The right words can save your life.

For fans of Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult… A soldier

falls in love with his battle buddy’s sister through their

letters and returns home from Afghanistan with a secret

that could destroy their fragile relationship. Don’t miss

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Christina’s 5 Heartbreakingly Incredible Blush Review

I’m finding it difficult to put into words how much I loved this book because it was so utterly heartbreaking. It’s going to take me a while to recover from this one, but that’s not always a bad thing because it means the author did her job; she made me FEEL. You’ve probably been hearing a lot of buzz about this book and rightly so. It’s superbly written. Alternating between letters written while at war and present day, The Last Letter takes us on an emotional journey that ends in a devastating and unfathomable way. This book isn’t for everyone and ordinarily, it wouldn’t be for me. But I read it anyway and I’m so glad that I did.

Rebecca Yarros is a new to me author. What I think she does extremely well in The Last Letter is play on the reader’s emotions in the best way possible. Literally, one minute I was swooning so hard and the next I was blinking away tears as another piece of my heart broke away. Yarros is an amazing (and gutsy) storyteller. I would read another book by her in an instant.

I want to touch on the characters briefly but I don’t want to give anything away so I’m keeping it as vague as I can. Beckett is our military hero who has witnessed life-changing horror while away at war. Through letters, he falls in love with our heroine Ella before he even meets her. How amazing is that?! Ella is a very young but STRONG female lead. What this woman endures is unthinkable. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. But when Beckett finds her and they begin their journey together, the result is a mixture of swoony, toe-tingling, smiling like a loon romance, protective alpha male instincts, and yes- Heartbreak. Beckett has soared to the top of my all-time favorite hero list. He’s incredible. You’ll fall so head over heels for this guy you won’t know what hit you. Just be prepared. You’ll need tissues, maybe some wine, and definitely some recovery time.

 

Sandy’s 5 I LOVED THIS BOOK Blush Review

Beckett Gentry and Ryan MacKenzie are best friends. Soldiers in an elite military troop where even their location is secret. Mac (Ryan) introduces his sister, Ella, to Chaos (Beckett) through a pen pal relationship. The letters open something in each of their hearts and start to take on importance neither one of them could have imagined. Then Mac dies and his last letter is to Chaos asking him to take care of Ella. She needs him – something is going on and Ella will need someone to lean on. Except that Ella thinks Chaos died during that same mission. How the hell is he going to explain showing up on her doorstep?!

The letters….you will laugh, cry and you will swoon as we take this journey with them. It would be too simple to say this is a love story. Or that this is a story of a haunted soldier. Or of a single mom. It is all of those things and so much more. It’s also about friendship, about blood not being the only thing that makes you family and how the human spirit is an indomitable thing.

The Last Letter will take you from the heights of happiness to the depths of despair and everything in between. It broke me down and then put me back together again in a way that I could not describe to you. There are no words that would do the beauty of Rebecca Yarros’ writing justice.

Long after I turned the last page, I thought about Beckett and Ella. I promise so will you.

Louisa’s 5 Heartbreakingly Beautiful Blush Review

I am not sure about what I feel about this book. The writing is beautiful. The story at times tragic and other times so healing. I am at a loss for words. My heart was beating fast but also broken at the same time. This is not a bad review at all…it’s just that I am not sure how I feel. At times this was a 5-star read and other times I wanted to DNF. But these emotions are what we want from books, from the beautiful words that Rebecca Yarros wrote- evoked such a myriad of emotions. But honestly some of these emotions I never want to feel again.

This book may be have put me out of my comfort zone but that is often what I want from a book, not just a story but an experience that lasts even after the last page, even after I have turned my kindle off and it’s been hours since I finished.  This book was THAT book for me.  Beware, there are some really hard moments to read (through your tears and heartbreak) but moments later, Rebecca Yarros pieces your heart back together and mends it once again.

The characters in this book will make you smile and cry and maybe a few swoony moments snuck in (no maybe about it) – Beckett is just a man every woman dreams of to have at her side.

 

About THE LAST LETTER:

Beckett,

If you’re reading this, well, you know the “last-letter” drill. You made it. I didn’t. Get off the guilt train, because I know if there were any chance you could have saved me, you would have.

I need one thing from you: Get out of the army and get to Telluride.

My little sister Ella’s raising the twins alone. She’s too independent and won’t accept help easily, but she has lost our grandmother, our parents, and now me. It’s too much for anyone to endure. It’s not fair.

And here’s the kicker: there’s something else you don’t know that’s tearing her family apart. She’s going to need help.

So if I’m gone, that means I can’t be there for Ella. I can’t help them through this. But you can. So I’m begging you, as my best friend, go take care of my sister, my family.

Please don’t make her go through it alone.

Ryan

 

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Excerpt:

“Ella.” It was a plea to speak, to not speak. Hell, I didn’t know anymore.

“You don’t see me like that. I totally get it.” She reached for the TV remote.

“How exactly do I see you? Please, enlighten me.” I leaned forward, stealing the remote. She’d opened this box and had better well dish it.

She huffed in annoyance. “You see me as a mom. As Colt and Maisie’s mom. And of course you do, because that’s what I am. A mom with two kids.”

“Well, yeah,” I said. Her motherhood—that selfless devotion she had to her kids—was one of her most attractive attributes.

She rolled her eyes with a little sigh, and the metaphorical light bulb went off in my head.

