Title: Yes, Mr. Van Der Wells
Author: S. Ann Cole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2016
Running for my freedom.
Running for my life.
I’m running because everything hurts.
And all I want to do is breathe.
The old me was bold and wild and reckless and privileged.
The new me is timid and freak-stricken and weak and broken.
All I want is freedom.
All I want to do is breathe.
A complicated relationship? That’s the last thing I’m about right now.
Something casual and easy? I’m down for that.
But he is not.
He wants to own me.
He wants me to own him.
He wants to save me.
I’m too terrified to give in.
All. I. Want. To. Do. Is. Breathe.
But it turns out, Noah is the air that I need to do that…
This story is absolutely amazing. When it says it’s ‘not just another billionaire romance’, it fucking delivers. That is what I love. Stays true to it’s word. No false advertising. Zero. Zilch. Nada.
The characters are intricately woven, complex and amazingly written. And not just the main characters. All of them. Each and every character has a back story and a complex range of emotions that they feel at any given point of time which has been brought out so beautifully by the author. It’s truly amazing to read.
The setting of the story, the flow of the plot and the dialogue are all brilliantly presented in this. I love absolutely everything about this story. Really. Everything.
The main lead, Noah, is absolutely brilliant. He’s smart, he’s sexy and he’s seriously sinful. Plus, he loves Suits. So, yeah, brownie points for that. (Go Harvey! :D) He’s determined and knows what he wants. He doesn’t stop at anything to go after it. That I adore. I mean, would you be able to resist if an Abercrombie (Lotty’s words, not mine) gives it his all so that you’re his forever and ever? I think not. He’s been burned in the past which makes him a little wary and there’s a lot of skeletons in his closet, but in the end, he fights everything to be with Lotty. So, I love him. I can’t not love him, you know.
And then, there’s Lotty. She’s a child born in privilege and then, everything is snatched from her in the blink of an eye. Still, she makes the best of situations presented to her and fights everything. An abusive boyfriend, a mother who doesn’t care about her, a dead father and friends who turn her back on her the instant it gets tough. She’s been through it all. Yet, she smiles and laughs and lives. I admire her. I respect her. I wish had even an ounce of strength she possesses. Seriously. She’s absolutely amazing.
So, yeah, this is an amazing book and I’d recommend it to anybody who’ll listen. Go, read this. Right now!
“I don’t just want to live the rest of my life with you, I want to live the rest of my life for you, because of you. So, take me real serious when I tell you that if you die tomorrow, I’ll die along with you.” – Noah Van Der Wells.
I push off from the tree, turning to leave the park, when an unexpected sight gives me pause. A man running in my direction. He’s not sprinting, not jogging, but moving at his own custom pace. A pace I decided, in that split second, to call the “holy hot pace.” Because, well, he’s hot.
Well over six feet tall, shirtless, in just black running shorts and sneakers.
I’ve only ever seen a body that mind-numbingly perfect once. Ever. The sweat-coated ‘holy hot pace’ runner is Sexy Demon. The penthouse-living Upper East Sider who’d dived into the back of my cab a few weeks ago.
He’s running a straight path, yet his eyes are everywhere, unfocused, a light frown between his brows. Like he’s searching for something and frustrated at the same time.
As he runs by the maple tree, his gaze flicks over me, pauses on me for a beat, and I hold my breath, wondering if he’ll remember me, but those unfocused eyes skip to something else, and he keeps on running, right past me.
Shrugging, I make to leave the park again, but then an image of his bare throat, arched back, the same image that’s been taunting me for weeks, flashes before my eyes and my heart skips a beat.
‘Oh Lord, we’re in trouble,’ Rational Lotty sighs.
Indeed. Sucking in a deep breath, I make a U-turn, and run after him.
Ann Cole is a passionate writer and reader, and a lover of anything that distracts her from the real world. Reader first and second a writer, S. Ann Cole is an exaggerator, a laugher, sometimes overly chatty, sometimes overly shy. She’s afraid of cats, dogs, snakes—heck, she’s only tolerable to gold fishes in a tank. Because if they do jump out and try to attack her, the suckers will surely die!
She hates fireworks, schmaltz and arrogance.
She loves carbs, Chris Brown and humility.
She lives nowhere and everywhere.
Jokey people are her utmost favorite people to be around, as laughter is the way to her heart.
Never mind her foul-mouth (she’s working hard on changing that!), she loves GOD. Fiercely. And believes prayer is the essence of all good, great, wonderful and miraculous things, and the most powerful privilege given unto man.
Ann hopes that one day, the right day, when it’s her time (because nothing happens before its time), her hard work will be noticed and appreciated.
When Ann’s not abusing her computer keyboard, you can find her nosing a novel, watching anything on television that makes her laugh until she breaks into hiccups (loves Disney , TBS, and Impractical Jokers!) studying the Bible, or sipping red wine.