Futures are uncertain, unpredictable—like ink spilled across the purest surface. Nearly imperceptible ripples move and flow until a unique stain is formed. The ink is permanently embedded in the surface…
During one wild night in college, Jentry Michaels is a tidal wave of ink that brands Aurora Wilde’s soul. An unparalleled stain she can’t forget despite the many months that have passed—and despite the distraction she’d hoped she would find in her new relationship with Declan, the charmer who captured her heart soon after. Jentry has irrevocably touched her soul, and he is intertwined in her present and future in ways she never fathomed. Now Aurora is faced with keeping that night hidden though it feels as if the ink has indelibly etched their story across her skin.
When Declan is confronted with his own personal demons, Aurora must decide if she will continue to hold tight to their relationship and a safe, reliable future with him, or if she will turn to Jentry—the guy she can’t forget no matter how hard she tries.…
This book may contain explicit intimate scenes, so if you are not 18+ then I probably wouldn’t recommend it for younger readers.
So far the past three books that I have read by Molly I have really enjoyed but this one, it just didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to hurry up and finish it so I could move onto a different book. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t hate it nor did I love it, it was just alright. I would of really liked it if it was written differently. You see, the way its written is very frustrating, confusing – not to a point that you don’t know what’s going on – and somewhat annoying. I have come to a conclusion that I do NOT like time jumps or whatever you want to call it. One chapter you are in the present time, then one month ago, present, then one year ago, etc etc The way the structure of this story was arranged was just plain irritating to me. I feel like the story was bad, it would of be 10x better if it was arranged in chronological order of how/when the events actually happened instead of jumping back and forth in time.
“Aurora, I love you. You can’t expect me to see you hurt and not do something about it. You hurt, I hurt.”
“What did you say?” Jentry said in low, terrifying tone from somewhere behind me. The edge in his voice was enough to make Linda and me stiffen for a few seconds before Linda’s head snapped up and she turned on her mom charm. “Oh, you know how ladies are, always standing around gossipin’. Go on now, son, just put the food anywhere.” He set the large dishes down on the counter closest to the door, then took slow steps toward us. “What the fuck did you just say,” he demanded again; this time it was no longer a question. “Jentry, don’t,” I pleaded as he neared us. “Young man!” Linda said in a horrified tone. “I am so very disappointed in what has come out of your mouth this weekend. I raised yo—” “Raised me better? Is that what you were going to say?” Jentry huffed as he took the last few steps to place himself between us. “Really, don’t,” I said through clenched teeth, and rocked forward so I could reach for his arm to pull him away, but he held a hand out behind him to stop me. When he continued speaking, his dangerous tone was laced with disappointment. “In a few days I’ve seen more than enough from you to know that you aren’t the woman who raised me. The woman who raised me wasn’t so threatened by her son’s girlfriend that she’d pretend she wasn’t there. The woman who raised me wasn’t so heartless that she’d tear down the same girl every chance she got just because she was hurting. We’re all hurting. Rorie’s fucking hurting, too.” “She has ruined this family!” Linda seethed; her entire frame shook from her anger. Jentry took a step back toward me. His hand was still outstretched, but now looked like it was reaching for me. “You know, I’ve been going crazy trying to figure some things out since I got home, but I’m starting to put a lot together just from this conversation. The woman who raised me also taught me to respect women. And I do. I respect women who deserve it, and Rorie does. Because she loves Declan, too. She’s grieving, too. And throughout everything you’ve done, she’s never said a word. She wouldn’t tell me what you were doing even when I figured out that it was you, and when I did, she said it was deserved. What kind of woman makes a girl think she deserves the bullshit you’ve put her through?” Jentry grabbed on to my forearm and pulled me close to him as he took another step back, away from Linda, toward the door leading out of the kitchen area. Linda watched our movements with a mixture of emotions. There was shock and hurt at Jentry’s words, but whenever her eyes flickered back in my direction, anger unlike anything I’d yet to see from her burned there. Jentry turned us around and came to a halt when we found Kurt standing just inside the doorway holding two dishes, staring at us in shock and confusion. “Do you want to tell me why you’re talking to your mother that way?” he asked. Jentry’s head tilted to the side. “No.” “No?” Kurt’s tone was rougher and rang with authority as Jentry began leading us out of the room. “No,” Jentry confirmed. “Because if I tell you now, I’m gonna say a lot that I’ll regret.”
Aside from that bit that bugged me, I enjoyed the characters. I wasn’t on team Declan or Jentry, but I can guess you can say I was leaning towards Jentry as Molly didn’t make Dec to endearing to make me want to pull for him. I liked how Jentry stood up to Linda and didn’t let her pull any of her crap on Aurora – Declan didn’t, so major brownie points for J! Linda, man have I never read a character like her. She was a royal B-I-T-C-H to Aurora from the start. If I was her, I wouldn’t of stuck around that long to take her crap, I would of left early on even if I did love he son as I couldn’t handle her crappy attitude. Plus I wouldn’t of been so forgiving to her as Aurora was at the end. Just because you turn over a new leaf, doesn’t mean all those mean and hateful things that was said are suddenly forgiven. I am usually a very forgiving person, but I don’t think I’d be so with her.
I rested my head on his stomach and looked up into his dark eyes, and an overwhelming sense of contentment and peace flooded through me as I watched him watching me. This was it; this was my sunrise. “I see you,” he murmured roughly, and lifted his hand to trail it through my hair. I nodded, because I saw him, too. I saw his love and his happiness—matching my own—just the same as I saw his pain and his fear.
“I can’t marry you,” I finally said. He nodded slowly. “I figured that out.” His mouth opened, then shut quickly, and he went back to waiting. But I couldn’t figure out where to begin, because I couldn’t understand Declan. There was a sadness deep in his eyes, but he didn’t look as if I’d just rejected his proposal. He didn’t look like the girl he’d thought was his fiancée had just told him she couldn’t marry him. He looked as if he had been waiting for this conversation. “Why, Rorie?” he said pleadingly. “Why won’t you?” “I’m sorry, Dec. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, but I—” I sucked in a sharp breath, as if my body was rebelling against voicing the truth to him again, then forced out: “I fell in love with Jentry.” He winced in pain. “It was before I ever met you. I just didn’t know who he was. I didn’t know who he was to you, and didn’t think that I would see him again! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I couldn’t continue a relationship with you when my heart belonged to someone else. It wasn’t fair to you. You have to understand than I never wanted to hurt you; he never wanted to hurt you.” Declan’s lips formed a sad smile after a few moments. “God, that hurts just as much hearing it the second time.”
Even though this story wasn’t my cup of tea, I will still read more of Molly’s books in the near future.