Everything done in darkness, will eventually be brought into the light.
I ran, but all it did was keep me one step ahead of my past. I tried to start over; new name, new identity. But you can’t change your soul.
A fresh start at college was just what I needed. For a while, it worked. I was the party girl, the one that seemed confident, but it was a lie.
When guys kissed me–I felt only pain.
When they touched me–Nothing but fear.
Deep inside, every girl wants to be the beauty in the story, to find someone that will see you as their world.
But the truth? I was the beast. And as much as I wanted redemption, I wasn’t fool enough to think I’d ever get it.
Until he walked into my life.
I wasn’t prepared to fall for someone. My scars were too deep, the wounds too raw. But he offered me peace, he offered me security. I should have known it was just another lie–I should have known that falling in love with my professor was a bad idea.
But I was powerless to stop myself from falling.
And he was powerless to catch me.
Because the darkness finally caught up to me, and as fate would have it, a cruel twist almost bled me dry. But I’m stronger than I knew. I’m stronger than you think.
You think you know my story, but you don’t….after all everyone has Shame in their lives– and I’m no longer afraid to show you mine.
Reviewed by Shera 5 of 5 Brilliant Stars!!
A tragic, twisted, beautiful story. We see hurt, love, loss, pure tragedy wrapped up into one perfectly mastered book called SHAME. Rachel Van Dyken has outdone herself with this one!
“I controlled her, and I needed her to remember that even though she weakened me, I still had control. And she was mine. Forever. She was mine – The Journal of Taylor B”
This story is about a tragic chain of events, most we will read about in the Journal of Taylor B. See Taylor was her boyfriend, was supposed to love her but the only thing Taylor did was manipulate people. He wanted to Shame people, ruin lives, ruin that persons hopes and dreams, including hers. She finally got into college, she was going to leave him and that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. He succeeded in delivering pure Shame by having the one person who truly loved him do it all for him. When you love someone you believe that you must keep feeding the beast in order for them to stay alive, to stay with you. Only, Taylor had an end purpose and he was going to make sure everyone suffered including Lisa.
Lisa packed up took what she could and walked away from it all. She ended at up college, she’s made new friends, Gabe and Wes particularly who both come from money and will both do whatever it takes to make sure Lisa has a normal life. She’s changed her appearance in hopes that she can go on unrecognizable. It isn’t until threats start coming that Lisa knows someone knows her secret.
Then we meet “The Hot Professor” Tristan. Tristan is demanding and sexy as hell. He is beautiful, controlled, orderly yet chaotic at the same time. He is drawn to Lisa in every way. But that’s not what he’s there for…He is there to teach, right?? Tristan has a huge secret. He needs to know what happened in the past and he feels like there is only one way to find out, but in the process something changes. He sees the ugly as she was made out to be as beautiful and from there, the story really takes off.
“The thing about your past…it never stays there. We just think it does until the time comes for it to reveal itself in all its gory shame. And there’s nothing, absolutely nothing a person can do, but watch”
You are about to go on a rollercoaster ride of emotions. You will be kept wondering what the hell is going on, you’ll keep flipping pages so fast because you just have to know. Screaming at what’s going on, crying for the hurt and betrayal. You start to feel like you are there with the characters in the book. All things always come full circle, even the bad things in life. It’s who is there to catch you when you fall. The friends that will go to the ends of the earth to make it alright. Will Tristan be there in the end, can he right the wrongs? Will Lisa survive all of this?
“The broken pieces are the prettiest ones, Lisa. The demons, the proudest scars”
This book seriously made me remember to never take for granted or forget the good memories, because they will dull the bad. We all have them, things in our life that have touched us, that hurt but it’s the good times that should shine. The way the characters were portrayed in this book, each and every one of them made the story so very real, it was brought completely full circle and was an absolutely brilliant read! An effortless, seamlessly written book and like I said just pure Brilliance! Hands down in my top 5 reads for this year and I can’t wait to see what Rachel brings next! 5 Shining Stars for SHAME!
Copy provided for honest review – Shera
“Are you trying to prepare me or ask permission?” she whispered, her voice beckoning me like a siren’s call.
“Both.” My lips hovered near hers. “I figure it’s only fair.”
“Fair?” She pulled back slightly. “How so?”
“Ten thousand.” I angled my head and watched the pulse jump on her neck. “That’s how many nerve endings, on average, are in your lips. Consequently, when your body anticipates pleasure, the build-up is the best part. Imagine, those ten thousand nerves are swelling, allowing blood to surge through them in anticipation of… what?” I swept my tongue across her lower lip and whispered, “Of being touched. I ask permission, not because I’m being a gentleman. It’s actually the complete opposite. I ask permission so your brain anticipates the pleasure before I’ve ever even touched you.”
I tasted her lower lip again and abruptly dipped my tongue into her mouth. Then just as quickly retreated. “The human body is an instrument. Know how to master it… and well…” I let my voice drop as I moved my hands slowly to her shoulders and tugged her body flush against mine. Our mouths met softly at first. I deepened the kiss, memorizing her taste, knowing I wouldn’t experience a kiss like this again in my lifetime. The way her scent, her soft moans destroyed my body, wrecked me from the deepest part of me, was nothing short of life-altering.
And I’d like to think I’d kissed a lot of women.
I’d studied the psychology of sexuality.
I was an expert in pleasure.
But she was schooling me, absolutely wreaking havoc on every logical thought as her soft whimper cascaded over me. Blood surged through my body as it tightened with awareness at her proximity.
She pulled back, her lips swollen. “That was… not a good enough warning.”
Laughing softly, I cupped the back of her head and gently drew it toward mine and kissed her again, angling my lips differently, searching her, consuming her, drawing pleasure from her lips as if it was my life goal to discover every single secret she owned.
Her arms wrapped around my neck. She was shy; she didn’t push against me, didn’t wrap her legs around me or moan into my mouth like I was having sex with her rather than kissing her.
My hands moved down her corset to her hips, and I lifted her into the air and walked her backward toward the brick wall. The whole time, our masks collided. In frustration, I ripped hers off, then mine. The shadows of moonlight hid our faces as I kissed her harder, losing myself in her.
Her nails dug at the back of my neck as she jerked my head harder. Groaning, I let her fall to the ground as I placed my hands on the brick wall to keep myself from ripping the dress from her body.
Shouting started from the ballroom.
“Eight,” I whispered against her mouth. “Seven.”
“Six.” She sighed, her breathing labored as her tongue found mine again. “Five.”
“Four, three.” I pulled back and trailed kisses down her neck.
We broke apart, both breathing heavy. “One.”
People burst out onto the balcony as the fireworks started, lighting up the sky. And our faces.
And the only thing I could say as she gasped in horror was “Oh, shit.”
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at http://www.rachelvandykenauthor.com