Juliet McKenzie was an innocent eighteen-year old when she spent the summer in Cedar Cove—and fell head over heels in love with Emerson. Complicated, intense Emerson, the local bad boy. His blue eyes hid dark secrets, and just one touch could set Juliet ablaze. Their love was demanding and all-consuming, but when summer ended, tragedy tore them apart. Juliet swore she’d never go back, and she’s kept that promise… Until now.
Four years later, Juliet’s done her best to rebuild the wreckage of her shattered life. She’s got a great boyfriend, and a steady job planned after she graduates. Returning to Cedar Cove to pack up her family’s beach house to prepare it for sale, Juliet is determined that nothing will stand in the way of her future. But one look from Emerson, and all her old desire comes flooding back. He let her go once, but this time, he’s not giving up without a fight. And Emerson fights dirty.
A heartbreaking history. An unstoppable passion. Torn between her past and future, Juliet struggles to separate love from desire. But will they find a way to overcome their tragic secrets—together? And after so much damage has been done, can a love remain unbroken?
What I got: Not that
SO basically I can’t decide if I need to bash Emerson’s face in or just ruffle his hair. Juliet seemed so…desperate. It was really kinda pathetic. I honestly don’t know why I’m being nice and giving it 3 stars. It has such amazing ratings. Disappointed to say the least.
To be honest my favorite part was the prologue. The whole hurricane/summer breeze thing was beautiful and special and amazing. Buuuuut it gave me false hope about how amazing this book would be (it really wasn’t)
Okay. Emerson is supposed to be this drop dead sexy guy with a gorgeous body, right? So why is the supposed Emerson on the cover kinda wimpy looking? Or is it just me? I dunno anymore. He doesn’t have decent abs or arms. Sad Face Two bad books in a row is just too many for poor Jackie….
Other than the prologue, I didn’t like it.
BELOW IS A QUOTE FROM THE PROLOGUE. SEE? FALSE HOPE.
“You see a hurricane coming, you run.” My mom told me, the summer I turned eighteen.
“You shut the doors, and you bar the windows. Because come morning, there’ll be nothing but the wreckage left behind.”
Emerson Ray was my hurricane. ”