Road trip with my best friend's irresistibly handsome older brother? Heck yeah! Where do I sign up?!

I haven't read any of Taylor's books but she has totally captivated me with Samantha and Tristan's story. It was a slow burn romance with lots of flashbacks and angst, but the underlying passion and attraction were sizzling off the pages and it was scorching hot!

I loved every second of it. While I'm not a huge fan of Samantha as I think she was whiny and perhaps a little selfish at times, I do love how much she valued her friendship with Renee and how she was passionate about her own dream. Tristan may be a man of a few words, but he has a big heart and a softness to him that drew you in quickly, to be honest, I couldn't get enough of him. Although the story was predictable and perhaps a little cliched at times, every twist and turns was wonderfully written and the ending was so perfect.

Recommended read to all romance lovers!

My throat tightened and a heaviness grew in my chest like my heart didn’t know whether to beat faster or stop beating altogether. “Did you leave me all this to show me the life you could’ve had, but didn’t? Why!?” I pounded the wheel again and then again, and again and again until my vision was blurry and all I could see was the redness of my own heated rage. “You’re a fucking coward! You fucking COWARD!” I screamed to no one, pounding on the wheel until the skin across my knuckles split and blood dripped between my fingers. 

Strong hands bit into my biceps, yanking me from the cab. I was spun around by my shoulders and found myself face to face with Finn. “I like it when you swear,” he said, pressing close.

“Finn, get off me! Get off me! Let me go!” I wailed, struggling to free myself from his grip. Kicking out my legs only to connect with the air as he evaded my every move. 

A growl tore from his throat. Finn picked me up and walked me to the back of the truck, setting me on the open tailgate. He pushed himself between my legs and hovered over me to keep me from leaping off.

“Let me go,” I demanded, pushing at his hard chest. “I don’t have time for your broodiness right now.” 

Finn held my wrists together with one hand. “No, of course you don’t. You’re too busy tearing up pictures and screaming at no one.” 

“Let me go,” I repeated. 

“No,” he said between clenched teeth. 

“Just go! Leave me alone. Leave meeeeeee!” I wailed as I pounded against his stone chest. 

“You don’t want to hit me,” he warned, his eyes hardened. 

“Then let me go.” 

“Why?” He stepped in closer, unaffected by my attempt to fight against him. My inner thighs were touching his outer thighs. 

“Because she did!” I screamed, my eyes sprang open to find his cold blue gaze. “She could have run anywhere and taken me with her. Instead she left him but she left me too. She was a coward who couldn’t make the right decision and I love her. I love her…but I hate her. I hate her so much…so…” I was interrupted when Finn’s lips pressed against mine, momentarily rendering me stupid. I pointed my toes toward the sky to avoid my initial instinct which was to wrap my legs around him. It was so consuming that I momentarily forgot to fight him off, but I didn’t need to, he pulled his lips from mine. 

“Stop doing that,” I said. I pushed him off but he stayed between my legs, his hands on my bare back just under the hem of his big t-shirt I was wearing. His gaze hardened. I could see the conflict written in his lined forehead and the deep V between his eyes. I had no doubt the conflict had everything to do with me. 

And kissing me. 

“It’s your fault that I do it,” Finn said, his voice deep and smooth against my chin and then my neck. 

“So that’s your plan? Kiss me every time you want to shut me up?” I asked, still feeling every bit of my anger but also feeling something else. Something that sent tingles between my legs and an ache in my core. “Thank you for saving me. Really. Thank you. I appreciate it,” my voice cracked. “But you can just leave me alone now. And please, STOP kissing me.” My words a whisper.

“I’m going to kiss you whenever I want to kiss you,” Finn stated as if I didn’t have a say in the matter. 

The early morning sunlight highlighted the beads of sweat trickling from his shoulders down his broad chest and across the valleys of his defined abs. He was standing so close that we were breathing in each other’s air.

“Whenever you want to kiss me?” I laughed. “I don’t understand you. I don’t understand any of this. You’re always mad at me. Why did you save me? Why do you keep kissing me when you’re always mad at me?” 

“It’s when I’m pissed off at you that I want to kiss you the most,” Finn said, his voice flowing over my skin like a silky blanket. He slid me closer so I could feel the outline of his rigid erection as if he were proving a point. He lowered his lips to mine and consumed my mouth in a greedy kiss that had me shaking with need and spinning with confusion. 

“Do you always kiss everyone you hate?” I asked, yanking my lips from his. 

“Does this feel like hate to you?” he growled pushing his hard length between my legs.