No Tomorrow by Carian Cole
Genre: contemporary romance
Publisher: self published
Publication Date: September 13, 2018
I have waited so long for this book and every minute was worth it.
This story hit me harder than any I’ve read in a while. Nothing about it is easy or simple. This story had so many layers and level that I feel I need to re-read it all over again just to see what else new I find.
Blue and Piper have never had it easy. Their story started in the most unconventional of ways and they had to work harder than most to get to the happy ever after they so deserved.
Blue was a troubled man and I absolutely respect Carian in the way she handled all his issues. There was no magic cure, there wasn’t a quick fix or a pill that would make him better in seconds. She detailed his issues and how he and his loved ones would have to deal with them on a daily basis. If I could, I’d give Carian Cole a standing ovation for dealing with mental issues with absolute class and amazing tact.
I have never been more proud to have read a book than I was when I read No Tomorrow. This story is raw, real and so heart-breakingly beautiful. It was such a privilege to have read a story that shook me to my core and re-arranged everything inside.
I strongly suggest to go in blind and just forget about the blurb or the reviews. It’s worth everything!
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The people we love are thieves.
They steal our hearts. They steal our breath.
They steal our sanity.
And we let them.
Over and over and over again.
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They say you never forget your first time.
Mine was with a homeless musician who effed my brains out under a bridge.
He was my first love. And fourteen years later, I still can’t get him out of my head.
He broke all my rules.
He also broke my heart.
I watched him climb to stardom, cheering him on from afar.
But I was never a fan; just a girl in love.
Like a tornado, he spiraled, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.
But love conquers all, right? It has to. Because here I stand, ravaged and ruined, needing it to be true.
You can’t go back, but I want to. Back to the bridge. Back to when he sang only for me. Before he was famous. Before he shattered my heart.
I thought I knew everything about him.
But I could not have been more wrong.
He promised me every tomorrow. And here I am, waiting.