Bree Sutton has lost everything.
Shattered dreams and a lonely park bench are her only companions.
Happy endings aren’t for people like her.
Survivor Declan James knows what rock bottom looks like.
But he knows there can be redemption, no matter how far you’ve fallen.
You can try and fight it, but love doesn’t care how broken and battered you are. It’s always something there in between…
This book contains strong adult content that may not be suitable for readers sensitive to hard to read subjects.
I received this ARC from Social Butterfly PR in exchange for an honest review…
I have always been a huge supporter for both debut and indie authors so I was extremely ecstatic to learn that I was selected to receive an ARC for Something There In Between by S. Ferguson. This was a beautifully written novel that captured my immediate attention right from the beginning. As soon as I started reading this book I couldn’t put it down and ended up finishing the entire book in less than two hours.
It’s important to note that this book is not for everyone and my deal with sensitive events that may not be suitable for all readers. Throughout this book we see get a glimpse into both Bree and Declan’s pasts and how time doesn’t always heal what’s wrong inside. The connection we instantly see between these two is uncanny. This book is told in alternating POV’s, which I have previously mentioned as one of my favorite narration forms. I adore this style because it allows the reader to see both sides of a story and gives us a look into what each of the main characters are feeling.
Bree’s life has never been easy. She grew up a daughter of a single mother who often used her as a punching bag. At the age of 16 she left her abusive home and ran away with her now ex-boyfriend Alex. What Bree thought was a second chance at a new life, quickly turned into another disaster when Alex abandons her without a word. Enter in Declan, a new bartender who sees right through Bree’s facade because he is able to connect with her on the same level. Right from the beginning there is no denying the connection between these two. Although I don’t want to give away too much of this book, I will tell you that if you give it a chance you will NOT regret it.
That does it for me.
The idea that someone is hurting her causes a rage I’ve only ever felt once before in my life to flow through my entire body. I clench my fists and decide now is the moment I confront her. Is there another asshole bothering her now? Did her douchebag ex make an appearance? I will fucking end whoever did this to her. I know without asking that Jake would have my back on that move. I’d be willing to bet money Ron would as well. It takes every ounce of strength I have, but I wait until the night is a little closer to being over before snatching her arm and pulling her through the doorway into the dark kitchen. I spin her around to the wall beside the doorway, leaning down so we’re face to face, eye to eye.
“You’re gonna tell me what the fuck is going on, and you’re gonna tell me right the fuck now. Is someone hurting you? Why are your knuckles all bruised? You been fighting?” I fire off everything at once, realizing I sound like a nagging girlfriend, but I need to know she’s okay. I NEED to get this off my chest.
Bree sighs deeply, her warm breath fanning across my neck, making me aware of our proximity. I have her pinned to the wall, my left hand is still gripping her shoulder, and my right hand is on the wall above her head. I’m being a bastard, and using my size to cage her in. I watch her closely for signs of fear, but she almost looks bored, and mostly just annoyed. I know she can still refuse to answer, but I’ll be damned if she gets away from me until I have my say.
She raises her eyes to give me an angry glare and I feel my dick twitch. Seeing fire in her eyes as opposed to the sadness they always carry makes her ten times hotter. Fuck, I’m an asshole. Something is seriously wrong with her, and I’m standing here getting turned on.
“I’ve just had a lot on my mind. I’ve been…training. You know exercising and punching a bag. That’s why my knuckles are bruised.” She raises an eyebrow at me, daring me to question her more. I smirk down at her…she has no idea who she’s messing with.
“You need to wear gloves then. You’re going to ruin your beautiful hands. You’re not actually sparring are you? ”I ask, my voice deeper than I intended. I’ve never been this close to her before, and my dick is currently trying to punch its way out of my zipper to reach her.
She glances down, and I have a moment of horror when I realize there is no way she’s going to miss my erection. I’m a healthy boy, and my jeans were already on the tight side. Her breath hitches, and she jerks her eyes back up to meet mine.
When I see the heat in her eyes, I swear I almost come in my pants like a teenager. Bree is fucking turned on by me. I can work with this. Letting go of her shoulder, I put my hand on the wall, completely closing her in, and lower my head towards hers.
“I don’t fool around with Ron’s guys,” she says softly, making no move to avoid my quickly approaching lips.
“Good thing I’m not one then,” I say, my mouth forming a smirk. I’m now so close to her lips I can feel their warmth on my own.
“YO BREE, where ya at?” I hear Jake yell from outside the door. His voice is like a splash of cold water, causing me to jerk back, and the moment is gone.
“My brother is an asshole,” I grumble, lowering my hands to adjust my erection, and backing further away from her.
“Your brother just stopped me from making a stupid mistake,” she says, before walking out of the door.
About S. Ferguson
Ferguson is a military wife and mother of three. She loves to find beauty in the flawed and broken.