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Tatum O’Connell:
Some call me a party girl. People see me as happy, full of life, with absolutely no cares in the world. They see what I want them to see. But no one knows me - really knows me. Not even Noah Reese. Mr. Perfect is always watching me, most likely judging every single imperfect thing I do. But, if Noah wants to keep an eye on me, that’s just fine. I definitely don’t mind. I just hope he doesn’t have any plans to save me from my new-found life of self-destruction because in order to save me, he will have to see me…
And I’m never going to let that happen.
Noah Reese:
Perfect. That’s me. That’s the only acceptable way to be, according to my father. Perfect grades.Perfect manners.Perfect athlete.Perfect SAT scores.Perfect college. And recently, I was accepted into the perfect med school. My future has already been mapped out for me and there’s nothing that can change that. Not even Tatum O’Connell. That girl is out of control, yet for some reason, I can’t seem to keep my distance from her. I watch her closely, hoping that one day she’ll let me in, but watching her lead her life down the dangerous path she’s on right now isn’t easy…
I have a feeling I’m about to find myself swept away by the hurricane that is Tatum O’Connell.
“Two fleeting souls,
Unknowingly tethered.
Too slowly drawn,
Impatient fate calls.
The jolting collide intertwines their lives
And splinters their walls.”
“Catalyst” – Noah Reese
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Tatum O’Connell:
Our Review:
Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 Stars
“Your soul provides the air, now all you have to do is jump. Soar, Tatum. I love you. Always. ~ Noah”
Having read the first book in this series Running On Empty I thought I knew what I would be getting, but this book is a totally different cookie. It is raw, emotionally powerful and very all consuming. The prologue pulls you in and you know that this is going to be one of those books that chews you up and spits you out at the other end.
In this book, it is not just one broken party, both parties are broken in their own way. This is a story of finding the strength and courage to deal with the past and also having the courage to move forward, even if it is extremely frightening and not what you had planned.
Tatum is extremely broken, after the death of her father her life was never the same again, in more ways than one. She learned to deal, but what were the side effects? Serious self-esteem issues, night mares, settling rather than taking but most of all feeling alone. No-one understood her, they just saw the fake smile and the fake bubbly personality and thought all was right in her life, but did anyone know the “real” Tatum.
“I would rather have one night with you, than to live the rest of my life with the possibility of never being able to experience loving another person the way that I love you.”
Tatum’s brother was a lot older, after his fathers death he had already left the family home and had left Tatum with their mother. He had a hard time dealing himself, but now that he was stronger in himself he wanted to build bridges with his little sister, but Tatum wouldn’t let him in. He therefore asked Noah to keep an eye on her for him. Noah, didn’t need to be asked, he had been studying her for ages. He was intrigued, enthralled, he wanted to know her better. She was the complete opposite of him, he was perfect, perfect life, perfect grades or was it? Did anyone really know Noah? What did Noah really want? He too was broken, his mother had died, he was brought up by his father who was more interested in public appearances than what was best for his son. Noah had to follow in his footsteps and that was the be all and end all. Would Noah ever have the courage to stand up to his father and be the man he wants to be rather than the son that his father wants?
“I have no right to challenge my father. I have no right to attempt to make a life of my own. I have no right to believe that who I want to be can even exist. But, most of all,” his tear filled eyes rise back to mine, “I have no right to love you as much as I do. But, goddamn Tate. I do. I love you so much that it hurts. My heart is deliberately being torn from my chest, leaving a void that on one will ever be able to fill, no matter how far away I am. You have to believe that. Please believe that.”
The lyrics in this book are heart breaking, at the beginning of each chapter you either have an entry from Tatum’s journal or Lyrics from Noah’s journal, these were emotional at times and after reading them you knew what laid in front of you in that chapter. They made the book for me.
These two are extremely good for each other, but we are swinging from a hate relationship to a like then love. It is a full circle for these two. But once they get to know one another it soon becomes apparent that they were made for each other. Two broken souls who need to learn to love themselves before loving each other. They are fiercely protective of one another, they can be themselves together, they are two halves of a whole but is it their time now? Can two broken people survive as one or do they need to wait until they are both healed?
