Hiya Reading Ninjas, we're back to romancelandia and all those wonderfully warm, fuzzy feels this week.
Till I Promised You - by Michelle Fernandez
I mean, the title alone tells us that this is a warm, fuzzy, happily-ever-after kind of read - right? HA! Yeah right!!! Batten down your heart hatches Ninjas and do a few heartbreak avoidance ninja-move warm-up stretches now before you dive in because you won't be stopping later...
Such an innocent trope, college sweethearts meet up again as adults and struggle against the duelling feels of past heartbreaks and current attractions. Simple. Easy read... But wait - there's more!
This book weaves its way from heartbreak to heartbreak and back again. Every step the characters take leads us further and further into their pasts, their futures, and the hidden reasons why they went their separate ways and why they cannot rekindle their love now.
It's been a while since I've ugly cried this much, and I'm not ashamed to let you in on a secret - there was more than one lunch break I sat outside to eat and read, not just because the weather was lovely, but so I could cry unobserved.
As it's a romance, we naturally get our happy ending, however, the tears shed while getting there are heartbreaking and real - so don't say I didn't warn you if you jump in without hardening your heart to this fantastic (and heart-wrenching) story.
I was forced to return home and take care of my family’s ranch after the death of my parents. I left everything behind, including the one woman I loved and made promises to . . . Ryland O’Hare.
When the farm goes under, I run away from my failures with a duffle bag, and a one-way ticket to anywhere. Who would have thought I’d bump into Ryland in Switzerland, of all places?
I never stopped loving Ryland and hated myself for leaving her in the first place. We reminisced and rekindled the love we once had. Then I received shocking news that changed the course of my life, and once again, I am forced to leave Ryland with more broken promises.
After years of no contact, I run into Ryland again. With one look at my six-year-old daughter, Ryland does the math and assumes this is the reason I vanished.
What I did was unforgivable, and nothing could have prepared us for what came next.