5+++++ Starstruck Stars
Do you know what happened yesterday morning once I finished this book? I sat there and looked into space trying to mull my thoughts together and wonder how the heck to review such a book like this? You see I absolutely loved Arsen, so when I heard Mia was writing a new book I grabbed it with both hands. Now I'm not saying its as Angsty and gripping as Arsen, but I was definitely compelled by it. A small warning here... this is a difficult book to review. I'm going to try my damn hardest not to spoil anything but if you don't want to know ANYTHING then go read it and come back later.
So onto the Review
This is a book about Blaire and her life. There are many a character while reading this story you will get to know them but the core is that this is her life. So Blaire, she's a Gold digger plain and simple she seeks money, she seeks power maybe? She wants to be desired, she wants to be sinful, she wants to be striking as she walks into a room and then she wants people to want to be her, but she doesn't want LOVE all in all she LOVES two things 1.Money and 2.Sex.
But I really do think there's more to her, Blaire grew up in a unloved home in that she doesn't know love and cause of it she doesn't want it, she got bullied at school so now she wants those bullies to now want to be her and that's exactly what she became A tiger, a devil?
So she takes risks and goes after what she wants and she's not ashamed to show people who she is she raises her head walks straight ahead and lays it all bare and she tells herself that she has no feelings for these men and when they kick her out she just moves onto the next.
So lets explain some of the characters
So lets go onto the nitty gritty Blaire becomes friendly with a gentle and loving man that really becomes more than just sex she see's more with him and truly she starts to feel he also scares her. He see's a future and she see's what life could possible be to be happy.
Lawrence has money and lots of it. He can provide a future full of money and basically he wants Blaire, I really see more to Lawrence than we are first to believe but he is animalistic Stunning an elegant man of power and everything that Blaire strives to be and want to be with, this is what and who she seeks to be with (With Ease, this is the easy option for Blaire) Its normal to be with Lawrence.
I really just want to explain that although there is actually several men but in particular two THIS IS NOT A LOVE TRIANGLE & DOESN'T INCLUDE CHEATING.This is no Arsen #Blairenevercomeswhensheswithanothermanonlywiththeonesheswith. Did you get that? Let me write it again basically when Blaire is with a man she stays with him for a while and never sleeps and has sex with another man till she's finished with that man therefore both these men have a special place for Blaire and are both I suppose in my opinion fighting for her attention ever so gently they want her and so its not essentially about what she wants but about how she gets there. Basically they are never together at once.[It's done separately on different occasions and never does Blaire be with both of them together, although that is my personal hope 'winks winks' Blaire is only with one man at a time. (hide spoiler)]
But with Lawrence I would say is a much easier task, he has a understanding of who Blaire is whereas Ronan needs more attention and its a bit more harder for Blaire to be with saying that Ronan fits Blaire in places she probably doesn't even understand herself.
In my opinion this is much more of a character building story and Mia has taken the time for you to understand the depths that lay underneath layer by layer you will see how they feel and how those walls have been put up, you will love Blaire and then dislike her although there is just something unique different and appealing to us readers that make us love her. I did dislike her she made me frustrated and angry but I just was so mesmerised by her that all in all I loved her whole character I just can't wait to see more of her personality unfold in book 2.
So what team am I on? #TeamTorn for me! I just loved them both. I loved Lawrence's animalistic primal nature but I just loved Ronans love and nurturing but then protective way. I just honestly don't know who's best for Blaire Right Now.
To Sum Up
While reading this and maybe at times wondering about the plot just draw yourself back to the fact this is a character building story, Mia has done what she does so well in her books she's made me feel and this is Blaires story how she gets to become HER.
So until Spring that is all.......
What is love?
I don’t know.
I’ve never had it.
Is it even real?
No, I don’t think so. I mean, how can I believe in love when I’ve never witnessed it? When it seems to only exist in books and films, or in the lives of more fortunate people than me? Trust me, I know.
Love is my personal chimera.
I am gazing at brown eyes, admiring the richness of the color, the beauty of the man to whom they belong to.
“You’re so beautiful, Blaire … so wet,” he murmurs, his hand going between my legs as he begins to rub me. His fingers spread me open to their soft invasion, tuning my body to his wants and needs, preparing me to be taken as the hot friction of his touch lights a wild fire within my body. It’s not the first time he has touched me like this, but each time feels better and better—the sensations all-consuming and heady.
Over and over again.
His invasion is fast and slow, deep and shallow. His touch is soiled heaven.
As I open my legs wider for him, I wonder if it feels this good because of him or because I’m taking something that doesn’t belong to me and making it mine.
“Oh God … I love you, Blaire. I love you … I love you …” he pants in my ear.
“Don’t stop … it feels so good,” I breathe.
Okay, maybe it’s because at this moment in time this man thinks he loves me and no one else but me, however false his proclamation may be.
I close my eyes as his lips land on mine. He kisses me softly as if I’m made out of gold, kissing me with that familiar mouth I’ve seen smile tenderly at me so many times before. The assault of his tongue debilitates me but doesn’t incapacitate me.
“It’s four dollars, gorgeous,” the cute barista says, smiling at me.
I’m about to pay for my cappuccino when I hear a deep, manly voice say, “Let me get that for you.”
A man wearing a beige suit comes forward, standing next to me as he hands the barista some bills. “I’ve seen you around … you’re Paige’s friend.”
I smile, licking my suddenly dry lips. “Thank you, and yes … I know Paige.”
