LET IT BE ME
By: Barbara Speak
Cover Model: Mac Robinson
"I love a book that can keep me guessing! With twists and turns you won't see coming this is a must read for 2015!"
#1 NYT Best Selling Author Rachel Van Dyken
Arianna Dubray is nothing like the girl she left in Baltimore. Once a Prada shoe wearing, Michael Kors bag carrying, on top of the world seventeen-year-old girl, Arianna knew that her life would never be the same when she got out of the car in middle-of-nowhere Montana.
Canyon Michaels is the keeper of his own dark secrets. Plagued by his family name, he's forced to prove the town wrong and make it on his own.
The last thing Arianna needs is a reason to stay, but with every passing day the decision to leave becomes harder. Once their paths cross nothing can tear them apart, other than the secrets that start to surface and the nightmares that soon become their reality.
This book kept handing out little bits of hidden surprises left and right. Not only was there a hot, sexy, bull riding stud to keep me glued to my Kindle, but the storyline was attention grabbing as well. Barbara Speak really knows how to layer in the emotion to make the biggest impact. I like to think of myself of a bit of a hard arse when it comes to the need to grab for my tissues, but there were parts of this story that really put my street cred into question for sure. I love it when a rough and tough guy uses his inner gooeyness to break down those strong walls the girl puts up. Arianna tried her hardest to avoid falling for the sex in jeans and boots neighbor, but how can you possible resist Canyon's resilient charm? I know I couldn't...I was a goner from the get go.
"I was leaving and nothing good could come from getting closer to Canyon. He served as a good distraction, but that was all I ever could let him be." -Ari
To say that Arianna and her little sister Shelby deserved to escape the shitty life they were forced to endure, would be the understatement of the year. I was a boiling mass of angry energy with the unfairness of their situation. This is where Barbara Speak really shines as an author. The emotional impact she is able to deliver from the tragic, harsh, and raw parts of her stories is done flawlessly. She doesn't always go with the obvious route that the reader would typically expect.
"There isn't anything I want more than for you to get out of that house but selfishly I don't think life will be the same." -Canyon
So we go on the journey with Ari trying to protect all the people she cares about by keeping secrets and sacrificing all the things she wants. She is a stubborn character with a selfless heart of gold. All you want is for her to get all those inner subdued wishes she refuses to let believe will ever come true. Canyon tries his damnedest to make her believe she can let him in and still be able to protect her. But like all good stories go, it is never that easy. *Cue horrible nasty characters bursting every hope-bubble insight* Will Canyon be able to protect Ari or will outside forces be victorious in the end? Can Ari ever feel safe enough to let her guard down for good? Will all the secrets be too much?
"I never needed your protection, Ari. I have only needed you." -Canyon
I thoroughly enjoyed all these characters, despite the occasional fist pounding frustration. It all made it worthwhile in the end of course. Canyon was just so damn panty melting in every way possible. He could put me to work any day, horse poop shoveling and all. If I had that hot bod to look at all day, I would be knocking on his door to wake him up every morning! *giddy up* The emotion layered in the story, along with the amazing connection to the characters all made for a truly great read. Be sure to check out Barbara Speak's other books as well.
4 out of 5 Emotionally Gripping, Bull Riding Stud, Let it be Me Stars!
"Those are the sweetest words a cowboy could ever hear."
"A cowboy? What about a bull rider?"
The truck was just as ugly the second time I had seen it as it was the first. Nothing was endearing or cute about it. He must have bought it off an elderly farmer who couldn't drive anymore because no one would be selling this beast in a car lot that's for sure. Opening the door, the same wave of stale cigarette smoke hit me. This time I slid myself over to the passenger side and rolled down the window doing the same on my side after I was done. The cracking noise could still be heard when I pulled the door closed too.
"I can't say I expected you to change while I was in class but it sure would have been nice."
I put the key in the ignition and turned it over only to hear a click and then nothing.
"NO, NO, NO! Please don't do this to me!"
Four more attempts with the same result. Nothing.
I pulled out my phone to call for someone to get me but that someone didn't exist. He would rather me never come back. My mother wouldn't dare go against his wishes and Shelby obviously can't drive.
Grabbing my purse and backpack I started doing the only thing I could, I walked. I tried to find positive in a negative situation but there really wasn't one. My feet hurt, I was thirsty and if one more person drove by staring at me without even offering me a ride I was going to flip out. I thought country people were supposed to be nice. Isn't that what everyone says? Well, they're wrong or there aren't any in Highgrove, Montana.
My cell phone died sometime around four-thirty. Well, that was the last time I checked it and around ten minutes later it was dead. I had been walking for over an hour and a half and saw a total of two cars.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS?" I screamed it at the top of my lungs hoping God would just finish the job and take me out of my misery.
All of a sudden, I heard the engine of a car coming from behind me. This was it. My final hope for humanity to restore itself. It got closer. I could feel the wind change and the vibration within it.
"Please, please be someone nice enough to give me a ride or someone crazy enough to off me ‘cause I can't take this anymore."
I turned around just as the truck approached me praying for a miracle but sure enough the prick kept his foot on the pedal.
"That's fucking it!"
I grabbed a handful of rocks from the side of the road and threw them right at that pretty truck he was driving.
"Have that, asshole!"
The brake lights came on just as the clang from the rocks started hitting the tailgate. The tires screamed against the blacktop while the back end kicked to the side from stopping so fast. My eyes practically bulged out of my head when the driver side door flew open.
And oh shit was mild compared to what I would have said if I had known who the fury coming at me was before I decided to throw rocks at his truck. How could I not have thought it was him? I had seen that truck before.
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"
"ME? YOU’RE THE ASSHOLE THAT WOULDN'T EVEN STOP FOR A POOR GIRL WALKING DOWN A FREAKING ENDLESS ROAD!"
"WHY WOULD I?"
I can't believe I did it. Never in a million years would I have ever even thought to do something like this but I reached down in my rage, grabbed a handful of rocks again and threw them right at his chest. Wall of muscle or not he could take that and suck on it.
Author Low Down:
Author Barbara Speak loves nothing more than being allowed to share her ideas and thoughts through books that so many enjoy. When she's not writing she's caring for her son and daughter along side her amazing husband in rural Missouri. She has 5 more babies but these are covered in fur. Bode the boxer, Tucker the beagle and Lily, Callie and Connor her kitties.
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