Monday, January 12, 2015

Review, Excerpt & Giveaway: Feel Again by Faith Andrews


A dare.
A dying wish.
After years of loneliness, widowed Gabriella is ready to fill the void—as long as she doesn't have to give her heart to another man.
Caleb's screwed himself right into a dead-end existence. Faced with an ultimatum, he's hell-bound on changing his reckless ways.
A chance meeting has these two instantly attracted to one another, but when their paths cross again—this time as professor and student—the roles reverse on Professor Edwards as Caleb teaches her how to feel again.
The tragedy of 9/11 affected thousands of people and lives of the ones left were to be forever changed.
The prologue of this story will absolutely break your heart, even though this is a fictional story what happens in the prologue is a very real thing that happened on this sad day.
Gabriella is left widowed after her husband is killed in the 9/11 terror attacks.  She is left to raise their beautiful twin daughters on her own. 
“I’m not the only one who’s lost someone today, but in this moment my heart can only bear my own pain.  I can’t think about anyone else when the one person who meant the world to me is no longer a part of it.” - Gabriella
Thirteen years later and they girls are about to graduate college.  Gabby moved them all to California after living in New York became to unbearable to live with. Her focus has been on her daughters, always them and their needs first.  As they are about to enter the work force and move forward into the world of adulthood, they both wish that their mum could do the same, have some fun and maybe meet someone.
On a girls night out with her daughters and her sister Gina, Gabriella meets a guy at the bar.  His name is Caleb and he is gorgeous. Caleb has been in a bit of a rut in his life, he has some decisions to make about his future and he is tired of doing the same thing day in, day out.  He wants to meet someone special to share his life with.  When he sees Gabby sitting at the bar, she completely takes his breath away.
These two meet again when Caleb walks into the summer school classroom that Gabriella is teaching English in. Neither of them have stopped thinking about each other since they met and this new development is going to test them.
“The only man who’s ever managed to make me want to forget, to feel again, will be sitting in my classroom, undressing me with those eyes.  This is going to be one hell of a semester.” – Gabriella
 There is a huge attraction between these two and now it becomes even more enticing, as it is a forbidden Professor/student attraction.  The pull between them becomes stronger that the fear of being caught and when they succumb to what their hearts and bodies want, it is beautiful.
“You saved me, Gabriella.  Now let me save you.” – Caleb
This is a sweet story about letting yourself feel again, when you thought you never could.   Two people who find each other, heal each other and just love.
As I stretch my vision past Aubrey, to another group of barely-dressed girls, I notice her. Long, coffee-brown hair falling down her back and almost touching her perfectly rounded ass. The ass that’s encased in a skin-tight black number and silky legs accentuated by heels that look dangerous. It’s a sin that someone who looks like her should have her eyes focused on the ground. Focus them on me, I will her. A package as beautifully put together as she is deserves attention—my attention. If only she knew she blows every woman in this room away. And not just because of how striking she is. There’s something about her, something different. This woman is a rare find in a room full of cookie-cutter imitations.
Her shiny waves cascade over her shoulders, bouncing as she walks in my direction. The deep chocolate hue compliments her radiant olive skin tone and her glistening green eyes. This woman is fucking gorgeous. Not the kind you take home to screw, the kind you take home to Mom . . . or, er, Grandma.
“Caleb. I was talking to you.”
I snap back to find Aubrey’s hands around my waist. “Conversation’s over. There’s someone I need to talk to.” I walk away, not even glancing back at Aubrey. I need to know who this woman is. I’m not a spiritual man, but she just might be sent from heaven. She’s the type of woman who could change the whole game. At least that’s the vibe I’m getting.
As I escape Aubrey, it’s as if I’m being magnetically pulled toward the woman now sitting at the bar. I watch her from afar at first, gauging her body language. Her fingers tap on the marble bar top as she waits for the bartender’s attention. She’s new to this. No regular waits for her order to be taken when she looks the way she does. Dude, I want to scream at the bartender, how can you not see her? She’s . . . God, not only is she gorgeous but there’s something about the way she’s fidgeting that tells me she’s completely out of her element. How could this sophisticated beauty be out of her element in a club full of women who wish they had half her class? And why is she here alone? If she were my girl, everyone would know it. My arms would be wrapped around her, my fingers settling on the small of her back, claiming her as mine.
I watch this classy creature as she plays with the curled edges of her hair, twisting the strands around her index finger. I play with my hair when I’m nervous. Is she nervous or just timid? Either way, I want to know. I want to know everything about this damn woman, starting with her name.
When she orders herself a Ketel and Seven I decide to be brave. “Make that two,” I add, getting comfortable in my stool.
At first she eyes me like I’m some creep, but then . . . shit! When our eyes meet it’s as if the universe has made up for every shitty thing that ever came my way.
Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .
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