Loved this story. Such a great journey for these two, beautifully written, extremely emotional but captivating. I couldn’t put it down. There is humour in here too, so you will laugh as much as you cry but it is a beautifully balanced book that will have you soul searching.
We also get glimpses of Blake and Alex and their children. Trace, Tatum’s big brother has a story to tell, I am sure! Harlow, was an amazing character in this book, she was strong and solid and was the sensible one. She was extremely motherly bless her.
I can’t wait to read more from this series, love the writing, love the characters just love this series. Fab job LB Simmons once again!
Having read the first book in this series Running On Empty I thought I knew what I would be getting, but this book is a totally different cookie. It is raw, emotionally powerful and very all consuming. The prologue pulls you in and you know that this is going to be one of those books that chews you up and spits you out at the other end.
In this book, it is not just one broken party, both parties are broken in their own way. This is a story of finding the strength and courage to deal with the past and also having the courage to move forward, even if it is extremely frightening and not what you had planned.
Tatum is extremely broken, after the death of her father her life was never the same again, in more ways than one. She learned to deal, but what were the side effects? Serious self-esteem issues, night mares, settling rather than taking but most of all feeling alone. No-one understood her, they just saw the fake smile and the fake bubbly personality and thought all was right in her life, but did anyone know the “real” Tatum.
“I would rather have one night with you, than to live the rest of my life with the possibility of never being able to experience loving another person the way that I love you.”
Tatum’s brother was a lot older, after his fathers death he had already left the family home and had left Tatum with their mother. He had a hard time dealing himself, but now that he was stronger in himself he wanted to build bridges with his little sister, but Tatum wouldn’t let him in. He therefore asked Noah to keep an eye on her for him. Noah, didn’t need to be asked, he had been studying her for ages. He was intrigued, enthralled, he wanted to know her better. She was the complete opposite of him, he was perfect, perfect life, perfect grades or was it? Did anyone really know Noah? What did Noah really want? He too was broken, his mother had died, he was brought up by his father who was more interested in public appearances than what was best for his son. Noah had to follow in his footsteps and that was the be all and end all. Would Noah ever have the courage to stand up to his father and be the man he wants to be rather than the son that his father wants?
“I have no right to challenge my father. I have no right to attempt to make a life of my own. I have no right to believe that who I want to be can even exist. But, most of all,” his tear filled eyes rise back to mine, “I have no right to love you as much as I do. But, goddamn Tate. I do. I love you so much that it hurts. My heart is deliberately being torn from my chest, leaving a void that on one will ever be able to fill, no matter how far away I am. You have to believe that. Please believe that.”
The lyrics in this book are heart breaking, at the beginning of each chapter you either have an entry from Tatum’s journal or Lyrics from Noah’s journal, these were emotional at times and after reading them you knew what laid in front of you in that chapter. They made the book for me.
These two are extremely good for each other, but we are swinging from a hate relationship to a like then love. It is a full circle for these two. But once they get to know one another it soon becomes apparent that they were made for each other. Two broken souls who need to learn to love themselves before loving each other. They are fiercely protective of one another, they can be themselves together, they are two halves of a whole but is it their time now? Can two broken people survive as one or do they need to wait until they are both healed?
Loved this story. Such a great journey for these two, beautifully written, extremely emotional but captivating. I couldn’t put it down. There is humour in here too, so you will laugh as much as you cry but it is a beautifully balanced book that will have you soul searching.
We also get glimpses of Blake and Alex and their children. Trace, Tatum’s big brother has a story to tell, I am sure! Harlow, was an amazing character in this book, she was strong and solid and was the sensible one. She was extremely motherly bless her.
I can’t wait to read more from this series, love the writing, love the characters just love this series. Fab job LB Simmons once again!
Excerpt
“You’re a worthless excuse for a daughter. I wish I never had you.”