“You don’t think I want you.”

She shot me a look that confirmed my guess and blushed the same crimson of her couch. “You know, you’re right. It’s late.” She faked a yawn. “Suuuuuuper late.”

“I want you.” Damn, it felt so good to say the words.

“Yeah, okay.” She gave me a goofy look and a thumbs-up. “Please don’t make me feel any more idiotic than I do right now.”

Yeah, enough of this bullshit.

I pounced in one smooth motion, taking her back to the couch, sliding over her as I gathered her wrists in one hand above her head and settled between her open thighs.

Home.

“Holy shit, you move fast.” There was no fear or rejection in her eyes, just surprise.

“Not in every arena,” I promised.

Her lips parted.

“Ella. I want you.”

“Beckett…you don’t have to.”

Yeah, that soft little sigh she did was going to be my undoing.

I let go of her wrists, letting my fingers trail down her arm until I had one hand weaving my fingers into the hair at the base of her scalp and the other at the curve in her waist.

“Feel this?” Then I slid forward, letting my dick stroke along the seam in her pajama pants hard enough for her to gasp at the contact. I couldn’t remember ever wanting to shred a piece of fabric so much in my life. “I’ve never wanted a woman as much as I want you.”

I moved again, and her eyes slid shut as she let loose the sweetest moan.

My dick throbbed, knowing everything I’d fantasized about for the better part of the last eight months was one decision away.

“Beckett.” Her hands found my biceps, her nails digging in.

“Don’t ever think that I don’t want you, because if things were different, I would have already been inside you. I would know exactly how you feel, and what you sound like, look like, when you come. I’ve thought about it at least a hundred different ways, and believe me, I’ve got a great imagination.”

She rocked her hips against me, and I locked my jaw to keep from giving her exactly what her body was asking for. “Ella, you have to stop.”

“Why?” she asked, her lips dangerously close to mine. “What do you mean if things were different?” Her eyes flew wide. “Is this because I have kids?”

“What? No. Of course not. It’s because you’re Ryan’s little sister.” Before I could do any more damage, I got the hell off her and sat back on my side of the couch.

“Because…I’m Ryan’s little sister,” she repeated, scooting so she sat upright, facing me. “And you think he’d, what? Haunt you?”

Three things: The letter. The cancer. The lie.

I repeated those in my head until I was certain I could look at her and not drag her back under me.

“Beckett?”

“When I was growing up, if I wanted something, I took it. Immediately. I had sex at fourteen with a girl in my foster home of the moment. I opened Christmas presents early if I was lucky enough to get one, and it was usually from my social worker or some charity.”

“I don’t understand.” She wrapped her arms around her knees again.

“I took it immediately because I knew if I didn’t, chances were I wouldn’t get it. It was a now-or-never kind of thing—there weren’t second chances.”

“Okay.”

“I can’t touch you, can’t talk about it, because I’m afraid I’ll act on it.”

“And why does that matter if I want you to?”

“Because I won’t get a second chance. And I’m crap with people, with relationships. I’ve never had one that lasted more than a month. Never loved a woman I’ve slept with. And chances are I’d do something to screw this up, because it’s not just my dick that wants you, Ella.”

That O popped right back onto her face, and I closed my eyes to keep from lunging across the distance and kissing her. Knowing she’d let me—that she wanted it—sent my need from a bullet to a nuclear missile.

“And when I’d screw it up, because it would happen, trust me, it would hurt Colt and Maisie, too. You’d be on your own again, because there’s no chance you’d let me hang around and help you out like Ryan asked.”

“And there it is.”

“There it is. You’re Ryan’s little sister.”

“There were only five years between us. Not so little, you know.” She reached for the remote.

“I’m well aware.”

“So if Ryan were still alive…” She shot one last look at me.

I let everything slip for a millisecond, letting her see it all in my eyes, how badly I wanted her, and not just for her body. “Everything would be different.”

“Everything?”

“Everything but the way I feel about you, which he probably would have killed me for. Where does that leave us?”

“You mean besides me being a dried-up spinster and you being honor-bound to a ghost?”

“Something like that.”

She rolled her head along the back of the couch, muttering something that sounded like a curse word under her breath. Then she sat up straight and powered on the TV with a click of her thumb. “That leaves us choosing a movie on demand. Because I’m not letting you walk out that door right now.”

“You’re not?”

“Nope. You walk out now, you might get all weird about this and not come back. Honor is a fabulous thing, but sometimes pride can be a lot stronger, especially when you convince yourself it’s for the good of the other person.”

Damn, the woman knew me.

“So movie it is,” I agreed. “Just…stay on your side of the couch.”

“I wasn’t the one who crossed the center line,” she teased with a smile that got me hard all over again.

Movie chosen, we sat and watched, both of us stealing sideways glances. There was that saying…the horse out of the barn. Yeah, the horse was out of the barn, and it wasn’t going back in. Not no way. Not no how.

That horse was running amok and screwing with my carefully constructed control.

But I didn’t complain when she moved over. Or when she pressed against my side. Nope. I lifted my arm and savored the feel of her curves, her trust. Still didn’t complain when she lay down in my arms. Hell no, I held on and memorized every second.

 

 

“This story gripped me from start to finish. The Last Letter is poignant, heartfelt and utterly consuming. I loved it!” – Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author

 

“Hands down, the best book I’ve read all year.” – Fic Wishes

 

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