Title: Learning To Forgive(Learning, #3)
Author: R.D. Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 5, 2014
This isn't your Typical Everyday fairytale.
This story isn't sweet or sugary.
It's Raw and Dark
It's Rough and Dangerous
And It's Definitely not for kids under 17 years of age.
So turn back now if you're not ready for Lyric and Blaire's story. Because shit just got Real.
“I’ve learned a lot this past year, but there are two things I’ll never forget: one, People aren’t what they seem, and two, I fucking hate liars.” –Blaire
Blaire Morgan was a quiet, grief stricken girl when she left Mobile, Alabama, a year ago after her brother’s unexpected death. She returns a year later with fresh wounds from another betrayal, and she’s not the same person. A woman letting her tortured past rule her life, her “take no shit” attitude is catching the attention of everyone that crosses her path, including the bad boy front man of Lyrical Obsessions—the new band that plays at Jay Jay’s. When she learns he has something she wants, she plans on doing whatever it takes to get it.
What is a demon? An evil spirit possessing a person, acting as a tormentor in Hell?
Lyric “The Demon” Devereux is that tormentor and Hell is any place he sees fit, either in the fighting ring or on the streets. He killed his first person at seventeen years old, and that list has grown over the years—as well as his list of enemies—but his biggest enemy is himself and he doesn’t know how to win that battle.
When Blaire comes into town like wildfire and turns heads, Lyric’s temper emerges—uninvited and unexpected. His plan to stay at a distance for her safety, and his sanity, changes when she continuously shows up with her defiance and seductive pull. He now has no choice but to face his past that could possibly destroy the both of them.
Tempers will detonate. Lust will consume. Truth will destroy. But will love forgive?
I walk in, but leave the door open. My eyes stay on her as I approach. I see fear at first, but she pushes it away and replaces it with that stubborn trait I’m learning she has. She crosses her arms and looks up when I’m close, refusing to move. “Last night, you asked me for something. Remember?” “To go to hell?” I smirk because this game we play is a fucking thrill for me. “Oh, honey. I’ve already been to hell.” I stand in front of her an inch away expecting her to cower, but she doesn’t. Should I make this soft and gentle like before or should I make it punishing for possibly being a part of Polesky’s team? I roll my neck and let it pop in several places before I swiftly grab her by the waist and pull her tight body to me. Her breath hitches and she freezes, but not in fear. In anticipation. It’s written all over her face. My other hand grabs her by the nape of her neck, and I feel the softness of her bright, red hair between my fingers. “You asked for this.” Then I lower my lips to hers. I want it to be punishing, to show her how much of an asshole I am, but I can’t. I have a deep feeling she needs the exact opposite. Nipping her bottom lip, I taste her cherry lip-gloss while I massage the tension in her neck. She exhales softly and tentatively opens her mouth. My tongue dives into the moist warmth between her lips, and I savor every fucking millisecond I’m there. I don’t know when or if I’ll be able to kiss her again. Timidly her tongue starts to move against mine before her hands reach up to grab my shoulders. I feel her nails bite into my skin through the fabric of my t-shirt, but it feels fucking amazing. After this, I stop moving and let her take control. Let her feel me like I said she would last night. Let her savor every touch, every feeling I arouse in her. But in all honesty, I’m feeling her. I know without a doubt that this kiss is one I’ll never forget. The hand on her waist slowly traces up her ribs, over her exposed collarbone, and across her erratic pulse. When both hands are cupping her cheeks, I once again take over the kiss that is on its way to becoming feverish. She moans, and a growl forms in my chest. She swallows it just as her hands grab at the nape of my neck to hold me close. Feeling my dick become stone hard against her stomach, I pull away. We stand there, breathing hard enough to fan one another’s face, while my hands remain cupping her flushed cheeks. Then I let go of her, turn around, and walk out the front door knowing, without a doubt, I’m in deep shit.
How can I help protect her from her demons when I’m a demon myself?