Frantically, my eyes dart around the room for her. She’s here. I know it. I can smell the stench of alcohol in the air. Whipping around, I search for any trace of her, my entire body shaking and the knot in my throat unbearable. Tears fill my eyes as they anxiously race around the kitchen, finally landing on the cabinet where she used to store her liquor.
Memories flood my mind, the immobilizing terror that I would feel every time she approached it. The prayers I would send to no one in particular, just hoping that she wouldn’t open that fucking cabinet for just one night. Prayers that fell on deaf ears.
Slowly I make my way to the white doors, crouching down in front of them.
“You killed him and I will make damn sure you spend the rest of your life paying for that. I’ll never again know true happiness because you fucking exist.”
Shaking my head to try to clear her voice from my mind, I set my trembling fingers on the silver knobs and yank the doors open. Nothing. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I close them. Rising, I turn to take a step towards the sink when another memory strikes. “Mama, don’t please.” I cry out loud as she approaches me with the scissors. “I have to, Tatum. Your beauty does not match the vile, revolting child that you really are on the inside. Everyone should see you for who you are.” I try to run, but she grabs my long dark hair as I pass by her, swiping the blades so close to my neck that I can feel the cool metal against my skin. Laughing she chunks my tresses into the sink. “You’re an ugly person, Tatum. Inside…and out, now.” “God, Daddy. Please help me,” I say out loud, lifting my shaking hands to my forehead, threading sections of hair through my fingers. “Please, Daddy, I need you.” After a while, calmness spreads throughout my body. I’m no longer shaking, but the voices are still there. Turning the faucet on, I splash water on my face repeatedly, trying to drown out them out along with the memories. After wiping my face dry with a dishtowel, I hear the crackling of gravel as Noah’s Jeep pulls up into the driveway. Breathing in deeply, I try to regain my composure as I walk to the door, straightening my shirt and running my fingers through my hair before I reach for the knob. Hearing steps in front of the house, I barely crack the door and poke my head out to make sure it’s really him. With all the crazy shit going on in this house I can’t be too sure. But, much to my relief, there he is, standing on my porch in his classic white t-shirt, work jeans and boots, his fist raised about to knock. And just like that, the voices are gone and my head is clear. I release a comforted breath and feel the corners of my mouth slightly lift at the sight of him. “What are you smiling at?” Noah asks, seemingly nervous. Opening the door wider, I gesture for him to enter my house of horrors. The sight of his disheveled hair makes me grin even more. “Your hair, it’s nice to see it like that. I don’t know why, but it makes me smile.” I clear my throat. His nerves must be contagious, because suddenly I feel that hummingbird feeling in my chest. With him now inside, I close the door and head towards the kitchen, checking over my shoulder to make sure he’s following me. “Want something to eat?” Once I see he’s fallen into step, I turn back around and round the corner, making sure to avoid looking at the sink. The memory still lingering on the hinges of my mind, I try to push it as far away as I can. “I don’t have much, but I did manage to make it to the store over the weekend.” “No, I’m good, Thanks, though.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks onto the balls of his feet. Thinking about our last night together, I feel the frustration mounting within myself. I should kick my own ass for kissing him. Everything seems so edgy between us now and I hate it. Running my fingers through my hair, I twist it at the nape of my neck and bring it over my shoulder. “Well, what’s up? What couldn’t wait until tonight?” His eyes widen.“Tonight? What’s tonight?” “I picked up Sadie’s shift.” He grinds his teeth together as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “I told you to take the entire week off, Tate. You don’t need to work right now. You need to concentrate on healing.” I know. “No, I don’t. I’m sick and tired of being cooped up in this depressing house. I need to get out, to stay busy. I feel like I’m losing it, honestly.” My hands are still trembling and I’m not sure if it’s the sudden anxiety from being around Noah or the fact that I’m losing my mind. His eyes break from mine and land on them as they continue to shake like a leaf. Pressing himself off the wall, he takes a small, timid step towards me. I want to tell him to stop. To stay where he is.To tell him to leave this house and forget about me. That I could ruin his perfect life by just being near him. But I don’t. I let