Title: More Than a Memory
Author: Marie James
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: November 9, 2016
Blurb
“You’re gorgeous. Even better looking than the day I fell in love with you.”
The words are a constant reminder of what true love is. Olivia Dawson’s alarm goes off at the same time every day and she disappears into her room to hear Duncan’s voice, see his face, miss him even more for being untouchable. Olivia loves with her entire heart, and her love for Duncan is unmatched, but there’s something about her new roommate she just can’t seem to ignore—no matter how hard she tries.
“I miss you so much.”
“Can’t be more than I miss you.”
The words are a constant reminder of how unavailable Olivia is, and Bryson Daniels isn’t one for competition off the baseball field, but since the moment he knocked on the door to his new apartment and his roommate “Ollie” wasn’t who he expected, he can’t help but consider bending a few of his rules—even if it means heeding to Olivia’s.
“I love you, sweet cheeks. Chat with you later?”
Bryson hears the conversations through the paper thin walls, but there’s a pain inside Olivia he can’t seem to walk away from. He vows to be there for her when the voice on the other side of the computer inevitably breaks her heart, but will he ever be able to compete with someone who’s more than a memory?
The words are a constant reminder of how unavailable Olivia is, and Bryson Daniels isn’t one for competition off the baseball field, but since the moment he knocked on the door to his new apartment and his roommate “Ollie” wasn’t who he expected, he can’t help but consider bending a few of his rules—even if it means heeding to Olivia’s.
“I love you, sweet cheeks. Chat with you later?”
Bryson hears the conversations through the paper thin walls, but there’s a pain inside Olivia he can’t seem to walk away from. He vows to be there for her when the voice on the other side of the computer inevitably breaks her heart, but will he ever be able to compete with someone who’s more than a memory?
REVIEW
Review by: Jennifer
(5 stars)
WOW, I just can't get
enough of Marie James! The blurb doesn't tell you just what this
story is about, and I'm not going to spoil it and tell you; must read it
for yourself.
Olivia is in love with
Duncan, but she can only see him on the computer, and it has taken over her
life. This separation is taking its toll on Olivia; she barely eats, stopped
going to school, she sits by her computer and waits for when its time to chat
with Duncan. Her mother decides that its time for a roommate, and this is where
Bryson comes into the picture.
Bryson see Olivia and at
first he keeps his distance, but slowly Olivia creeps under his skin, the need
to see her more, the need to be with her, but he is respectful of Duncan, until
he has to make her see that he is in front of her and Duncan isn't.
To say that this was amazing
doesn't even give it enough praise. The twist you never see coming, you keep
asking yourself if Bryson will get Olivia to see the truth. The sexy times were
incredibly hot. 5 stars all the way!
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EXCERPT
I join him on the couch and wait for the awkward conversation to pop up again. It’s not the first time he’s caught me appreciating his body, and if he keeps living here, it won’t be the last. In my defense, he’s practically half naked and cut like an Olympian. I’d like to meet a heterosexual woman who wouldn’t do a double take at a shirtless Bryson Daniels. I imagine the list would lean toward the geriatric end of the spectrum, or the blind.
“What are you doing?” he chastises as I scoot a sliver of watercress away from my food. “That’s the best part!”
I hold my plate up for him as he stabs the evil vegetable with his fork and pops it into his mouth.
Plush lips, strong jaw, and masculine slashed eyebrows—this man has everything going for him.
I give my head a slight shake and turn my attention back to the TV. He seems relaxed and unfazed by sitting on the couch beside me. I, on the other hand, am full of turmoil. His thigh is touching mine, his shoulder bumps mine every now and then, and my body shakes slightly when he laughs, ever aware of his proximity.
“You seem like a Hermione,” he says as Harry and Ron sit down beside her in the library.
I watch her with sad eyes as she struggles to remain proud and unaffected by the naysayers trying to pull her down. I’m nothing like her. She stands up to those who throw negativity her way. She faces adversity with her head held high. I cower and hide.
“I wish I were as strong as her,” I say, my voice low. “I used to be like her.”
“What changed?” I tilt my head in his direction, finding the softness in his voice matches the compassion in his eyes.
Looking away, I shake my head, trying my best not to let the tears stinging my eyes fall down my cheek.
“Hey,” Bryson says, reaching over and hooking a finger under my chin, “forget I said anything.”
His finger is gone just as fast, and I miss his touch immediately. My appetite gone, I lean forward and place my half eaten plate of food on the coffee table, the idea of hiding away in my room sounding better by the second.
“Nope,” Bryson says. Picking up my plate, he puts it back on my lap and points to the pile of broccoli. “None of that. Only those in the Slytherin house refuse to eat their vegetables. You’re not Slytherin, are you?”
I grin at his silliness. “Hufflepuff all the way.”
I pop a chunk of food in my mouth.
“That’s what I thought.”
“What are you doing?” he chastises as I scoot a sliver of watercress away from my food. “That’s the best part!”
I hold my plate up for him as he stabs the evil vegetable with his fork and pops it into his mouth.
Plush lips, strong jaw, and masculine slashed eyebrows—this man has everything going for him.
I give my head a slight shake and turn my attention back to the TV. He seems relaxed and unfazed by sitting on the couch beside me. I, on the other hand, am full of turmoil. His thigh is touching mine, his shoulder bumps mine every now and then, and my body shakes slightly when he laughs, ever aware of his proximity.
“You seem like a Hermione,” he says as Harry and Ron sit down beside her in the library.
I watch her with sad eyes as she struggles to remain proud and unaffected by the naysayers trying to pull her down. I’m nothing like her. She stands up to those who throw negativity her way. She faces adversity with her head held high. I cower and hide.
“I wish I were as strong as her,” I say, my voice low. “I used to be like her.”
“What changed?” I tilt my head in his direction, finding the softness in his voice matches the compassion in his eyes.
Looking away, I shake my head, trying my best not to let the tears stinging my eyes fall down my cheek.
“Hey,” Bryson says, reaching over and hooking a finger under my chin, “forget I said anything.”
His finger is gone just as fast, and I miss his touch immediately. My appetite gone, I lean forward and place my half eaten plate of food on the coffee table, the idea of hiding away in my room sounding better by the second.
“Nope,” Bryson says. Picking up my plate, he puts it back on my lap and points to the pile of broccoli. “None of that. Only those in the Slytherin house refuse to eat their vegetables. You’re not Slytherin, are you?”
I grin at his silliness. “Hufflepuff all the way.”
I pop a chunk of food in my mouth.
“That’s what I thought.”
AUTHOR BIO
Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.
Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.
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