When I close my eyes, my mind paints a picture of his smile and shades the contours of his hands, the deep scar around his bicep.
I'm an artist, yet my hands are unsteady. With his presence, he has unknowingly broken that something inside of me that makes me who I am.
Being around him is like standing in a rainstorm. First the drops tickle my skin, and then they coat me, refusing to be ignored. Finally, they soak into me, reaching parts of me I don't think anyone has ever touched.
When dreams turn into reality, will the picture in my mind transfer to paper?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Good story but too long. Lo got on my nerves some what with her interaction with King. Both of them wanted more from each other but each acted the opposite, they didn't. The back ground of thier story was good to go along with it.
Really enjoyed this one. Heroine was strong and I loved that she was a talented artist. The author does a good job of putting you into the mind of an artist and how they see the world. Hero was strong and very likable. All the side characters were interesting in their own ways too. I'm excited to read the next in the series.