... but at least I finished it.
Justice Lonesome has enjoyed a life of bounty.
Even so, she’s inherited the curse of the Lonesome. A poet’s soul. Which means she’s still searching for something. Searching for peace. Searching for the less…that’s more.
And when the foundation of her life is pulled out from under her, grieving, she goes to the mountains to find her oasis. She hits Carnal, Colorado and decides to stay.
Deke Hightower lost everything at the age of two. He lost it again at fifteen. His life has not been about bounty. It’s been about learning to live with less, because there’s no way to get more.
Deke’s also watched all his friends go down to the women who gave them what they needed. He wants that for himself. But he knows that search isn’t going to be easy because he’s a rider. His home is the road. That’s the only place he can breathe. And the woman who takes her place at his side has to do it sitting on the back of his bike.
When Deke meets Justice, he knows she’s not that woman. She’s cute. She’s sweet. And she’s into him, but she’s got it all and Deke knows he won’t fit into that. So he holds her at arm’s length. Establishes boundaries. And Justice will take it because she wants Deke any way he’ll let her have him.
But when Justice finds herself a pawn in a dangerous game, Deke makes a decision.
When he does, he has no idea he’s just opened himself up to bounty.
Sounds good in theory, right?
I've been searching for a KA gem, like Creed, Deacon, Walk through Fire... books that stay in my top 20 reads no matter how many books come after them. This isn't that.
Yeah, I felt the bleed.
I sipped my Jack and Coke and then did the only thing I knew how to do to staunch the flow when it all got too much.
Seriously, I thought we were discussing periods. We weren't... we were talking about feelings.
He might have won it but I got the last laugh because I liked that movie too so I didn't mind losing (and I knew before I even suggested it (something I didn't hesitate to do anyway) that I wouldn't get Deke to watch Ben Stiller's version of The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, or at least not without more energy for the flight and some buildup of bargaining power).
That's one sentence. One sentence with parentheses inside more parentheses. At this point I thought KA was actually taking the piss out of her readers, by accepting money for this book. Or that it was a prank I wasn't in on. Further research tells me it's not.
My stomach sank, and not for the first time I cursed the poet's soul my father gave to me because this didn't feel like that guy who you were attracted to not being attracted to you.
"Honestly, with that brother of yours the way he was, I would have considered entering the mindfuck that was trying to get his head straight about two seconds before he made his bed and jumped in. Another fourteen million to keep me flush until I died, that brother of yours, no skin off my nose."
"Thing that's sure was what freaked your girl Lacey's old man, Anton Rojas, when you knew him, had a very illegal business."
... all add up to this...
As much as I'm looking for my next KA masterpiece, I can't continue to spend money on books that by any standard, aren't even in fucking English.