*****5 Broken, Beaten & Damaged Stars*****
~this review may contain minor spoilers~
When I do kiss you again, and it will happen, I want you to remember every fucking detail. Every caress of my tongue as it slides in. Every scrape of my teeth on that sexy, plump bottom lip of yours. And everything you feel inside as I do it.” He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and a moan escapes on my next breath. “Because after that, I want to be all you fucking think about. Understand?”
That. Was. Brutal. But such a rush. This was definitely the darkest book in the series so far, that's not to say the first two books were light and fluffy, not by a long shot, but this one certainly takes it to the next level.. and then some. The little glimpse you get of Blaire at the end of book two was just a warm up for what lies ahead; it's is not pretty, it will be painful, but in the end it's worth the trip.
Lyric? What kinda fucked up name is that? It repeats in my head and my heartbeat picks up with every syllable. I glance at him for one second to see his penetrating eyes burn me alive. Eyes that are malicious and beautiful at the same time. Murky gray-blue encircled by dark lashes and appear to see every part of my anatomy as they continue their evaluation. I feel naked and vulnerable while they calculate every beat my heart makes as well as the movement of my blood in each vein.
When Blaire left town after the death of her twin brother Benji, she was devastated and heartsick. Now it's a year later and she's returned, after life has handed her yet another betrayal, and she is no longer the sweet, mousy girl everyone once knew. She has a major chip on her shoulder, she wears bitch like a second skin, she hates the world and everyone in it and has no problem showing it on her face- At. All. Times. The minute she rolls into Jay Jay's she sets her evil glare on the lead singer of the new band playing there-Lyrical Obsessions.
Lyric has something she wants and she will stop at nothing to get it. She wasn't prepared for the demon she goes toe to toe with. He is a monster in his own right; he made his first kill at seventeen and the list has only grown since then, along with the pile up of his enemies. The last thing he wants or needs is the she-devil he keeps going up against, but he can't deny the pull they feel to one another; no matter how hard they both try to deny it. He knows he should stay far away from her, for her own safety, but he can't seem to stick with that plan. He wants nothing more than to break down her rough exterior and find the girl he knows is hidden underneath. But when the man he's been hunting for the last ten years resurfaces, the shit hits the fan and no one is safe from the blow back.
Bit by bit I unveil her, taking my time to savor her reactions. I unwrap her like a gift. Something precious, because that’s exactly how I see her. My gift. The first thing I’ve wanted for myself in a long time. But I know I can’t keep her and she’s only a temporary happiness. I just thought I could enjoy it for a while longer.
Right from the beginning, you just know you're in for a rough ride. For one; new Blaire took some getting used to. I understood her anger and hurt at the loss of her brother, but it seemed liked she took it to the extreme...that is, until you get her full back story. Nothing could have prepared me for the suffering that girl has gone through in her life, nor Lyric's for that matter. It really is no wonder why they turned into the people they did, or why they seem so draw to each other. Like moths to a flame they seem to just understand the others suffering, even before they learn the full depth of it. All you can do is hope they can help one another learn how to forgive and find some form of acceptance and peace. And if all that is not enough to keep you on the edge of your seat, there is an underlying tone of danger that is hard to miss. PLUS an ending that will leave you with your heart in your throat. Being back in this town, with these people is something I have quickly become addicted to; Ms. Cole had already landed herself on my 'One-Click Addiction List' long ago, but this book just cemented her spot. I cannot wait to see what she brings us next.
“I know you had no choice in lying to me. I understand that. But what I don’t understand is why you wouldn’t leave me alone. Every turn, you were there. Now I do. I couldn’t stay away from you either. I could have left town or stayed with Janet from the get go, but deep down, I wanted to be with you. You made me feel
different. Wanted… beautiful. Normal. I just don’t want you to be another crutch, Lyric.”
“I want you to be my everything.”
Learning To Live(Learning, #1)
Learning To Heal(Learning, #2)
Learning To Forgive(Learning, #3)
~For Books #1 & #2~
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