him continue taking those steps until he’s right in front of me and even breathe out a sigh of contentment when he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his frame. The tears fall as he lightly traces my back with his fingers, and with each touch, my uneasiness lessens. I know it’s selfish, but I would give anything to stay in this moment forever. Circling my arms around his waist, I press my forehead against his chest and watch the droplets as they plummet from my face towards his boots, dark spots forming as they strike. After a couple of seconds, I replace my forehead with my chin, daring to look into his muddy brown eyes, full of their usual intensity as he studies me, peering into my soul. In them, I find complete solace and protection, and the sudden desire to share things with him that I swore I’d never share with another living person. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Noah. I feel like I’m going fucking crazy. Ever since Friday, I can’t stop them. The voices. My mother’s leading their charge to my insanity.” My throat closes almost completely shut. “I hate this house. I hate being here, alone. So many memories…” I trail off, my strength fading, no longer able to keep from bawling. I close my eyes as the warm moisture cascades down my cheeks and runs down my neck. Unwrapping his arms, he moves his hands to my face, wiping the tears away, but it’s useless. They’re replaced instantly. “Tate, open your eyes. Look at me, baby.” I keep them closed, not ready to face the wary expression in front of me. “Let me in, Tate. Open your eyes.” The heartache in his tone and the tremble of his voice prompts me to open them immediately. As soon as our eyes catch, a breath hitches in my throat. His eyes shining, he gently wraps his fingers around my shoulders, pressing his thumbs softly into my flesh as he speaks. “You’re not alone. I’m right here.” A slight smile of relief breaks through the tears on my face. I watch his mouth tip up in response. “Now, tell the voices to shut the fuck up because it’s my turn.”
Shaking my head to try to clear her voice from my mind, I set my trembling fingers on the silver knobs and yank the doors open. Nothing. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I close them. Rising, I turn to take a step towards the sink when another memory strikes. “Mama, don’t please.” I cry out loud as she approaches me with the scissors. “I have to, Tatum. Your beauty does not match the vile, revolting child that you really are on the inside. Everyone should see you for who you are.” I try to run, but she grabs my long dark hair as I pass by her, swiping the blades so close to my neck that I can feel the cool metal against my skin. Laughing she chunks my tresses into the sink. “You’re an ugly person, Tatum. Inside…and out, now.” “God, Daddy. Please help me,” I say out loud, lifting my shaking hands to my forehead, threading sections of hair through my fingers. “Please, Daddy, I need you.” After a while, calmness spreads throughout my body. I’m no longer shaking, but the voices are still there. Turning the faucet on, I splash water on my face repeatedly, trying to drown out them out along with the memories. After wiping my face dry with a dishtowel, I hear the crackling of gravel as Noah’s Jeep pulls up into the driveway. Breathing in deeply, I try to regain my composure as I walk to the door, straightening my shirt and running my fingers through my hair before I reach for the knob. Hearing steps in front of the house, I barely crack the door and poke my head out to make sure it’s really him. With all the crazy shit going on in this house I can’t be too sure. But, much to my relief, there he is, standing on my porch in his classic white t-shirt, work jeans and boots, his fist raised about to knock. And just like that, the voices are gone and my head is clear. I release a comforted breath and feel the corners of my mouth slightly lift at the sight of him. “What are you smiling at?” Noah asks, seemingly nervous. Opening the door wider, I gesture for him to enter my house of horrors. The sight of his disheveled hair makes me grin even more. “Your hair, it’s nice to see it like that. I don’t know why, but it makes me smile.” I clear my throat. His nerves must be contagious, because suddenly I feel that hummingbird feeling in my chest. With him now inside, I close the door and head towards the kitchen, checking over my shoulder to make sure he’s following me. “Want something to eat?” Once I see he’s fallen into step, I turn back around and round the corner, making sure to avoid looking at the sink. The memory still lingering on the hinges of my mind, I try to push it as far away as I can. “I don’t have much, but I did manage to make it to the store over the weekend.” “No, I’m good, Thanks, though.