Title: Sexiest Man Alive
Author: M. Clarke
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016
Everything is sexy at Knight Fashion Magazine.
Nathan Cross is a struggling actor waiting tables at a local restaurant to make ends meet while he attends endless auditions. Though his hopeful career moves at a slow pace, Olivia is the strength and sunshine in his life… until she leaves him. One day, he is offered a contract with a modeling agent, leading him to work for Knight Fashion Magazine—a dream job he never imagined would become a reality.
Olivia swore she would always put her career first and that’s precisely what she did when she left Nathan. Having a deadbeat dad and watching her mom work two jobs to make ends meet have been her driving force. When she is offered a modeling career, she drops everything—even the love of her life—and moves to New York.
Though Nathan and Olivia try to steer clear of one another, working for the same fashion magazine causes their paths to cross again and old emotions are awakened. Can Nathan forgive Olivia or will he take the next step with the woman he is currently dating? Will Olivia do everything she can to break them apart? Or will she choose her career over her heart… again?
~3.5 to 4 Stars~
Nathan and Olivia shared a passion and a connection that was broken when Ollie decided to pursue her dreams and leave behind the love of her life.
We're good, very good. I felt it to be honest and I wanted to be happy with their HEA.
But sometimes life gets in the middle and change our plans, and sometimes not in the way we want.
People say, everything happens for a reason right? I tell you that I liked how they understood that maybe they were perfect together but in the wrong time of their lives, I just couldn't stand why be coward and leave everything behind.
But I'm not talking about Ollie or Nate specifically, is just us as humans are afraid of broke our significant others, I feel that they needed to talk more and realize that whether they were together or not, they're love was one and only.
Fast forward 1 year and they are surfing in the waters of new relationships and get over an old love. Until the destiny decides to reunite them face to face, so they can experience they pain of broken promises and an old love still burning, in the bottom of their hearts, but still burning.
***And I need to be honest, I liked this book but I couldn't connect too much with it, somehow I thought I was reading everything very fast and that didn't let me enjoy this book they way I wanted. Is a book I would re read and I know I will enjoy more, but this time it wasn't like that. M. Clarke does a good job giving us a book where the premise is "when there's smoke, there's fire" and where a passion collides once again, but this time... forever.
I ran my fingers through my hair, moving it away from my face. “You don’t have to stay, Nate. I mean, I appreciate you wanting to help my mom.”
He ignored me. “Let’s start with the box you’re holding.” He came toward me.
If I had handed it to him, everything would have been just fine. Instead, I backed away, tripped over a box full of books, and stumbled backward on top of my bed. The box in my hand went flying onto the floor.
Being a gentleman, Nate reached down to help me clean up the mess. Instead of putting things back into the box, he sifted through them.
“You still have these?” he asked, holding up a photo of us at a Valentine’s dinner. After he placed it down, he picked up a smaller box and opened it. It held the crystal bracelet he had given to me the last Christmas we spent together. It had been a while since I’d worn it. I’d thought about wearing it again, but not in front of him just yet.
I got off the bed reluctantly, wishing I could hide under the covers instead. Scattered about the carpet were more photos of us and some cards he had given me for my birthday, Christmas, and Valentine’s Day. Nate always got me a card. He was sentimental that way.
He slowly peered upward at me with an expression I didn’t understand. Was he mad? Then, with a hint of a smile, he quickly placed everything inside the box, closed the lid, and handed it to me. After I took it from his hand, he stood up, facing me.
“I never threw anything you gave me away,” I said, looking down at the box. In the silence that followed, I wondered what he thought.
He heaved a long sigh. “You kept everything but me.” His words came out soft but harsh, and they were loud as thunder in my mind.
Hurt swam in his eyes. What do I say after that? He was so right. Before I had the chance to speak, he turned and walked out of my room, shattering my heart into pieces. I wanted to cry. I was reliving that night again, the very night I wanted to redo.
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