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Today I’m excited to participate in the Blog Tour of ‘Love Disregarded’ by Rachel Blaufeld. This is an all-new, second chance standalone romance with all the feels and it’s available now!
When I saw the beautiful looking cover of ‘Love Disregarded’ and read the book description I knew this was a book I wanted to read. I never read a Rachel Blaufeld book before, but I love second chance stories so this book was definitely on my TBR. Luckily for me, I got approved to read an ARC and started reading as soon as I could.
In ‘Love Disregarded’ we meet Bexley and Aston. Two people from very different worlds. Bexley grew up without a lot of money, having to work for everything. Aston grew up having everything, his family planned his whole life, and now he is supposed to take over his dads company. This book starts when Bexley and Aston meet. And after they meet and fall in love, we got to the present time more than a decade later.
This book was a very easy to read book. The writing is very descriptive and to the point. I enjoyed getting to know the characters more and more. Bexley was this kind, hardworking and above all loyal girl who didn’t expect anything to come easy. Aston was rich, privileged but also had something kind about him. He saw Bexley, while she was nothing like him.
Although I can say I enjoyed this book, I also had some troubles with this read. For one I felt like things where very rushed. For example the moment Bexley and Aston meet and fell in love. This all happened in about ten pages. This just didn’t feel right to me and I just didn’t really feel their connection for half of the book.
When we moved to the present time, I began to enjoy this book more. But I still felt like things where a little rushed. Many years have passed, but Bexley and Aston still love each other like they have never been separated? Call me a pessimist, but I just didn’t really believe it.
Overall I enjoyed this book but didn’t like these characters and their romance as much as I’d like.
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Bexley, who was standing right in front of me, didn’t say a word. We were facing each other, but she left enough space between us so I couldn’t touch her. My hand shook, wanting to close the divide.
“I was a kid then,” she said. “A foolish, smitten girl looking into a window of a world I knew better than to think I’d ever belong to.”
“Nah, you did belong. Do belong. The only foolish person was me. What I mean is, you were the first person I’d ever come clean to, been honest with, you know? I’d never really told anyone about my mom before and her antics. The endless lying in bed. The pining-away bullshit. At least, I thought it was bull, but she was the one who knew what was up. I chose to believe my dad, and that’s on me.”
“You can’t beat yourself up over that. Not your dad, but your mom. Each of them tried to pit you against the other.”
Bexley finally moved toward me and ran her hand down my arm. Her fingers ghosted over mine, and I grabbed hold of them before she could pull away. My grip might have been tighter than necessary, but the fear of her slipping out of my grasp attacked my heart.
“Look, I know he did us dirty, but back then, he held the keys to everything I wanted.
Thought I wanted. Money, prestige, power. I’d been raised to think that’s what made life worth living, but I was wrong. And when he took you away from me, it was a loss like I’d never felt, a sacrifice I shouldn’t have had to make. Or you.”
A small tear formed in the corner of her eye. I waited for it to fall, but it floated on a precipice—like the current status of my life.
“I can’t go over all of it again. It hurt like hell then, and it still hurts now,” she said, sniffing back more tears. “I tried my best to move on, and that’s all I could do.”
“I know, but I hate that it happened. That I allowed it to happen at all. And to think I did this to you. My dad took you from me and me from you, and with the way he was, I thought you were better off. It’s no defense. Believe me.”
My heart and head pounded in synchronicity from the stress of dredging this all up. The fact I was here . . . with Bexley. It was all too much.
“I can’t. I said I can’t. Let’s not talk about it anymore,” she begged.
She moved back toward the couch and sat down, dropping her head in her hands. Her separation was an immediate shock to my system.
“I want a chance to make it right.” I knelt at her feet, my jeans cutting into the back of my knees, and I welcomed the pain. “Look at me. Please.”
This time, her tears fell heavy and hard. “Why now? I can’t believe this. What are you doing here? Now, of all times?”
“You can believe it. I’m here.” I brought a thumb to each cheek and wiped the wetness away.
“You’re probably going to go to prison. Then what? We’ll have our second chance with me visiting you behind bars? Oh, that’s so romantic, Aston.”
This Blog Tour was organized by Social Butterfly PR.
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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