Let It Go by Mercy Celeste
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M_M, Dark, Romance
When alcohol and fierce tempers land two cowboys from the rodeo circuit under house arrest, it may be time to Let It Go. Can hidden secrets and a common enemy hold the key to happiness or... will they destroy them both? Creed was the main focus of Eli’s fierce temper. For ten years the two men left a trail of destruction in their wake, with rodeo, beer, and fists all they had in common. Until a judge had enough and sentenced them to house arrest—in the same house. They’d either learn to get along or they’d kill each other. Trapped on Eli’s rundown Florida ranch, Creed discovers Eli’s secret, one that he shares. But he didn’t count on Eli learning all of his secrets, especially the one that would shatter their newfound truce. Scarred to his bones, Eli avoided relationships like the plague. Yet something about the quiet Creed had always pushed his buttons. Falling in love with him was never part of Eli’s plan. When it happens he’s unprepared and out of his league. When a shared enemy comes calling Eli can only think of keeping Creed safe. He never dreamed that their lives were linked or that Creed’s former life could destroy them both. Will love be enough to save them? Previously published. Warning:Story of abuse, mental, physical, as well as sexual. Scenes of extreme violence.
5 out of 5 (exceptional)
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Faced with yet another court appearance for fighting each other Eli and Creed are thrown together, to "either kill each other or settle it" the Judge says! Confined to house arrest for an undetermined amount of time, Eli and Creed actually talk, for the first time in ten years, and when attraction rather than fighting becomes the norm, things come to a head. BUT when secrets are revealed, can either man survive their telling? I was recommended this book, in a Facebook group, and after wishlisting, I caved and bought it, because it has some amazing reviews. THIS book deserves every single one of those 5 star reviews, I tell ya, every one! I cant say much about the story, for fear of giving it away, so I'll just rant and rave about the writing. This is the first I've read of this author, and it certainly will not be the last. I already have several wishlisted for later purchasing, or sooner, depending on pennies, but you know what I mean. The coming together of Eli and Creed sort of creeps up on you, one minute they are fighting, the next..well you get the picture, but from that moment on, its game on. When the past starts to unravel itself within the story, oh.my.days. I did not see some of that coming, I really didn't. The way Celeste writes...WOW! Its painful to read, not becuase of the way its written, no ma'am, becuase of the subject matter, and the pain that both men have to deal with on a day to day basis is off the charts, but comes across in a way that made you feel for them, especially when the whole horror of what they suffered comes to light. I started this book at 10pm, with a view to read a cople of chapters befoe sleep, at 1.30am, I put it down, finished. Could not stop, I needed to get to the end, to make sure they turned out okay, to make sure the cause of their individual and collective pain gets it. And that last paragraph?? loved it, was just the ending it needed :-) 5 stars, but would love to give more.
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* A copy of this book was provided to me with no requirements for a review. I voluntarily read this book, and the comments here are my honest opinion. *
Mercy Celeste is the pen name and superhero persona of mild-mannered MJ Colbert....which is bull, I'm not mild mannered. I was, in fact, raised in a barn--or several. We even had grain silos. My motto growing up, anything a boy can do, I'm right behind him doing it just as well or better. I've broken too many bones to begin to count. Scraped, skinned or scarred pretty much everything that can be scraped, skinned or scarred. How I'm still walking and talking is a miracle.
So about the writing, well, I don't really consider myself to be a writer. I'm a storyteller, and when I have a story to tell, it won't rest until it's twisted me up and purged itself. The result is at times comical or tragic, depending on the people who live in my head and what they have to say. Most days that's not a lot of anything. Others I can't shut them up. They especially love when I'm driving, oh, yeah, a drive across town is a lesson in how not to get myself killed or be pulled over for reckless driving. And those are the good days.
Welcome to my crazy world, if it's boring now, wait five minutes, and don't blink. Things have a tendency to get interesting around me.