✰ Bianca ✰ 
M. O'KEEFE
Everything I left Unsaid
Everything I left Unsaid
★★★★★
5 Stars
I didn’t think answering someone else’s cellphone would change my life. But the stranger with the low, deep voice on the other end of the line tempted me, awakened my body, set me on fire. He was looking for someone else. Instead he found me.
And I found a hot, secret world where I felt alive for the first time.
His name was Dylan, and, strangely, he made me feel safe. Desired. Compelled. Every dark thing he asked me to do, I did. Without question. I longed to meet him, but we were both keeping secrets. And mine were dangerous. If I took the first step, if I got closer to Dylan—emotionally, physically—then I wouldn’t be hiding anymore. I would be exposed, with nothing left to surrender but the truth. And my truth could hurt us both.
24-year-old Annie just arrived at a North-Carolina trailer park. She rents an old trailer and will start working for the manager as a groundskeeper. Annie landed here after escaping from somewhere. From someone. She's full of bruises and bad dreams.
She hasn't even been in her new home for minutes when she hears a phone ring. Not hers - she doesn't have one. It must be the previous owner's phone.
Annie decides to answer - and from that moment on, her life, and the caller's, will never be the same again!
She hasn't even been in her new home for minutes when she hears a phone ring. Not hers - she doesn't have one. It must be the previous owner's phone.
Annie decides to answer - and from that moment on, her life, and the caller's, will never be the same again!
On the other side of the line is Dylan.
Mysterious Dylan with the sexy voice.
He lives in the mountains, working on some secret stuff.
And he needs whoever's living in that trailer park to keep an eye on Ben - an old guy two trailers down.
Both Annie and Dylan are surprised by their instant attraction to each other ... through the phone!
And even though they're both so not looking for a relationship, they can't stop thinking about the other.
They can't stay away from the phone. They only talk - verrrrry erotic talking!!!! But that's all it's ever going to be....or is it?
And what about Ben? Annie likes him; she helps him with his garden, they talk, share stories. But why does Dylan think he's dangerous?
What will happen to Annie & Dylan?
Will they ever meet??? o.O
Will there be a HEA?
Will everybody die at the end?
Or will there be a horrible Cliffhanger?
Will they ever meet??? o.O
Will there be a HEA?
Will everybody die at the end?
Or will there be a horrible Cliffhanger?
I'm not telling you that of course ☺
yup - horrible Cliffy - but book #2 will be out sooooon!
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DYLAN! grrrrrrrrr ☺
I had NO idea what to expect when I started reading.
And I was positively surprised.
The story had everything I need in my sexy romances.
SEXY MOMENTS:
Well - they're not ^^those^^ kinds of sexy moments. At the beginning it's only very erotic phone sex.
Then we have cute, moving, sad, suspensy and mysterious moments!
Just perfect.
It was so different to other romances.
Dylan and Annie don't meet for almost the whole book (well, not really, but I won't tell you how long it takes for them to meet face to face ☺). They just talk on the phone - have phone sex!!! Oy! Very sexy - I wish this was an audio book, spoken by a guy with a reallllly sexy Dylan-voice!
And next to all that sexy talking we constantly think about what happened to our two darlings, and what will happen and why this and why that and who and where and when and grrrrrrr - I just want them to finally meet and get their HEA!!!!
But I guess we'll have to wait a bit for our HEA ... I don't think Annie's ex will let her be happy on her own and whatever happened in Dylan's past will probably come calling too...
I can't wait to find out how this story will end!!!!
EVERYTHING I LEFT UNSAID was an extremely erotic and moving & exciting & mysterious romance. About secrets, about the past & the future, about fear and hope, about family, new friends .... and new beginnings!!! ☺
Now please hurry November ..... I NEEEEED to know how Annie & Dylan's story will end!
EXCERPT
Two years since he’d ended things with Jennifer. He was twenty-nine years old and he lived like a
monk. Margaret said it was because he had trust issues. He didn’t argue. Though Margaret was probably implying that he didn’t trust other people.
Which was true—to a point.
The person he really didn’t trust was himself.
What would he do to someone as innocent as Layla? How would the blood and dirt on his hands ruin her?
But Layla didn’t know anything about him. The accident. His past. His money.
She knew nothing. And her voice had still broken with interest and desire.
That’s what he couldn’t shake.
It was obvious she’d lied to him about not living at the trailer park. Probably her name, too. So maybe he wouldn’t tell her about himself. Those things he didn’t want anyone to know. He wouldn’t lie; he just wouldn’t tell her.
If she was going to pretend to be someone else, so would he.
And he could be anyone.
Suddenly the ache was back in his flesh. In his blood.
Thinking about her—the potential of her, the potential of who he could be with her—he was hard,
again.
He sighed and put his head against his fist where it rested on the window. It was dark out there, the only light the bright spark of that campfire in the distance. And it was dark in his house.
It was dark in him. Always had been.
monk. Margaret said it was because he had trust issues. He didn’t argue. Though Margaret was probably implying that he didn’t trust other people.
Which was true—to a point.
The person he really didn’t trust was himself.
What would he do to someone as innocent as Layla? How would the blood and dirt on his hands ruin her?
But Layla didn’t know anything about him. The accident. His past. His money.
She knew nothing. And her voice had still broken with interest and desire.
That’s what he couldn’t shake.
It was obvious she’d lied to him about not living at the trailer park. Probably her name, too. So maybe he wouldn’t tell her about himself. Those things he didn’t want anyone to know. He wouldn’t lie; he just wouldn’t tell her.
If she was going to pretend to be someone else, so would he.
And he could be anyone.
Suddenly the ache was back in his flesh. In his blood.
Thinking about her—the potential of her, the potential of who he could be with her—he was hard,
again.
He sighed and put his head against his fist where it rested on the window. It was dark out there, the only light the bright spark of that campfire in the distance. And it was dark in his house.
It was dark in him. Always had been.
How easy it would be to lick his hand, slide it into his pants, and take care of this ache. Hard and fast, until at least for a brief bright moment, he could let himself go. Let all of it go.
But he didn’t much like easy.
But he didn’t much like easy.
He didn’t question how he knew it, but Layla would call him.
And he would wait for her.
But perhaps he would send her something. Just to move things along.
And he would wait for her.
But perhaps he would send her something. Just to move things along.
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