verb: to believe in the reliability, truth, or strength of another.
Tate has fallen hard, and as his world is turned on its axis and they move forward together, he finds his life becoming more entwined with the confident,
Wow. What can I say? I just finished Trust, and am in awe. I’ve got to say I loved these men from minute one in Try. It is honestly in my top 5 books. And this one, well, let’s just say this one could sneak in there, depending on my mood that day.
Although this book was different than Try, it had so many of the factors that I think made Try so successful. There was heat (oh, and there was a lot of heat!) via some crazy hot alpha sex. There were so many emotions as these two men connected with each other on an even deeper level. And there was some heart breaking moments in the book (I cried more than once).
When Try was finished, you knew there had to be more, of course. Logan and Tate had connected, but there was so much more you wanted for them as a couple. You did get some of that in Take, however, you knew there was still pieces that were missing, and you needed some issues cleared up. The reader gets that in Trust. And just like in real life, not everything is cleared up. The reader is left wondering about a few things, and yet, isn’t that real life? You don’t always have the answers to the questions you want to know about, and that’s okay. These characters were able to make a life together, and your heart is happy when you get to THE END.
I will not give spoilers, as you really need to experience this book yourself from beginning to end. I will tell you, Logan and Tate get their HEA (but you probably knew that was coming anyway 🙂 and they find an amazing connection that they learn can’t be broken, period.
While the cover is not my favorite-that belongs to Take-I still gave this book a 4.5 pieces of eye candy rating. Ella Frank can write a HAWT sex scene, my friends. Please make sure you grab this book ASAP.
“What’s wrong with my hair? Are you saying I need to cut it?”
“No, I’m fucking not,” Logan said as he fingered the curls by Tate’s ear. “And you know it.”
“What would you do if I did shave my head?”
“Kill you? And likely get away with it since I have connections to a very reputable law firm.”
Tate chuckled and shoved Logan until he was on his back beside him. “Be serious.”
Logan turned his head on the pillow and ran his eyes over Tate’s full head of hair. Then he returned his gaze to the eyes watching him. “I would quite
possibly cry. For days.”
“Over my hair? It does grow back, you know.”
“Yeah, but not for months,” he grumbled. “Can you please stop talking so calmly about this? You’re making me nervous.”
Tate shifted until his long, lean body was stretched out above him, and Logan widened his legs to allow him to settle in between.
“Don’t worry,” Tate assured him as he lowered his head to kiss the corner of his mouth. He then moved those teasing lips to Logan’s ear and whispered, “I
like your hands in it too much to cut it off.”
Logan threaded his fingers through the thick waves and asked, “Like this?”
With a groan, Tate rocked his hips against him, and Logan twisted his fingers tighter.
“Exactly like that.”
“Good,” he said as he wound his legs around Tate’s. “Because this way, I can have a tight hold on you when you’re trying to distract me. I’m onto
you, Mr. Morrison. Don’t try to use your body against me.”
He almost lost his willpower when Tate, the cocky fucker, placed his hands on either side of his head and rubbed their erections together.
“You don’t want me to use my body on you?”
“Fuck you,” Logan said, knowing full well that, if he didn’t change the subject or get Tate the hell off him, he was going to roll him over and cease
Usually he’d love nothing more, but right now, he wanted to know why Tate had reacted so strongly to his question from last night—well, early morning .
“We need to talk.”