on January 26th, 2015
Genres: Love & Romance, New Adult, Romance
Perfection. One word. Three syllables. Every reason why I’ll never have the one thing I truly want. I stand dutifully on the pedestal he’s built, waiting for the day he truly sees me.
Then one amazing night, he lets down his walls, only to leave me the next day.
Years have passed, and I’ve tried to move on with my life. But I still dream of him. I still miss him everyday. The memories haunt me. How can I look to the future when my past remains a mystery? The time has come to find the boy who stole my heart and ran away without a word.
But not everyone who is lost wants to be found.
My name is Alexandra Fontaine, and this is my story of unfinished love.
Wings Over Poppies is book #2 in the Over series and can be read as a standalone novel.
Wings Over Poppies is book #2 in the Over series but can be read as a standalone novel.
I love when I find a new indie author that not only writes amazing, but grows so much from one book to the next. J.A. Derouen made me feel while reading this book. I laughed, swooned, I felt the angst, and cried; not too many books have the ability to give me all of that in one sitting.
“Nothing in this world worth having is perfect.”
We first met Alex Fontaine in Hope Over Fear, book #1 in the Over series. She is a free spirited artist that has a hard time moving past her first love. West Alder is the one that got away. He literally stole Alex’s heart when they were teenagers and even years later she can’t stop thinking about him and hasn’t been able to find anyone to replace him.
“I want to be enough for you. I want it more than the air I breathe.”
Trying to help his family with an insane amount of medical bills, West enlists in the military, believing that this is his best option. He has every intention of coming back for Alex and starting a life together. But sometimes even the best intentions, don’t always go as planned. West decides that staying out of Alex’s life would be the best thing for her.
“You are my sassy, sweet, intelligent, beautiful, stubborn poppy girl.”
It would have been so easy to hate West for the angry, bitter man he becomes. But lordy did I fall in love instead! He is cruel and he has every reason to be angry, and it was hard to see him push Alex away time and time again. Yet that girl kept fighting for him and their love, which in turn made me want that HEA even more for them.
I felt that J.A. did an amazing job of addressing a subject that is not only personal to my life, but affects so many men and women these days. She wrote about it in a sensitive, yet realistic way that really focused on the disorder.
Plus the secondary characters in this book are amazing. Alex has a strong group of friends that rally around her and keep her grounded. I have so many quotes highlighted from Marlo and Cain’s antics and I can’t wait to read more from all of these characters.
I shift closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I lay my head on his chest and breathe him in. His shoulders relax, if only slightly. The need to comfort him is overwhelming. I want to wash it all away for him, hold the world at bay while I erase the worry permanently etched in his forehead.
“Everything is going to be okay, West. I just know it,” I lie. I don’t know that everything will be okay. I don’t know anything at all.
We sit in electrified silence, the crackling of dead leaves under us the only sound. I memorize the feel of him, the smell of him, the rhythm of his breathing. I’m lost in the moment, already anticipating the loss that’s to come.
“I leave in a month.”
The words cut through the silence like a judgment. Instead of hurt, I’m filled with resolve. I won’t let him push me away anymore. I’m done playing by his rules.
I rise up to meet the storm brewing in his eyes. His hand wraps firmly around my neck, and his eyes dart hungrily to my lips. I swallow nervously and refuse to look away.
If he turns his head or pulls my hair, I swear I’m going to tackle him to the ground.
I lean in hopefully, somewhat expectantly, and close my eyes. His warm breath dances across my lips, and my every prayer is answered. He presses his mouth firmly to mine and stills, almost memorizing the moment.
That one small touch is the beginning of the most memorable kiss of my life. It’s hello and goodbye, I love you, I’ll miss you, and everything in between.
He sucks my bottom lip, and I inhale sharply, completely overcome. His hands dive into my hair, and his tongue slides against mine just once before he pulls away. He touches my forehead to his and chuckles softly.
“What have we been waiting for all this time?”
“You,” I whisper breathlessly, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
My admission is all he needs. He devours me, a tangle of lips, teeth, tongues, and hands. I don’t know where I end and he begins. I’m exhilarated and relieved all at once.
I run my hands down his arms and grip his wrists tightly. I pull away and look into his hooded eyes.
“Tell me something, West. Tell me something I don’t know.”
He runs a thumb over my swollen lips while he studies me. I’ve never felt more loved, more worshipped.
“I can’t imagine a world without you in it. No matter where I am, I’ll always dream of you. It’ll have to be enough.” He places soft, scorching kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear. “God, I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”