Vivienne Callahan has known only hardship. As if growing up with an alcoholic, drug addicted
mother wasn’t traumatic enough, she’s escaped from her physically and verbally abusive
boyfriend only to struggle every day to make ends meet as a waitress in a Minneapolis diner.
Along comes Mikah Blake, a handsome stranger who quickly takes an unexpected and
persistent interest in her. On the surface, “Mr. Suit” seems to be Vivienne’s opposite: rich, ellfed, successful. As Vivienne will learn, Mikah is more than he seems, and for reasons unknown,
he’s determined to be her knight in shining armor. But after having finally found her own two
feet after years of abuse, it’s difficult for her to accept Mikah’s help.
Will her body’s unexpected response to Mikah’s touch be reason enough to overcome her
pride and traumatic past and learn to love and trust? Or will her past, refusing to be left behind,
come back to claim her?
Review:
Give Me a Reason by Zoey Derrick is a great read. Many
may not like the cliff hanger endings, but I think they're good because
they always keep those characters in the forefront of my mind wondering
what will happen to them next.Vivienne
Callahan just escaped the brutality of her ex-husband and set her life
up again in new place. She busts her ass to make ends, works as a
waitress, and I admire her tenacity to never give up.Her life is hard, but she doesn't let it pull her down.
I ALWAYS have some kind of weakness and soft spot for Irishmen. Their accent is undeniably sexy-as-hell. He's handsome, rich, kind, and affectionate. He's a CEO, and the attraction he feels toward Vivienne is more than physical. He wants to help, to take care, and to protect her. Especially after he finds out what she's been through. At first Vivienne, very stubbornly sometimes very annoyingly insists that she doesn't need his help. That's what she thinks. But she warms up to Mikah eventually.What I love is their obvious chemistry, right from the start.
I ALWAYS have some kind of weakness and soft spot for Irishmen. Their accent is undeniably sexy-as-hell. He's handsome, rich, kind, and affectionate. He's a CEO, and the attraction he feels toward Vivienne is more than physical. He wants to help, to take care, and to protect her. Especially after he finds out what she's been through. At first Vivienne, very stubbornly sometimes very annoyingly insists that she doesn't need his help. That's what she thinks. But she warms up to Mikah eventually.What I love is their obvious chemistry, right from the start.
No bulls, no some long preface before the characters meet.his
book is a full-romance book, with no apparent action scenes in the near
future, but the storyline alone will provide some enjoyment.
So eventually you like the book but may I love the book? That's counting on other book :)
EXCERPT:
He’s looking down at me, making me feel small at five feet two
inches. He has to be at least six feet tall. Broad shoulders. His suit
today is gunmetal grey with blue or black pin striping—I can’t tell
which. His shirt is a beautiful lavender color with a darker purple tie.
"How do you know I'm not an addict?" I ask, softly.
He smiles at me, warm, genuine. "Because, you've come to return
the money I left you last night as a tip." My jaw falls open.
"How"—I swallow hard—"did you know?"
His smile fades a little. "Because, why else would you come down
here?"
I close my mouth and look down at the floor. His ability to read me is
really scary.
"Since you haven't eaten since last night, I'm going to take you to
lunch."
I feel my face flush bright red, both in anger and complete
irritation. "That is not why I'm here. I've survived for my entire life
fending for myself, I don't need some rich hot shot business mogul
buying me food." I reach into the pocket of my bag and pull the folded
up paper from it. I thrust it towards him. He refuses to take it. Tears
of frustration trickle down my cheeks. "Damn it Mikah, take it." I push
it at him again and again he refuses. "I'm not a damn charity case. I
don't need your money or your food."
The bell chimes. We’ve finally reached the skyway. As soon as the
doors open, I drop the folded up paper with his money in it and bolt
from the elevator, turning left, hoping and praying I can get away.
"Vivienne, stop." I hear him say behind me. I keep going, walking
quickly but not running. Yet. I'm trying hard to not make a scene.
But he doesn’t seem to care about that. He catches me quickly, spins
me around. I grab hold of his arm to catch my balance so I don't go
sprawling onto the floor.
He’s looking down at me, making me feel small at five feet two
inches. He has to be at least six feet tall. Broad shoulders. His suit
today is gunmetal grey with blue or black pin striping—I can’t tell
which. His shirt is a beautiful lavender color with a darker purple tie.
"How do you know I'm not an addict?" I ask, softly.
He smiles at me, warm, genuine. "Because, you've come to return
the money I left you last night as a tip." My jaw falls open.
"How"—I swallow hard—"did you know?"
His smile fades a little. "Because, why else would you come down
here?"
I close my mouth and look down at the floor. His ability to read me is
really scary.
"Since you haven't eaten since last night, I'm going to take you to
lunch."
I feel my face flush bright red, both in anger and complete
irritation. "That is not why I'm here. I've survived for my entire life
fending for myself, I don't need some rich hot shot business mogul
buying me food." I reach into the pocket of my bag and pull the folded
up paper from it. I thrust it towards him. He refuses to take it. Tears
of frustration trickle down my cheeks. "Damn it Mikah, take it." I push
it at him again and again he refuses. "I'm not a damn charity case. I
don't need your money or your food."
The bell chimes. We’ve finally reached the skyway. As soon as the
doors open, I drop the folded up paper with his money in it and bolt
from the elevator, turning left, hoping and praying I can get away.
"Vivienne, stop." I hear him say behind me. I keep going, walking
quickly but not running. Yet. I'm trying hard to not make a scene.
But he doesn’t seem to care about that. He catches me quickly, spins
me around. I grab hold of his arm to catch my balance so I don't go
sprawling onto the floor.
BIO:
It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true. Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it. The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.
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