PIECES FOR YOU (For You Series #2) by Genna Rulon
"The
phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying
fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.” -Miguel de Cervantes
Samantha Whitney survived unimaginable tragedy only to discover she had been betrayed by a man who claimed to love her. Shattered, Sam spends months at a safe haven trying to piece herself back together. Ready or not, the time has come for her to return home.
As Sam struggles to resume a life that no longer feels familiar, she finds unwavering support in an unexpected, familiar face. Confronting Sam’s raw emotions and open wounds head-on, Griffin manages to take two steps forward for every step she retreats.
But when Sam is once again threatened, Griffin must decide how far he is willing to go to protect the woman he wants…knowing the cost of her safety is the risk of losing her.
Pieces For You is a captivating journey of survival, healing, and sacrifice—teeming with honesty, humor, unexpected twists, and love’s unsurpassed endurance.
Samantha Whitney survived unimaginable tragedy only to discover she had been betrayed by a man who claimed to love her. Shattered, Sam spends months at a safe haven trying to piece herself back together. Ready or not, the time has come for her to return home.
As Sam struggles to resume a life that no longer feels familiar, she finds unwavering support in an unexpected, familiar face. Confronting Sam’s raw emotions and open wounds head-on, Griffin manages to take two steps forward for every step she retreats.
But when Sam is once again threatened, Griffin must decide how far he is willing to go to protect the woman he wants…knowing the cost of her safety is the risk of losing her.
Pieces For You is a captivating journey of survival, healing, and sacrifice—teeming with honesty, humor, unexpected twists, and love’s unsurpassed endurance.
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This story is appropriate for readers 18+
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Though Only For You is a part of the For You Series, the book can be read as a
stand-alone.
Genna
Rulon is an up-and-coming contemporary romance author who loves nothing more
than a good love story.
During
her 15 years in the corporate world, Genna, inspired by her love of reading,
fantasized about penning her own stories. Encouraged by her favorite
authors, many of whom are indie writers and self-published, she committed to
pursue her aspirations of writing her own novels.
Genna
was raised on Long Island in New York, where she still resides, surrounded by
the most amazing family and friends. Married to a wonderful man who
patiently tolerates her ramblings about whichever book she is currently working
on, even feigning interest relatively convincingly! Genna is blessed with
two little boys who do their best to thwart mommy's writing time with their
hilarious antics and charming extrapolations.
All
of Genna’s reviews are brought to you courtesy of copious amounts of coffee and
Disney Junior (something has to entertain the boys when mommy is writing).
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Samantha has endured unspeakable horrors, and as a result finds herself
healing in Safe Haven. She has to learn to live again and to speak after
a monster tried to take life from her. With the help of her friends,
and a friend she never knew she had, Samantha rebuilds and strengthens
her life and her resolve.
Only For You is a story that will warm your heart and give you a sense of pride in Samantha. She is as tough as she is fragile. Learning to trust and let go isn’t easy. When a girl has the emotional baggage Sam has, it’s not an easy task. Horrible parents and previous bad choices in men lend themselves to emotional scaring, but with the help of a wildly sarcastic and funny therapist, we watch as Samantha slowly learns to believe in herself and understand and separate her emotions.
Griffin enters Samantha’s world and everything shifts and changes for her. She needed a man like Griffin. Dare I say he was the perfect man? Caring, smart, and patient: simply perfect boyfriend material.
I gotta say, I was blown away with the development of Genna Rulon’s storytelling. I said in my review of book one that the info given almost felt like a brochure at times. This was not the case here. Info was given, but it was woven beautifully into the story. Nothing took away from the emotion. Well done Genna. I feel the best is yet to come from this author.
4 Stars for a beautiful book and the beautiful character Samantha.
T~
FYI- If you haven’t read book one in this series, Only For You, you may be a bit lost but you can still read it as a standalone.
Only For You is a story that will warm your heart and give you a sense of pride in Samantha. She is as tough as she is fragile. Learning to trust and let go isn’t easy. When a girl has the emotional baggage Sam has, it’s not an easy task. Horrible parents and previous bad choices in men lend themselves to emotional scaring, but with the help of a wildly sarcastic and funny therapist, we watch as Samantha slowly learns to believe in herself and understand and separate her emotions.
Griffin enters Samantha’s world and everything shifts and changes for her. She needed a man like Griffin. Dare I say he was the perfect man? Caring, smart, and patient: simply perfect boyfriend material.
I gotta say, I was blown away with the development of Genna Rulon’s storytelling. I said in my review of book one that the info given almost felt like a brochure at times. This was not the case here. Info was given, but it was woven beautifully into the story. Nothing took away from the emotion. Well done Genna. I feel the best is yet to come from this author.
4 Stars for a beautiful book and the beautiful character Samantha.
T~
FYI- If you haven’t read book one in this series, Only For You, you may be a bit lost but you can still read it as a standalone.
I
raised up on my tippy-toes to peer through the peephole in the door, a recent
addition
courtesy
of Hunter, and saw nothing but a wall of black. I paused for a moment,
wondering
if
the person on the other side placed their thumb over the glass, but dismissed
the idea
when
I noticed the contours of the black abyss before me. I verified that the
security chain
was
engaged before unlocking the deadbolt and opening the door.
Jiminy
Crickets! The black void was a shirt, specifically a tee-shirt undergoing
durability
testing
as it strained to contain a scandalously muscled chest and shoulders most NFL
linebackers
would envy. I was confronted with a decision that no woman should ever have
to
make; do I look upward to assess the face attached to the scrumptious MMA pecks
or go
downward
to find what other gifts God had bestowed on this specimen. Who was I kidding;
there
was only one right answer. As my gaze headed south I was greeted by a
mid-section
that
was clearly well tended and hard as stone. Despite his sinfully tight shirt, I
couldn’t
make
out his abs, but I suspected the shirt was covering a defined six-pack. Would
it be
rude
to ask him to remove his shirt before inviting him in? Continuing my
exploration I
discovered,
distressed denim, bulging in all the right places, draped over long thick legs.
Hot
damn! Hunter was finally paying off with the hot guy friends. I knew this day
would
come,
it was inevitable, but I was still overwhelmed with gratitude—Ev would be
getting an
extra
nice Christmas present this year.
I
slowly raised my gaze, verifying that the sight I beheld was not a mirage, and
it
happened…finally.
There was no tingle or twinge, not a whisper of desire or hint of
arousal—no,
the floodgates of my previously dormant libido opened and a tsunami of lust
swept
through me. My breath caught and I was forced to grip the doorframe to prevent
melting
to a puddle on the floor or climbing this tree of man-flesh like the primate I
had
been
reduced to. I gathered the remnants of my cognitive function—the miniscule part
of
my
brain not dedicated to making an erotic laundry list of the many naughty
activities I
wanted
to enlist this man’s help with—to prepare for the possible disappointment
should
the
face accompanying this god-like body be one that sent children shrieking in
horror. On
the
other hand, guys had practiced the “bag over her head” technique for years. I
needed
to
do it, rip the Band-Aid off and accept the possible disillusionment. I
reinforced myself,
inhaled
deeply, and raise my eyes. You’ve got to be kidding me!
“Griffin?”
I accused more than asked.
“Hello
Sam, good to see you too,” he returned wryly. “Shall I turn so you can get the
360-degree
show?”
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