Time by Penny Reid
Series: Laws of Physics #3
Also in this series: Motion, Space
Published by Everafter Romance on April 16, 2019
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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From the New York Times Bestselling Author Penny Reid
A (brokenhearted) physicist.Now an infamous (who is LITERALLY EVERYWHERE!! UGH!) musician.The worst has already happened.
Mona has learned that she has nothing figured out and plans are meaningless. After leaving her in Aspen, Abram is now breaking sales-records, rising to rock star fame almost overnight. Mona can’t seem to escape him. He is literally everywhere, or at least images of him are.
Just when she thinks things can't get any more confusing, Abram returns . . . What happens next? Only TIME will tell.
I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book.
This is a very hard review to write because… first of all? That blurb is just confusing as eff. Second, this book was so great. SO GREAT. But then the epilogue was absolutely insufficient, IMHO.
So, Time… after Motion and Space, I was 1000% engaged and rooting for Mona and Abram. The long wait was absolutely worth it, as theirs was an amazingly epic love story. So much happens in this trilogy. SO MUCH!
Not surprisingly, Abram cements his position as the bestest musician book boyfriend in the history of romance. He was the best. THE BEST! He was just dreamy and perfect in every way imaginable.
Mona had a lot of issues to overcome, and I loved how she finally was able to come out of her shell and begin to deal with all of that. Her character growth was outstanding, and all coming from Abram gently but firmly egging her on.
Time was the completion of this story that had me gripped from the very start. Although the main couple is young, it does not read as NA so don’t let that be a deterrent when you consider reading it.
I absolutely adored everything in this amazing story. Everything. But then, with all the buildup, I was expecting one mother of an epilogue with loads of forward viewing and some picket fences… or aluminum ones… and thus I was left in a kind of unfinished book buzz… it was weird. So weird!
In a nutshell, Time, as is this whole trilogy is fantastic and everyone should give it a try, because I’m pretty sure everyone will love it and enjoy it as much as I did. Just, you know, don’t go crazy with the epilogxpectations.
Rating: 4.5 “I need more epilogue!” Stars
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I wrapped my arms around her body, lifted her off the ground, and kissed her lips.
She was warm, and soft, and tasted like peppermint and honey. I bit back a groan.
God, she felt good. Great. Celestial. Heavenly. I may have surprised her, but she responded immediately, enthusiastically, twisting her arms around my neck, opening her mouth and welcoming the invasion of mine.
It wasn’t enough.
It was a crumb, and I was starving. Desire—to tighten my hold, devour, take, keep, cherish, to never let her go—obscured thought and sight, and I slipped a hand under her shirt to touch the silky skin of her back, sliding my fingers upward until they rested under her bra strap.
Mona lifted her chin, breaking our mouths apart, and I kissed the point of it, the elegant line of her jaw, the tender spot beneath her ear, the hot skin where Mona’s graceful neck met the slope of her shoulder. I was so hungry for her, I couldn’t stop myself from tasting every exposed inch.
“Abram,” she said, her voice a breathless, disbelieving whisper, followed by a little laugh. Her fingers flexed at the back of my neck, pressing me closer. Every part of my body hummed and vibrated, unable to contain the immensity of now, of this divine feeling.
“You’re here,” she said, her soft voice full of wonder and happiness, soothing the ravenous panic holding me hostage for the past six days. It had been a peculiar kind of madness, not being able to reach her while pretending all was fine, pretending she didn’t occupy my mind every second of the day. But receding now, it left a new kind of turmoil and urgency in its wake.
We had no time.
No, I corrected myself, We have time. We have the rest of our lives.
“I need your fu—your phone number.” I spoke gruffly against her neck, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing her in, again and again, the heat and sweetness of Mona.
I’d missed her, and that was a gross understatement. I’d been speeding toward this moment for days and being with her now felt like the aftermath of a head-on collision. Stupefied, frantic, but determined to enjoy every shared second remaining. My hands were shaking.
We have time. Calm down. Calm down.
Mona laughed lightly, the sound melodic, beautiful, and she pressed a kiss under my ear. “Why didn’t you just ask Leo? Or send me an email?”
I worked to keep the darkness of my thoughts from showing on my face as I leaned away, letting her slide to the ground but unwilling to release her fully, fisting my unsteady hands into her T-shirt. “I couldn’t find an email for you anywhere, and neither could Marie. She tried calling your department for me. They told her all media requests had to go through the PR department at the university and it would take two weeks to a month for a response.”
“Ah, that’s true. My email is on lockdown, otherwise it gets out of hand.” She nodded contritely. “But what about Leo?”
“Leo.” I forced my jaw to relax and I lowered my voice but couldn’t completely disguise the intensity of my wrath. “Leo wouldn’t give me your number.”
Mona’s hand moved to my face, her palm pressed against my cheek, the pads of her fingers softly stroking my beard. “What? Are you serious?”
“Yes,” I ground out. “He said he was doing me a favor. So I flew to LA.”
“You flew to LA?” I felt her body tense, and the moment realization dawned, her beautiful eyes growing impossibly large as they moved over my face. “You must be so tired and—but I wasn’t in LA, I was—”
“Here. Yes. I found that out yesterday when I stopped by your department at Caltech and they told me you weren’t due back until Friday,” I rushed to explain, multitasking, using the time to devour the sight of her, soak and submerge in the reality of being here with her.
Calm down. We. Have. Time.
Meet Penny Reid:
Penny Reid is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Winston Brothers, Knitting in the City, Rugby, and Hypothesis series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she just writes books. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.
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