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Title: Impulsive Love
Series: Love Stings #5
Author: Evan Grace
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 14, 2022
I'm a bit late coming into this story and having to read this one before the others as I received this as an Arc for an honest review. Although I get a little ba k story to the others characters in this series I have no doubt I will enjoy it as much as this one which was such a wonderful emotional read and although Chris struggled so hard with his demons he certainly earned his redemption with the love he had for Haddie and his little girl.
Bought a tear or two to my eye and in the process found myself a new author.
Bought a tear or two to my eye and in the process found myself a new author.
BLURB
Haddie Carmichael has made it her mission to take care of others—from her nieces and nephews to the hospice patients she takes care of as a nursing assistant.
As she finishes up her nursing degree, she’s ready to take that next step, but sometimes life has other plans.
Chris Anderson has always been the biggest douche bag, until circumstances cause Haddie to look at him in a different light. On a night when she was there for him, she made the biggest mistake—sleeping with her brother’s best friend. To her horror he doesn’t remember any of it.
Six weeks later and two pink lines, and everything changes.
Life has thrown Haddie a curveball, but she’s bound and determined to finish school and have her baby, even while the father of her child fights his demons.
Chris Anderson has always loved things to excess—women, booze, and lately…drugs. When a devastating diagnosis rocks his family’s world, the excess gets worse. He’s spiraling and he can’t seem to stop.
He hits rock bottom when he learns he knocked up his best friend’s baby sister when he was on a bender. Chris decides he needs help and so he heads to California for treatment. For a whole year he stays gone, working on his sobriety, but when he comes back, he’s healthier than ever.
As he gets to know his baby girl, he develops feelings for Haddie. First its friendship, but then it turns into something neither of them expected…love.
When Chris begins to doubt himself will he succumb to his demons or will he fight like hell to beat them?
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EXCERPTS
#1
I shrug into my black fitted suit jacket and step in front of the mirror, straightening the collar of my white dress shirt. I look closely and don’t miss the lines around my eyes. I’m twenty-six years old, but today I feel so much older.
My body aches, my head hurts, and I’ve got the fucking shakes. I know why, I haven’t drank in a week, or done any other illegal substance. I’m having fucking withdrawals and it scares me, but I’m trying to power through it.
Yesterday I went to the pharmacy and got myself some vitamins and a cleanse to hopefully get myself through this. In the bathroom I grab the bottle of ibuprofen and shake a couple pills into my hand, then pop them in my mouth.
I run my hands through my dark blond hair. It’s over a month past due for a cut, but it’s so far down on my priority list. Instead I add a little wax, rubbing it through my hair until its slicked back enough that’s it’s not hanging in my face.
In my kitchen I grab the file for the property I’m showing today. It’s a horse farm with the land sitting right off the marshes of the Atlantic Ocean. The owners never had children to pass it down to and are moving to Florida.
The husband kept the property in good shape even though it’s been a few years since they had any horses. The couple looking to buy are in their thirties with little kids. The husband breeds Arabians.
If I make this sale I could make a thirty thousand dollar commission. It’ll be my most expensive property to date, and I fucking need this right now. I shove my wallet into my back pocket and put my silver aviators on.
On my way to the property, I stop by Starbucks and pick up an iced coffee and a muffin. By the time I reach the property I’ve devoured it and guzzled my coffee. I hold out my hand and see that the trembling has stopped—for now, thank fuck.
I pull into the driveway and see that I’ve beat them here. I let myself in and do a quick walk through to make sure nobody else is in here and that nothing is out of place. Back downstairs, I grab the contract and make sure everything is in there. I pop an Altoid in my mouth just as the sound of a car pulling up draws my attention toward the front.
I stop at the mirror in the hall and straighten my jacket before stepping outside and give the Danielson family a wave.
By the time we’re done with the walkthrough, their realtor is telling me their offer, which my client accepts—they’d already given me a price range that they approved. They have the earnest money with them, and after I take it I have them sign the contract. My clients wanted to get this over with as soon as possible, which is why they agreed to a short closing period.
Once they leave, I head into the house and give a fist pump and a shout. I pull out my phone and call my mom. She sounds so tired when she answers. “Hi, my baby boy. How did it go?”
My eyes burn and I pinch the bridge of my nose. I clear my throat. “I sold it.”
“You did? That’s so great. Are you going to go out and celebrate?” Normally that’s exactly what I’d do—buy a bottle of Macallan single malt, maybe do some coke, and have a lady or two keep me company for the night.
“I thought I’d bring over some Chinese and have dinner with you guys.”
“Are you sure?” Just the happiness in her voice makes me glad I’m doing this—an ache fills my gut because I know I won’t have her much longer.
“Absolutely, there’s no one I’d rather celebrate with. I’ll get you some of your egg drop soup and some rice and vegetables, how about that?” She’s lost her appetite and somedays it’s a struggle for her to eat at least once a day. My mom’s oncologist said to supplement with protein shakes, so I bought her one of those Ninja blenders and a recipe book of smoothie recipes.
“That sounds really good.” I hear her yawn.
“I’ll be over around six. Get some sleep. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I hang up, then lock up the house before heading to the office and getting the paperwork filed. A couple of the other realtors stop by to congratulate me on the sale.
#2
“I think I’m dying,” I whimper from my spot on the floor.
It’s official, I hate my sister. She’s a big meanie, and I’m never speaking to her again.
Earlier she picked me up, and as soon as I saw Abby in her little bootie shorts and sports bra, I was immediately jealous. She’s had three kids (Natalie is her adopted daughter) and is lean and tight where she should be.
She brought me a pair of her bootie shorts and a sports bra tank top—Abby’s such a mom—and brought me a bottle of water too. When we got here, I was immediately intimidated by all the ripped men and women. First, I had to sign a release, and then Abby introduced me to a couple of her friends.
After that I don’t remember anything, which brings me to now. I’m face down on a mat in the corner and my bitchface sister is laughing hysterically at me. I’m a sweaty, stinky mess right now, but I can’t drum up enough energy to care.
“Come on, Haddie. You can’t stay here all day.”
I open my eyes to see her lying on the floor looking at me. Instead of answering, I hold up my hand and give her the finger. She stands up and holds her hand out to me. I let her pull me up until I’m standing. I feel like a newborn foal and my legs feel all jiggly.
It’s not lost on me that Abby’s Crossfit buddies are all laughing at me as we walk by. “I seriously hate your guts,” I tell her as we step outside.
After Abby drops me off, I take a long hot bath in a tub filled with Epsom salts. When I climb out of my tub, I wrap a towel around myself and grab my bottle of ibuprofen. After swallowing them down I change into something comfy and crawl into my bed to promptly pass out.
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AUTHOR BIO
A Midwesterner and a readaholic most of her life. One day an idea came into her head and a writing career was born. She's a sucker for happily ever afters and loves creating fictional worlds that others can get lost in. She loves putting her characters through the ringer, but loves when they get to that satisfying, swoony ending.
When the voices in her head give it a rest, which isn’t often, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Aurora Rose Reynolds, (the queen) Kristen Ashley, Kaylee Ryan, Natasha Madison, and Harper Sloan. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, movies, TV shows and life.
She's a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and (the real) Evan, a weightlifter, a home healthcare scheduler, and a full-time writer. How does she do it? She'll never tell.
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