Review: Ask Me Why by Harloe Rae
Our Review for Ask Me Why by Harloe Rae
WOWWW! I am reeling in all the feels right now!
I absolutely adore Brance and Braelyn ….. and their story! Little Ollie stole the show too- I wanted to dive in an give him a hug lol
The feels were immediate and I felt the heartbreak and anguish that came right off of Braelyn straight away- I even wanted to smash Brance’s arrogance right out of him on their first encounter
Brance is an arrogant jerk but that is all put aside when you see the amazing father he is- He
Is a single dad that wants absolutely nothing to do with a relationship –
Braelyn dealt with a lot of heartache losing her boyfriend in a traumatic way that sticks with her whether her eyes are open or closed
Their story is one that will stay embedded within my heart forever- It’s messy, and hot and messy… did I say messy….. and beautifully special! Feelings and determination sets the pace to go no where except have fun- TWO people that have been through so much anguish and heartache —— are meant to be together …. but does fate lead them there? Can they survive their past and feelings???
Definite must read! I sure hope I see more of Brance and Braelyn!
~Review by Tricia~
Blurb for Ask Me Why by Harloe Rae
One deep breath. Two slow blinks. Three hollow beats.
I’m still here.
After three years, that reminder isn’t as necessary. But everyone has their bad days. This is definitely one of them.
Until an adorable little boy dashes into my store.
His zest for life makes me smile in a way that’s been long lost.
Then I meet his father.
Well, confront is more like it.
Brance Stone is volatile.
And can’t be bothered to care.
Not that I want him to.
I get frostbite just looking into Brance’s glacial stare. But there’s something undeniable about him.
My misery suddenly craves company. The suffocating numbness lifts whenever Brance is near. That alone should have me running in the opposite direction. Try as I might, there’s no avoiding him. If only I could understand why. As if he’d let me.
I don’t ask. He doesn’t tell. A silent, bitter truce settles between us.
That was our first mistake.
It’s certainly not the last.