Beauties and The Book: Imperfect Truth

I’m a blogger. He’s a writer. He was my weakness. I was his muse. Once upon a time my marriage was built on love... Until it wasn’t. Where had we gone wrong? I had given up hope… But then he messaged me, And his words intoxicated me. Made me believe in love again. Made me believe in truth. My imperfect truth…

When I saw a teaser for Imperfect Truth, I knew it was a book I had to read. A blogger/author romance with a sort of love triangle, yeah that basically screams my name.

We all know I love cheater books, because to me the emotions are super real, plus it’s something that happens in everyday life. Even if I myself have never experienced cheating, it’s something a lot of people can relate to. Usually when I read a cheater book, im always rooting for the “other” guy. With Imperfect Truth that was the case. I hated Alexandre for the way he treated Ava. To be honest, I thought he was the one who was cheating.

While there is cheating (in my opinion) in this book, to me it was more cheating on an emotional level rather than a physical one. But cheating is cheating at the end of the day. It’s still not a book I consider a full out cheater book. To me the more I read Imperfect Truth, it turned out to be a book about finding yourself. Going through a lot of bad, to finally want to see some good.

Ava was in a marriage, if you could even call it that, and was beyond unhappy. Her husband, Alexandre, paid no mind to her whatsoever, and let people treat her like crap. He never supported her beyond financially, and it was taking a huge toll on Ava. It wasn’t until Ava got a message from a well-known author, that she started to feel things. This author made her feel what she hasn’t felt in a long time. Ava started to feel cared for, loved even.

So before I spoil anything I have to stop. What I will say is I wasn’t expecting the plot twist. I totally started this book thinking, ooohhh a cheater book with an author and blogger, yay. But seriously, it was so much more than that. The plot twist was executed perfectly. Ava, you are a great writer. I felt the emotions your characters were going through that were etched in your words.

Imperfect Truth is the story of learning to love yourself, even though you’re not perfect, and knowing that someone out in this world will love and accept your imperfections.

Imperfect Truth was a great read, I definitely recommend it.

<3 JMAC

As we head over to the bar, Ryder pulls me by the hand, and we step onto the dance floor instead. The vibe is electric, as the patrons rhythmically move to the music. I close my eyes, allowing the beat to permeate my consciousness. Ryder pulls me toward him, swaying his body with mine. We slowly begin to dance. The warmth that emanates from his body is a beacon to my soul. As our bodies touch, sexual tension radiates between us. We move together in perfect sync. Our breath is coming out in short, ragged bursts. I feel sexy. I feel liberated. I feel free. Desire courses through me. This is all Ryder. He keeps me in a perpetual state of need. Sensing my urgency, he looks at me with an expression that sends chills down my spine. His need to consume me is palpable. He leans into me, breathing me in. I can feel the warmth tickle against my neck. My heartbeat becomes more erratic. His hand trails circles down my back, stroking lower and lower. He grazes the swell of my hip as I glide my fingertips up the side of his body. I stroke his torso ever so lightly as we continue to dance. Trailing my hands past his collarbone, I wrap my arms around his neck. I look up at him, and he smiles at me seductively, the curve of his mouth lifting so that it is barely noticeable. "I want to taste you." His voice is husky. I bite down on my lower lip as I take in his words. His fingertips trace the end of my black eyelet dress. "I want to taste every part of you,” he says again in my ear, this time slower as his hand creeps under the hem. My skirt pushes higher up my leg as we continue to move our bodies against one another. I stop moving and just stand there panting, feeling dizzy with need. I’m hyper aware that his fingers are now tracing circles on the upper part of my thigh. They are almost connecting to the cotton covering my most intimate place. On an exhale, he touches me so softly, I feel as though I might have just imagined it. As he grazes my sensitive flesh on the top of my legs, my breath hitches. I’m frozen in place knowing I need to stop this, but I’m unable to pull away. His eyes penetrate mine, daring me to stop him. But just as quickly as this game has started, it ends as he pulls his hand away. “No, not yet. I want you to be only mine. Your thoughts, your body, your every desire. Until you’re ready, I won't kiss you, I won't touch you, I won't taste you.” Copyright © 2015 by Ava Harrison

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Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred. When she’s not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book. Facebook https://www.facebook.com/pages/Ava-Harrison/984568204896418?fref=ts Twitter @avaharrison333 Goodreads Add to your TBR https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25439801-imperfect-truth

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Now I should think long and hard about how to proceed, but instead, I choose to ignore it. I’m too intoxicated to care. Instead I decide to move toward the burning flame. I decide to heed no warnings. As the minutes pass I’m losing my free will. Ryder Matthews is holding me prisoner, and I don’t want him to release me. Ever. He leans forward; his lips graze my ear. “You're the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met. Hearing you speak, the excitement in your voice. The blush of your cheeks when I make you uncomfortable…Ava, you fascinate me.” I shake my head in confusion and as I go to open my mouth, he lifts his hand up to stop me. “You’re astonishing. Do you understand?” The way he says my name gives me chills. Goose bumps prick at my skin. “Yes, I understand.” “Come with me.” My fate sealed. There’s something so real about him, and when he tells me to do something I feel I’ve no choice but to comply. He smiles and lightly grabs my arm, ushering me to the back of the room. My steps are rocky as I follow him. Now situated close to the window overlooking the city, Ryder stands by my side. His warm breath in my ear, “Where is your husband, Ava?” His words seduce me. He looks at me like a hungry predator stalking his prey. There is so much more meaning behind his simple words, knowing this leaves me dizzy with need. “I don’t know…I don’t know,” I breathe out again in almost a whisper as his fingers skim my waist. “That is a shame.” He is trailing a pattern down my torso, stopping at the curve of my hip. I shudder and my breath hitches as his hand turns me around. His eyes glaze over with desire and he leans forward. “Tell me to stop.” His face is a mere inch away from mine, “Tell me to stop, Ava.” My heart slams against my chest. I’m weak and dizzy. I shut my eyes and in a pained tone I utter the word I couldn’t say with my eyes open. “Stop.” Copyright © 2015 by Ava Harrison TEASERS