May
I’ve been a huge Samantha Young fan for a while now. I just love everything she writes. Contemporary Romance, Paranormal Romance I love both genres by her. So when I saw ‘Black Tangled Heart’ was coming soon, I got super excited. ‘Black Tangled Heart’ is part of the Play on series, but it is a standalone. The books in this series are connected by the theme of the arts industry, not by characters. And when I received the ARC of this book, I was beyond excited and started reading as soon as I could.
In ‘Black Tangled Heart’ we meet Jane and Jamie. Both had a hard time growing up. When Jane becomes best friends with Jamie’s little sister, she also instantly falls for Jamie. As years past, Jane and Jamie grow closer and closer. But life still isn’t easy for them, and when something horrible happens it seems impossible for them to stay together.
Samantha Young’s writing always makes you feel all kind of emotions. And this book is definitely packed with emotions, and it gives you all the feels. From the moment I started reading, I was hooked and I read this book in one day. The two main characters Jane and Jamie are just so good to read about. Jane the orphaned, observant beautiful girl and Jamie the handsome, charming writer. These characters are definitely two of my favorites.
The relationship between Jane and Jamie is right from the start very intense. Their chemistry is flying of the pages, their connection is just unique and their love for each other is something you can definitely feel. And I loved reading every minute of this story, even if things got hard to read at times.
I don’t know how Samantha does it, but this book was even greater than her last one. Like every book of her I read always seems to be. This story made me cry, made me laugh, made me feel angry and sad, frustrated and happy. It was definitely a roller coaster from start to finish. I loved how this story began when they were in their teens, and ended with them being in their twenties in present time. And even if such a big amount of time went by, it never felt rushed.
I loved every page of this book and I just couldn’t put it down. If you’re a lover of Contemporary Romance this book is definitely for you!
To my gratitude, the laundry room was empty as I crashed around inside it. I hauled out my stash of detergent and softener from my allocated locker and started separating my whites.
That rat bastard. My heart raced, sweat gathered under my arms, and it agitated me. An encounter with Jamie was the equivalent of fifteen shots of caffeine.
And I hated that he knew I was lying to Asher. Something he could easily hold over my head.
“You are a very angry laundry doer.”
Jamie’s deep, rich voice startled me. Trying to control my breathing, I glared over at him standing in the doorway. Arms and ankles crossed as he leaned casually against the jamb. He wore a T-shirt and jeans. Nothing had changed there.
He was still the sexiest man I’d ever seen.
God, I hate him.
“What the hell are you doing in this building?” I turned my back on him, marching over to the stacked washers and dryers.
“I had no idea you lived here,” he lied, his voice growing closer as he crossed the room toward me.
Attempting not to react physically, to not hunch my shoulders in tension, I stared unseeing at the machines. What was I in the middle of doing again?
“What a surprise to find out you’re my neighbor.”
I snorted in disbelief and turned around, shocked to find him already in my personal space.
“Liar.” I dragged my gaze insolently down his body and back up. “Move away. And I mean that in more ways than one.”
“Oh, does my presence bother you?” His wicked smile caused somersaults in my belly.
“What are you doing here?” I ignored his proximity. Okay, I tried to ignore his proximity.
In answer, he stepped into me and I stumbled against the machines at my back. Jamie pressed the palms of his hands on the dryer, caging me in. My breath caught and held as his scent flooded me. That dark, earthy scent was enticing, and my body betrayed my emotions.
Feeling panic rise, I pushed at his chest, but he wouldn’t budge. “Jamie?”
Those ocean eyes wandered over my face, cold, calculating. “He doesn’t know who I am. You haven’t told him.”
I lowered my hands. Touching him was even more discombobulating. “No.”
He bent his head toward mine until our noses almost touched. I sucked in a breath. “I wonder why you’re keeping it from him?”
Determined not to let him see how much he affected me, I glared up at him. He’d only have to touch me, hold my hand, to realize I was trembling. His face was so familiar. His lips were lips I’d thought I’d kiss for the rest of my life. Why did the pain of it never dull? Why did it still feel like a shard of glass through my chest? “Did you leak those tapes of Foster Steadman to Asher’s mom?”
Something menacing flashed in his eyes before he banked it. “And if I did?”
“Are you being smart, Jamie?”
“Are you asking out of concern for me or for your billionaire boy toy?”
“Jamie.”
“Never mind. I don’t care.” The bastard dipped his nose to my throat, and I tensed against the stacked machines. He inhaled, his nose brushing my skin, and my fingers bit into the washer behind me. “You smell different,” he whispered, lifting his head to my ear. “Expensive perfume. You’ve come up in the world.”
I felt his breath caress my skin seconds before his teeth touched my earlobe. Gasping, I instinctively pushed my palms against his stomach as he bit down hard, causing a flush of heat between my legs.
With a dark chuckle, Jamie released my ear after one last nibble and whispered, “Is he the jealous type, Jane?”
* I received an ARC of this book in exhange for my honest review *
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Maureen is a mom, wife, nurse, and Ravenclaw living in the Netherlands. She spends her days juggling mom-life, reading, blogging, planning date nights with her husband and working as a nurse. Maureen also is a big Anglophile, loves cooking, Gilmore Girls, Bridgerton and Harry Potter.. Always! Facebook | Instagram
