When you have a perfect marriage, only an impossible reconnection could make you risk it all.
Today we are thrilled to be on tour with USA Today bestselling author Marni Mann’s highly anticipated and emotionally charged contemporary romance, EVEN IF IT HURTS
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When I met her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
We were so young and so passionate.
We studied business in the day and each other’s bodies at night.
We always knew it would end with the semester, so we loved hard with no regrets.
When I met her, I couldn’t get her off my mind.
We were fresh out of college and ready to take on the world.
We fit each other like missing puzzle pieces.
And just when I thought my life was perfect, it got better. She became my wife.
I met my first love while studying abroad in London.
When I moved home, I didn’t think I’d ever fall in love again.
Until I met him. The man who became my husband.
The one I promised a lifetime to.
Then, my first love came back into my life …
And I realized that love was bigger than any one man.
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Reviewed by Sharon Thérèse at KFF
I finished Even If It Hurts over a week ago, but what I never expected is for a story and its characters to have such an impact on my everyday thoughts. I still don’t know why I’m so profoundly affected by it since I’ve read this subgenre more times than I can count. The only conclusion I can reach is that the author’s not only successfully hit home, but also made me examine my capability to judge. Although I wasn’t jumping for joy with some elements of the story, it’s a read to be seriously considered. And as boundaries will be crossed, I’d highly recommend reading the synopsis if you haven’t already.
Mann’s storytelling is indisputably good. She made it difficult for me to control my emotions, and to say she cracked it with loves so unconditional would be putting it mildly. Set over a period of years and split into four parts, before anything else one gets the rush of first love and all the feels that go with it. My own memories came flooding back. The elations, passion and then the hurt of betrayal. Of course, betrayal comes in many forms and is therefore interpreted differently.
“… Even if it hurts. Even if it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do, you have to stop.”
Oliver wowed the pants off me! Gorgeous, bearded and smooth-talking, Marni got the Brit lingo and collocations down to a tee. His loveable best mates, their banter and where they went together aroused many feelings of familiarity. But more importantly, the way he put the love of his life before himself.
“People disappear when there’s magic involved.”
“But I’m not going anywhere.”
The story flows effortlessly into the heroine’s new rose-coloured life. Although I was still in my comfort zone, it all felt too good to be true. For me, Chloe and Lance were a match made in heaven. Their pitch-perfect dialogue moved me, how he encouraged her career aspirations without much ado and how he supported her regardless of work obligations. However, was what occurred later fate or destiny? As fate can’t be chosen, I thought that at the very least, Chloe could have set a limit on love. Especially well-knowing someone wouldn’t come out unscathed. And as it’s not my place to say what her destiny will be, you’ll just have to read her story to find out.
“Sometimes, you have to leave for a while to remember why you fell in love in the first place.”
I was a nervous wreck three-quarters of the way into the book. No matter how hard I tried to put myself in Chloe’s shoes, I had trouble coping with some pretty spontaneous decisions made in some even more intense scenes. Sometimes we let our heart rule our head yet the reality of her doings because they did feel so lifelike, shattered me.
“One day, I hope the hurt will finally go away.”
Even If It Hurts is impeccably written. The author broke my heart to mend it and then break it again. I can’t possibly tell you whose team I was on as I adored both Oliver and Lance equally. Despite bawling my eyes out in the last chapter, a niggly feeling wouldn’t leave me alone—the hidden truth. Chloe does get advice from her bestie whom I really connected with but if it were me giving Chloe it, I still have no idea what I’d say to her. One thing’s for sure, not all is fair in love. Bravo Marni!
“You know this is wrong; you don’t need me to tell you that. I’ve never judged you, and I’m certainly not going to start now.”
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“What can I get you?” the bartender asked, his hands hovering, waiting to reach for one of the bottles.
I gripped the edge of the bar top, holding the cold leather, and said, “Prosecco, please.”
The speakeasy wasn’t too packed tonight, just a steady business crowd filling the main space and the small seating nooks that were like little dens built into the perimeter.
My eyes were falling over the row of wine, studying the labels, when I felt a piece of fabric brush across the side of my arm. I turned just in time to see a dark suit jacket leaving my skin, and with it came a scent. One that was so sharp and demanding—the smell of power if it came in a bottle.
I couldn’t believe how much I liked it.
My gaze traveled higher to the silk tie, the broad shoulders, and the full frame that was at least six-three and all suit. And I found myself holding in my breath as I took in this absolutely gorgeous man with thick black hair and a clean-shaven face, blue eyes so dark that they looked navy.
“Have you ordered?” he asked in a rich, deep voice.
“He’s making mine now.”
It was easy to see there was nothing raw about this man. He had a polished, educated demeanor with a richness that went well beyond the cost of his suit.
He smiled, and I found myself sucked into it, unable to look away. “What’s your name?”
With a stare as invasive as his, one I felt move straight through me, it seemed my name was something he should certainly know at this point.
He turned his body so he was now facing me, showing me details I hadn’t picked up before—a narrow, angular nose and tiny wrinkles at the sides of his eyes. His hand reached forward, and when it surrounded mine, he said, “Lance Hamilton.”
“Here’s your Prosecco,” the bartender said, and from the corner of my eye, I saw him set down the glass.
“Add that to my tab, and I’ll take a scotch,” Lance said with his eyes on me.
I knew my cheeks were blushing, and it wasn’t because he was paying for the drink. “You don’t have to do that.”
“I can’t let a beautiful woman like yourself pay for her own drink.” His eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone else here who should be buying it?”
“No.” I shook my head. “Only you.”
My hand was still in his, gripped in a shake that I felt all the way up to my shoulder, across my chest, and down to my other hand that was clenching the cold glass of champagne.
My comment seemed to make his smile grow, and he held my hand for a second longer before releasing me.
“I was just coming to find you,” Molly said, startling me, her arm then snaking around my waist. “Looks like Lance found you instead.”
I glanced at my best friend, knowing Lance could hear us. “You know him?”
“I work with Marshall,” Lance said before Molly could reply, and he leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. “Nice to see you, Molly.”
She grinned at him. “You too.”
He hadn’t been part of the group Molly and Marshall introduced me to when we first arrived, nor had I seen him at any of the parties I attended with her. If I’d met Lance before, I wouldn’t have forgotten.
“I’ll see you back at the table,” she said, her arm leaving my waist, and she gave me a look I knew well. It was one that told me she approved, and then she was gone just as the bartender handed Lance his drink.
“Thank you again,” I said as he handed the bartender his credit card. He held his glass in the air, near mine, smiling.
“To the morning and everything that happens in between.”
I laughed, clicking my Prosecco to his scotch, and it felt like a warmth had crept over me, even before I put my lips to glass and swallowed.
Bestselling Author Marni Mann knew she was going to be a writer since middle school. While other girls her age were daydreaming about teenage pop stars, Mann was fantasizing about penning her first novel. She crafts sexy, titillating stories that weave together her love of darkness, mystery, passion, and human emotion. A New Englander at heart, she now lives in Sarasota, Florida with her husband and their two dogs who subsequently have been characters in her books. When she’s not nose deep in her laptop working on her next novel, she’s scouring for chocolate, sipping wine, traveling to new locations, and devouring fabulous books.
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