The smile on his handsome face seems to freeze as his gaze follows the tip of my tongue, the spark of hunger brightening his eyes. Inwardly, I smile because who knew it was so easy to make men desire me, particularly when I went without attention for so long.
“My pleasure. Are you,” he coughs, “here with someone else?”
I shake my head and look at him through fluttering eyelashes. “No, I’m here all by myself.” I pause, touching his arm invitingly, and smile. “Would you like to join me?”
He looks around the coffee shop, probably considering if he should, if it’s proper to do so, but less than five seconds later, he’s staring at me once again. “Sure.”
Yes, just like that.
The beige walls are spinning.
The clock is ticking.
The bedsprings creak as the moon cries outside the motel window.
And the man above me kisses me while he fingers me, preparing me for him. Gotta love such a thoughtful man.
I can taste his sweet saliva mixing with mine, and I love it.
“Please,” I beg against his lips, reaching for his hard cock and wrapping my fingers around it. “I’m ready.”
I feel his mouth leave mine as he begins to make his way down my partially dressed body. “Are you sure, Blaire? Are you sure you want to do this with me?”
I open my eyes to witness what I think I want him to do. No, what I’m sure I want him to do. I can’t help the smile I feel playing on my lips as I see him struggling with his conscience. He asks me if I’m sure when he has already fucked my mouth with his cock countless number of times, when his fingers have filled every orifice of my body. Should I laugh? No … I decide to take pity instead.
“I’m sure, so sure,” I say, letting my arms land like dead weight on the bed, the cheap fabric rough against my skin.
When I feel the bed dip between my legs, I instinctively open them for him and watch as he brings a condom package to his mouth. As he rips it open with his teeth, I admire his perfect full lips that emphasize how masculine he is.
I feel pleased with myself.
So fucking pleased because he wants me.
Mr. Callahan wants me. Me. Can you believe it? Chubby Blaire. Ugly and awkward Blaire.
I guess I’m not that ugly anymore. My body? What was considered fat as a child is now called boobs and ass. Guys want it. They want me. They want to touch me, grope me, feel me … they want to screw me. And it feels good to be wanted … so good. It makes me feel powerful, and like a potent drug spreading inside your bloodstream, I want more.
I need more.
“Hurry up,” I say, not bothering to be shy or coy about it. I mean, he brought me here to have sex, right?
“Fuck, give me a second, Blaire. Trying to get the damn condom on my dick.”
As he rolls the rubber on his stiff dick, his eyes wonder over my bare chest, my face, my spread legs. Shaking his head as if trying to clear his mind, he mutters, “You’re so beautiful. I want you so much.”
That’s not the first time I have heard those words come out of a man’s mouth. Josh tells me all the time how beautiful I am, how perfect I am, how much he wants me, how much he loves me. But he’s my friend with benefits. The words kind of lose their meaning when it’s the same person saying them to you over and over again.
Those two words are all it takes for him to spread my legs wider with his hands and finally enter me with his throbbing dick. Pain shoots through my body, and a groan escapes my mouth when he covers my body with his. I feel his whole length inside me in one deep thrust.
“Christ, you’re so tight.”
He lifts both my legs, wrapping them around his lean waist and starts to thrust. Hard. It hurts. But I like the pain. It sobers me.
And that’s when reality comes crashing down on me. It hits me with the speed and blinding power of a torpedo, making me realize what I’m doing. What I’m giving away and the man doesn’t even know it.
What the hell am I doing?
Proving that you are your mother’s daughter.
Making her proud.
The room is filled with the noises of the man grunting his pleasure and the wet slapping of our skin; it makes me want to gag. I want to throw up. Maybe it’s the alcohol I drank.
Maybe it’s self-disgust.
The initial pain is gone and now I just feel sore. And strange.
His beautiful face lowers, his lips about to connect with mine, and I feel the bile rise inside my throat. I turn my face to the side, his kiss landing on my cheek. My eyes watch the way the lights in the bathroom illuminate all its used and dirty ugliness.
“Oh God, I’m going to come … I’m going to come … I’m going to come,” he continues to pant in my ear, pumping in and out of my body. Before I know what’s happening, he half-screams and half groans, his body going tense on top of mine.
And just like that it’s over. In less than five minutes I’ve managed to kill a part of me.
Our breathing evens and he pulls out, moving to stand up. I push myself up on my elbows to see him inspect his condom. It still glistens. By the time he lifts his eyes, connecting with mine, I’ve already wrapped my body with the duvet cover.
Confusion, shock, and pleasure reflect in those brown eyes. “I-I didn’t know … I …” His hands go to his hair as we stare at each other. “I didn’t know you were a virgin.”
I shrug my shoulder carelessly, causing the duvet to slide down, exposing my bare breasts to him. His eyes immediately flare with lust. “It doesn’t matter … I wanted it to be you.”
And that’s the truth.
“But nothing. If it bothers you, then forget it happened. I already did,” I say, ending the conversation.
This is my body. I will have the last word. Not him. Not anyone. This is my life. This is my decision.
Without giving myself a chance to doubt my next words, I turn to look at him in all his naked beauty, the gold wedding ring on his finger catching my attention. “Don’t worry, Mr. Callahan … I won’t tell your daughter that you fucked her classmate.”
And with that, I seal my destiny.
I'm a writer, a hopeless romantic, a wanderer, a dreamer, a cynic, and a believer. And, oh yes…I might be a bit crazy - but who isn't?
I believe in happy endings however I know that not everyone is lucky enough to get one, but such is life. I think fine lines exist to be pushed and possibly crossed.