Ruin You Completely from Becca the Bibliophile on Vimeo.
Synopsis
I met Mathias Sloan in a club.
Truth.
I told him I was twenty-four.
Lie.
I told him my name was Olivia.
Lie.
I thought that I would have a one-night stand and be done with him.
Truth.
I didn’t know that he was my new piano instructor for the next six months…
Truth.
We would come together and fall apart. After him, every man was ruined.
Truth.
If I knew what I know now, I wouldn’t have walked to him. I would’ve turned and run…
LIE.
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MRS KEBAB'S REVIEW
I enjoyed this book but it didn't rivet me to my chair.
The book isn't filled with drama, some angst but is a good old fashioned love story.
the book is set in Germany but obviously written in english with some german words / phrases and you can usually guess the meaning from the sentence they are in.
Katja is a piano player an her grandfather asks Mathias to be her piano tutor so Mathias travels to Germany to be her tutor for 6 months what happens on Mathias first night before he is introduced to Katja confuses the student teacher boundaries and sets the tone for the rest of the book.
FOUR STARS
GIVEAWAY
GIVEAWAY
The author is giving away:
- A signed series set of The Sloan Brothers including Every Which Way, Breaking the Wrong and Ruin You Completely AND a signed copy of Unravel
- A $25 Amazon Gift Card
EXCERPT
Our flight was at eleven. I glanced at my watch. 8 AM. We should be in the car and on our way to the airport by now, but I couldn’t seem to move.
I was just hurting myself. Hope was for fools. The smart people in the world accepted that and moved on. And the fools, the ones like me, would never understand. No matter how much pain was tossed their way.
Finally, after a few minutes, I gave up. I adjusted the strap of my purse and walked toward the front doors.
Then I saw him.
He stopped in his tracks. So did I.
He was a disaster and there was no other way to put it. His hair was pointing up in crazy directions. I could picture him repeatedly dragging his fingers through it. He was still in yesterday’s clothes. His shirt was unevenly buttoned, as if he had jumped out of bed and grabbed the first thing he saw.
It soothed me, just a little, that he was suffering as much as I was.
He walked toward me, looking like a man on a mission, and didn’t stop until he was directly in front of me. Standing this close I saw that his eyes were bloodshot and a day’s worth of stubble was growing in.
“I thought you’d be gone,” he said.
I gestured to the limo waiting outside. “I’m leaving right now.”
His shoulders sagged and he closed his eyes. I’d never seen him look so defeated. “I’m sorry about last night. I fucked up.”
“I’m sorry, too.”
He stared at me imploringly, almost like he wanted to say something else but couldn’t get the words to form on his tongue.
“Stay,” he said.
We stayed apart, but he might as well have been touching me.
“I can’t, Mathias,” I whispered brokenly.
“Katja, I will give you anything, I mean, anything, in this world just to keep you.”
“Anything?”
He nodded.
“Give me your heart.”
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