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks onto the balls of his feet. Thinking about our last night together, I feel the frustration mounting within myself. I should kick my own ass for kissing him. Everything seems so edgy between us now and I hate it. Running my fingers through my hair, I twist it at the nape of my neck and bring it over my shoulder. “Well, what’s up? What couldn’t wait until tonight?” His eyes widen.“Tonight? What’s tonight?” “I picked up Sadie’s shift.” He grinds his teeth together as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “I told you to take the entire week off, Tate. You don’t need to work right now. You need to concentrate on healing.” I know. “No, I don’t. I’m sick and tired of being cooped up in this depressing house. I need to get out, to stay busy. I feel like I’m losing it, honestly.” My hands are still trembling and I’m not sure if it’s the sudden anxiety from being around Noah or the fact that I’m losing my mind. His eyes break from mine and land on them as they continue to shake like a leaf. Pressing himself off the wall, he takes a small, timid step towards me. I want to tell him to stop. To stay where he is.To tell him to leave this house and forget about me. That I could ruin his perfect life by just being near him. But I don’t. I let him continue taking those steps until he’s right in front of me and even breathe out a sigh of contentment when he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his frame. The tears fall as he lightly traces my back with his fingers, and with each touch, my uneasiness lessens. I know it’s selfish, but I would give anything to stay in this moment forever. Circling my arms around his waist, I press my forehead against his chest and watch the droplets as they plummet from my face towards his boots, dark spots forming as they strike. After a couple of seconds, I replace my forehead with my chin, daring to look into his muddy brown eyes, full of their usual intensity as he studies me, peering into my soul. In them, I find complete solace and protection, and the sudden desire to share things with him that I swore I’d never share with another living person. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Noah. I feel like I’m going fucking crazy. Ever since Friday, I can’t stop them. The voices. My mother’s leading their charge to my insanity.” My throat closes almost completely shut. “I hate this house. I hate being here, alone. So many memories…” I trail off, my strength fading, no longer able to keep from bawling. I close my eyes as the warm moisture cascades down my cheeks and runs down my neck. Unwrapping his arms, he moves his hands to my face, wiping the tears away, but it’s useless. They’re replaced instantly. “Tate, open your eyes. Look at me, baby.” I keep them closed, not ready to face the wary expression in front of me. “Let me in, Tate. Open your eyes.” The heartache in his tone and the tremble of his voice prompts me to open them immediately. As soon as our eyes catch, a breath hitches in my throat. His eyes shining, he gently wraps his fingers around my shoulders, pressing his thumbs softly into my flesh as he speaks. “You’re not alone. I’m right here.” A slight smile of relief breaks through the tears on my face. I watch his mouth tip up in response. “Now, tell the voices to shut the fuck up because it’s my turn.”
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Running on Empty (Book #1)
I had the perfect life.
Beautiful and loving husband.Three gorgeous little girls.
Successful career.
The only thing missing was the white picket fence. I really wanted that fence.
Three years ago, I lost that life. I lost my husband. And I lost myself. But, eventually, I found my way through the darkness. I’ve made peace with my new life. I have my girls, and that’s all that matters. They are my world. I have no illusions of ever falling in love again or getting whisked away on a white horse.
But then he came back into my life. On a freakin’ motorcycle.
There’s no way I’ll let him turn my life completely upside down.Absolutely no way.
The question is…
How long can I keep pretending that I’m happy with my life being right-side up?
Recovery - a Novella (Book #1.5)
I have the perfect life.
I’ve finally found my happy ending.
I fought through the loss of one husband, lucky enough to be given a second chance at a lifetime of happiness. Settling into our new lives, however, may not be as easy as it seems.
What really happens after the fairytale ending? What happens after the prince rescues the princess? After he sweeps her off her feet and carries her off into the sunset? Do they truly live happily ever after?
Well…
This is our story.
About the Author
L.B. Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and holds a degree in Biomedical Science. She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years. She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.
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