Saturday, September 28, 2013

Who We Are-- Shanora Williams writing as S.Q. Williams

It's finally time to reveal my thoughts on this awesome book..........

I have been dying to review this one, but had to wait til my own personal blog tour date to do so, as I did not want to spoil the surprise!! I LOVED and quite literally, INHALED, this one in less than 24 hours!! That is how excited I was for its release....... After meeting Gage and Ellie in Who He Is, I was dying to get the rest of their story, and I have to say that it was ABSOLUTELY worth the wait! If it was ever possible for me to fall even more in love with these guys, it happened. I lived and breathed their happiness, as well as their heartache (and believe me, there was a bunch of it), with them all the way through to the end- and I love that they got the ending that they did!! Even more so, I love that we got to see more of the rest of our beloved rockers- Roy, Deed and most of all good ole Montana, in this book too. And I cannot even begin to fathom my excitement about Roy getting his book next- because in Who We Are, we FINALLY get his story too. We get the reason for his initial anger and apprehension towards Ellie as well as why he always seemed physically pained to be within ten feet of her. And boy, it is a doozie!! My heart broke for what that poor guy endured with his past love- and I so want him to get his HEA, maybe even more than Gage and Ellie- and that is saying a lot. We get our loveable Montana here too, up to his same old tricks and shenanigans, as well as Deed just being Deed, now happily moving on from his past- all the while continuing to build his unbreakable friendship with Ellie.
What I really wasn't expecting, but glad that we got it, was a blast from Ellie's past- and it is brutal and painful for her as well as the rest of the bunch when they finally get a glimpse into what she has overcome in her life. But we get to see that the terrible upbringing that she escaped, made her into the awesome chick she is now, the fighter that she didn't even realize that she was. It is quite simply beautiful. Actually, the only thing that I didn't find beautiful in the book was that catty bitch Penelope- yeah, unfortunately, we have to have more of her- actually quite a bit of her on the way to Gage and Ellie's HEA. And I hated her as much here as I did in Who He Is, as she is no less conniving and manipulative than in the first book. What a BITCH!! I just wanted to backhand her and then punch her in the throat!! And to me, when an author can evoke that kind of emotion from her words, that is one kickass book- and this one definitely was!! I recommend it so highly that it isn't funny, and I am dying to get the next in the series (even though I know it is far from being ready, lol)- it doesn't make me want it any less ;)      5 ROCK stars ;)

As soon as I arrived at my temporary apartment, I dropped my keys on the counter, blared some Laura Welsh on the stereo, and then trudged for the shower. The water was soothing. I didn’t want to step out of the steam, especially as I was bombarded with memories.
Gage and me on the FireNine tour bus. Gage kissing me, licking me, soiling me with his fervent kisses. I quivered, running a finger across my lips, remembering the kiss we shared when he stayed the night at Ben’s a few days ago. The passion I felt, the power. It was so much, yet I couldn’t get enough. My lips were still tingling from it… from how much I missed it. How much I missed him.
Soon, the water chilled against my skin and I shut it off, ran a towel over my damp hair, and grabbed an extra towel to wrap around my wet skin. I brushed my teeth, cleared my face with handful of cool water, and then headed for my bedroom.
Laura Welsh sang about hollow drums and it was like she spoke to me—like she reminded me of how much I actually missed Gage. How hollow and empty I felt without him while I was in school and even now. In school it was worse. Every little thing reminded me of him. Every couple that walked by hand in hand reminded me of him. All the girls who were smiling up at their boyfriends lovingly, clinging to their sides, holding them like they never wanted to let go… it all reminded me of him. I couldn’t stand it… but I missed it. I rolled my eyes, trying to rid my mind of him, but it was nearly impossible.
Even as I changed into a pair of running shorts and a tank top and dropped the towel from my hair, I still thought about him. Even as I poured myself a bowl of cereal and ate it to the heartfelt music, I still thought about him. Even as I lounged flat on my back on the sofa, my hand on my forehead, staring at the dots on the ceiling, I still thought about him.
About his eyes, his full, pink lips that always sent a bolt of electricity coursing through me whenever connected with mine. His hard, rippled body, the perfect sleeve of ink on his forearms, broad chest, ribs, and even his back.
The ceiling seemed to spin above me as the music filled me, and then I felt the rims of my eyes pricking, begging for the pooling tears to be shed. I couldn’t believe it. I missed everything about him. I fucking missed him. Entirely too much.
There was a knock on the door and I perked up, back stiff, staring ahead. They knocked again and I swiped at my tears, confused. Who could be at my door this late? I cautiously made my way to the entrance, my heart pounding, my steps soft, making sure I didn’t cross any weak spots to make the floor creak.
I took a peek out of the peephole and made out a tousled mess of silky, dark-brown hair and broad shoulders. His head was ducked down, hiding his face, but I knew exactly who it was and I stifled a gasp.
My mind then went into gear. Should I let him in? Should I shoo him away? Should I blast him and beg him to just leave me alone?
In the end, I knew I couldn’t do any of those, no matter how upset I may have been with him. I did love him, after all.
I cracked open the door and he jerked away from the doorframe, taking a quick step back, his hazel eyes meeting mine. “Gage?”
“Eliza,” he whispered. His eyes were tired, restless. His lips were strained, as if he wanted to say something else, but then they relaxed and he ran a hand through his hair.
“Why are you here?” I asked, opening the door wider. He pressed the palm of his hand on the door and stepped past me, his heavy cologne filling my lungs. It mixed with the light, airy scent of water, as if he’d purposely walked in the drizzle. I could imagine him pacing back and forth in front of the apartment building, debating on whether he should come up or not. “Better yet,” I said, “how did you know where this apartment was?” I locked the door before looking at him.
“Frank told me,” he sighed out. “Look… I can’t do this,” he said, running another rigid hand through his hair. A few pieces fell onto his forehead, proving he would need a haircut in maybe three days tops. His eyes saddened and filled with guilt and I narrowed mine, tilting my head.
“Do what?” I asked, stepping up.
“This… I can’t be angry anymore. I can’t act like I don’t fucking care. I want—” His sentence broke and his gaze lowered to the floor. Good thing the music was playing, filling the silence, because I wasn’t sure of what to say, but I knew what he was getting at. “I wasn’t supposed to come here. I wasn’t supposed to see you. I was supposed to fight myself from getting close to you again—for your sake—but… I can’t. I can’t fight it. It’s so fucking hard to stay away from you, Eliza.”

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And just a little something, something about that lady we all love, the author genius herself:

Shanora Williams was born and raised in Matthews, North Carolina. She's the author of the New Adult series, OBTAINED and the Best Selling New Adult novel, Hard to Resist. Her upcoming mature New-Adult/Adult novel, Who He Is, will be released in July of 2013.
When she's not writing, she's happily reading or watching cartoons like the big kid she is. She has a wonderful family that you will hear her brag and talk about all of the time. Whenever she just wants to get away from the words for a while, she'll spend some time with her loved ones, eat gummy bears, or drown in Coca-Cola and anything else caffeinated.

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