Review Tour: Forsaking Gray by K.L. Kreig

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Blurb:

Lies. Deception. Betrayal.

Within less than twenty-four hours of proposing to the love of Gray’s life, Liva disappeared. No note. No trace. No explanation. Nothing. Now, five years later, she’s resurfaced and Gray will stop at nothing to make Livia his again. But is love enough to forgive an unforgivable wrong?

Livia had less than sixty seconds to make a decision that would change her life forever. She sacrificed. She suffered. She survived. Now that she’s back, she’s determined that no one ever discover her shameful secret – especially the only man she’s ever loved. But will hiding the past destroy her future?

Book 1 in a 4 book series. Each book features a different brother and each can be read STANDALONE.

***Mature readers only, 18+. Features alpha men with foul language and penchant for hot sex.

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Review:

You need to read this book so fucking hard. For a book that has a substantial amount of awesome sex in it, there were still scenes that brought tears to my eyes. And I don’t cry at books. Much. KL Kreig twists words into stories that take you away from your life and insert you into the pages.

I would have thought that a book about betrayal would have hardened my heart towards Livvy – I mean, what kind of woman leaves the man she just promised to marry without much more than a note? But facts have a way of being perverted into what you think you want to know and the truth is so much more – so much harder to hear – than you ever imagined.

Gray is the strong, badass, alpha man that never wants Livvy to leave his side again. Somehow he’s managed to forgive (or ignore) her omissions and her refusal to discuss the past as long as he has her. Of course, he’s terrified she’s going to leave him again. Terrified that what they’re building is so fragile that it could break at a moment’s notice.

Forsaking Gray has heart, sensuality, romance and grit that will hold you to your seat even when the scenes are so hot you might just slip off. The connection between Livvy and Gray is absolute and so goddamn complete that I was yearning for their future almost as much as they were.

Kreig’s writing is on point & strong – pulling you into the story and never letting you go until the very last page. I’m in awe of her magic. Besides, have you ever known me to turn down a book with a hot as fuck CEO, strong & brave woman, & a massive cock? NOPE.

I’m all in with Gray. Livvy gets there too 😉 LOVE. 5 stars.

[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]

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Excerpt:

“Convince me you don’t love me, Livvy and I’ll walk. You can run and this time, I won’t try to find you. But if I don’t believe the bullshit you’re about to try to shove down my throat, fair warning, angel. I will be relentless in my pursuit of you. Last time was nothing compared to the lengths I will go to in order to make you mine again.”

I can’t think straight. There were so many things said in those few sentences that have my head reeling. But the unspoken words I heard are the most profound.

I can’t wrap my head around how I could have hurt him so deeply, but still earn his forgiveness. Is he playing a sadistic game with my damaged heart and my fragile trust? Is he trying to lure me into thinking he can possibly absolve me for an unforgivable wrong and then crush me under his boot, like I did him? Would I blame him if he tried?

Sadly, no.

I was unable to keep the question rolling around on my tongue from spilling out. “How can you still want me after what I did to you?”

He grabs my face between his strong hands. His eyes shine with pure, unadulterated love and my stomach goes into a free-fall. “I’ve never stopped. And I’m a fool’s fool, because, God help me, I never will.” His hungry, lust-filled eyes flit between mine and my lips, which I unconsciously wet. My breathing is out of control. “Tell me you don’t love me, Livvy,” he rasps. His control is razor thin. One wrong word and it will slice him in half, mutilating him beyond repair.

I shake my head. I should be pushing him away, not drawing him in. I should tell him to run as far and as fast as he can, but I can’t force myself to do it. My love for him is too powerful. My willpower too weak. “I can’t,” I sob. Fresh tears balance precariously on my eyelashes.

His lips crash to mine and I let them. He takes and I silently beg him with my body to take more. I know I’m making the biggest mistake of my life because I can’t keep Gray. No matter whether he can forgive me or not, I can’t forgive myself. He will never be mine again. So I’ll take this one stolen moment I’ve been granted and I will revel in it. I will lose myself in it. And I will store it away as my last blissful memory of him, erasing the painful ones from the past few years.

If he wants my body, I’ll freely give it. He already has my heart. He always has and he always will. But what I can’t give him is the last piece of my soul, and I’m barely holding onto it. It pleads with me to be released into his soul-sucking kiss. He’s trying to take it, but I need to keep that buried deep within me in order to survive the agonizingly lonely, bleak days ahead of me without him.

Because this is the last time I’ll step foot in HMT Enterprises. And this is the last time I can let myself see or feel or touch Gray Colloway.

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About the Author:

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I’m just a regular ol’ Midwest girl who likes Game of Thrones and am obsessed with Modern Family and The Goldbergs. I run, I eat, I run, I eat. It’s a vicous cycle. I love carbs, but there’s love-hate relationship with my ass and thighs. Mostly hate. I like a good cocktail (oh hell…who am I kidding? I love any cocktail). I’m a huge creature of habit, but I’ll tell you I’m flexible. I read every single day and if I don’t get a chance…watch the hell out. My iPad and me: BFFs. I’m direct and I make no apologies for it. I swear too much. I love alternative music and in my next life I want to be a bad-ass female rocker. I hate, hate, hate spiders, telemarketers, liver, acne, winter and loose hairs that fall down my shirt (don’t ask, it’s a thing).

I love both reading and writing stories that feature alpha males and strong, independent women who bring them to their knees. Literally to their knees. We all know women DO rule the world, after all. But shhh…let’s keep that secret just between us girls. 😉

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