Rachel. He’s just mad that he won’t have anywhere to put his sparkly hooker heels.”
Rachel laughed and went back to putting her dozens of shoes away. “No worries about that one, Rich. I put them up already, they even have their own little place away from everything so they don’t get ruined.”
My mom pushed through Dad and me to get into the closet with an armful of clothes to hang up. “Really, Logan. Give the girl a break, I have more shoes than this.”
“Oh, Marcy! I forgot to tell you—”
“Is this gonna be a long story?” Dad drawled, cutting Rachel off.
“Actually, it is,” she snapped right back with a playful smirk. “So get comfy!” As soon as she launched into her story about whatever the hell those two always talked excitedly about, my dad turned and gave me a shove.
“Have I taught you nothing when it comes to women?” he asked softly.
“What? That’s a shit ton of shoes!” I hissed, and looked back to see her pull more out. I swear to Christ this last box was like Mary Poppins’ purse. It was a never-ending pit of shoes.
“Okay, we’re gonna do this quick and easy. One, your woman can never have too many shoes, clothes, purses, or jewelry. Two, it doesn’t matter if you know you’re right—because God knows your mother is wrong about … well … just about everything—but it doesn’t matter. They are always right. Just say a simple, ‘Yes sweetheart, I’m sorry I’m a dumbass’ and you’ll be fine. Three, them asking if they look okay is a trick question. Because, let’s face it, even if we think it’s the ugliest shirt we’ve ever seen, it’s probably in style and we wouldn’t know either way. So they always look amazing, remember that word.”
I laughed. Rachel could wear a sack and I would think she looked amazing. Or she could wear nothing … I preferred her in nothing. I cleared my throat, and had to look away from Rachel when I started picturing her naked.
“Four, and probably the most important if you want to keep your manhood, do not ever ask if she is PMS-ing. No matter what. Might as well dig your own grave if you do that.”
Too late. I was always asking Rach if that was why she was in a bad mood. And if I was right, there was no way in hell I was going to tell her I was in the wrong. She could bitch about it if she wanted, but I wasn’t going to go easy on her for the sake of getting out of an argument. Arguing with her was one of my favorite things.
Nodding, I slapped my dad’s shoulder and smiled. “Thanks, Dad, I’ll remember all that.”
“… have to go back and see if they’re still there.” Mom was excited about something, and from the look of it, Rachel was too.
“Yeah, we do! Anyway, I just had to tell you about that, I knew you’d flip,” Rach mumbled as she flattened the last box of shoes. Thank God Mary Poppins’ box had officially emptied out.
“That was a lovely story,”—Dad drawled again—“and you tell it so well, with such enthusiasm.”
Mom rolled her eyes and shook her head as she smiled, and Rachel just looked at my dad like she was about to let him have it. At the last second, her head jerked back. “Wait. Forrest Gump … really, Rich? You’re using Forrest Gump quotes to insult me?”
“You have met your match, honey!” Mom cheered, and Dad just huffed in annoyance toward them, but shot me a wink.
“She doesn’t put up with your bullshit or mine. Son, I’m telling you, you better hold on tight to that one.”
“I will, Dad. Rach, are you done with the shoes?”
“I’m not sure. If you bring up my shoes again, I could probably sit here and re-arrange them, maybe set them up by color, size of the heel, and length of the boot.”
“Woman, get out of the damn closet. I have to put this up, and if you coordinate your shoes, I swear to you they will be in a pile on the floor the next time you come in here.”
“Logan Kash Ryan!” Mom chided at the same time Rachel swore, “I will gut you.”
My little Sour Patch. So fucking cute when she’s threatening my life.
“Wait, what are you putting up?” she asked as she walked out of the closet that was big enough for a car.
“Kind of like a really cheap safe room. Actually, that’s a lie. It’s just for you to hide behind if someone were to break in or something.”
She laughed loudly and kissed my throat. “Kash, really? You’re being just a little bit paranoid. We’re not putting up a fake wall.”
Before she could move away, I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Babe. I almost lost you once, I’ll be working shitty hours and there will be a lot of nights you’re here alone. This is for my peace of mind, don’t be difficult.”
“Nothing is going to—”
“Rachel, stop. We’re putting up the wall.”
“You’re being paranoid!”
I kissed her hard once before pushing her gently away. “I probably am, but I don’t care. With all the clothes hung up, you won’t even notice it’s there. And if something happens, it’s there for you to hide behind. I love you, but I’m getting my way on this, okay?”
She rolled her eyes and gave my mom a look that Mom clearly understood since she started laughing. “All right, Kash. If you want to put up the fake wall to help you sleep at night—err, to keep you happy when you’re away—then have at it.”