Author: L.B. Simmons
Series: Chosen Paths #2
Release date: February 19, 2016
(Sub)genres: Contemporary Romance
Buy: Amazon US ~ Amazon UK
“Shhhh, Cassandra, it’s our little secret.”
Secrets are stubborn things when they refuse to remain hidden. They tear through your soul, clawing and lashing until the pain becomes so unbearable, you’re left no choice but to silently scream your agony. No one hears you, of course. You smile on the outside and drift through life as though your mind is at peace, but all the while, you remain your own tortured prisoner. Sealed inside the darkened, soundproof room of your conscience, deafening cries echo as you plead for someone to unlock the door and release you from your nightmares. And eventually, when no one comes, you find ways to cope. To dull the suffering the only way you know how.
But what happens when you’ve become so numb, when everything around you has become so blurred, that you begin to lose focus on the saving grace standing directly in front of you? When you’ve anesthetized yourself to the point of losing consciousness, forced to watch as his once solid image fades away, lost to your reach in the haze as it smothers you?
What do you do then?
You fight. You heal. Then you bring him back.
Well, my name is Cassie Cooper, and it’s time.
No more secrets.
This is my story.
We’ve met Cassie, Spencer’s best friend, in Under the Influence. Out of Focus tells her story, and sheds a whole new light on the party loving, controlling girl. Although the subject is though and heartbreaking, I’ve enjoyed reading this book.
“It’s only a matter of time before my fictional strength wears out—when I’m no longer hidden safely inside my protective blur—and I have to face the very real and lucid image of my past. But until that time comes, I’ll do all I can do. All I have ever done. I will pretend.”
Cassie Cooper had the perfect childhood with loving parents, until it wasn’t perfect anymore. For years she has been hiding the true Cassie behind a façade; outgoing, happy, and sexually aggressive, not caring about what others thought. But on the inside, she still was the scared and hurt eight year old, desperate for her parents to see what was going on. At age twenty-three, Cassie is done keeping up her carefully constructed façade and keeping her demons at bay, she is ready to break. When she meets Grady Bennett, she feels like he sees her, sees the real Cassie. Slowly she stops listening to the voices that dictate her every thought and move.
“My arm reaches forward, and as his hand wraps around mine, I revel in its warmth. It travels through my body and its heat settles in my cheeks. I narrow my eyes, but decide in this moment, I will give him all I can give. “I want to trust you.” Much to my surprise, what I think I see in Grady’s expression is . . . triumph.”
The moment Cassie and Grady meet, they have a connection. The couple starts a friendship, which soon develops into something more. Although Cassie wants to trust Grady, her inner voices keep beating her down, telling her she doesn’t deserve a man like Grady, that she’s unworthy. Grady understands Cassie’s inner battle, he supports her, but he leaves the ball in her corner. He knows the only person who can save Cassie is Cassie. When Cassie gets a message from her parents and finally hits rock bottom, Grady lets her go, so they have a chance at a future together.
I felt so sorry for Cassie. What happened to her was horrible, but her parents’ reaction – or lack thereof –made everything so much worse. Instead of comforting her and seeking help, they didn’t see what had happened and ignored the whole aftermath. As a parent myself, I can’t wrap my head around their lack of actions. Grady was the first person to see right through Cassie’s mask, I can’t believe nobody else before him saw the damage done to a little girl. I love it how he fought for her, making her see she was the one who had to save herself.
“And you were never really alone, Cass. I was watching, making sure you were landing safely, because I knew as soon as you hit that ground, sweetheart, you were mine. You are mine. And regardless of what you said in your apartment, you are my purpose. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep you safe.”
Despite the heavy subject, I’ve enjoyed reading Out of Focus. I give this story 4 stars.
~~ Out of Focus was provided in exchange for an honest review ~~
“You’ve been watching my apartment?”
Grady’s mouth quirks and when my eyes fall directly to his perfect lips, the heat from before resurges between us. I swallow deeply as he slowly inches forward, the warmth of his body searing my skin as he hovers near me. Then those lips pass my own to land on the shell of my ear before he whispers, “My men watch your apartment.”
He chuckles and his heated breaths fan my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps rising along my skin. “For the first time in my career, I was forced to take myself off surveillance. Because while my main objective was to keep an eye on your surroundings, all I could focus on was beautiful, irresistible you. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from you, and because of that, my involvement was compromised.”
By this point, I’m no longer breathing, so as soon as he retracts his presence and is once again relaxing in his chair, a whoosh of air enters my lungs. After drawing a long breath in and releasing it, I do the only thing I can do.
I blink again.
Then I clear my throat and break my one-question rule, again. “Exactly how long have you been watching me?”
Grady leans forward, pressing his forearms on his thighs and lacing his hands so they dangle between his knees. Then he opens his mouth and completely blows my mind.
“I’ve been watching you long enough to know something broke you. Something you keep hidden, something that weighs on your soul. You pretend, but your eyes betray you. There’s pain hidden within them, but when you smile, really smile, the pain is gone and you’re you. Not the person you pretend to be. And like I said earlier, I find that very interesting. I want to know what makes you smile, how to make you smile, and how to keep that smile a permanent fixture on that gorgeous face of yours. And more importantly, I want to know why you feel unworthy of that smile, and how to fix that too.”
He gives me a crooked grin and shakes his head. “I guess what I’m saying, is I would very much like the chance to get to know you, if you’ll let me.”
I blink, then swallow. Because once again, there is nothing I can say that could ever match that.
He laughs silently, gorgeous smile on full display, then extends his hand. “Do you trust me?”
Trust. It’s another one of those small words that carries such profound meaning.
I trusted once.
And it was that trust that broke me.
I dared to trust a second time.
And the evil hands of Silas Kincaid slaughtered that.
I don’t know if I have it in me to trust a third time. I really don’t. Not with someone who makes me laugh, or someone who makes me feel things completely unprecedented. Someone who without a doubt carries the power to completely shatter me.
Right on cue, voices slither through my mind, screaming their protest. Their warnings.
Only Spencer deserves light and sunshine.
Not you, Cassandra. Never for you.
You will always be alone.
As you deserve.
I look away to the empty chairs across the table.
The voices rejoice in their victory while the obvious fact in front of me slices another gash in my chest.
I’m all alone.
Grady’s voice is barely heard about their yelling. But soon, the soothing tenor enters my mind and stifles their screams. “Don’t get lost in that head of yours. I’m right here. Focus on me.”
I tear my gaze away from the chairs to find myself immersed in a beautiful sapphire stare, so earnest and sincere as his outreached hand remains, waiting for me to find the courage to take hold. My chin trembles and moisture coats my eyes. I swallow and allow his stare to fortify me as I attempt to will the voices away.
I’m so tired of pretending.
And maybe it’s the prolonged exhaustion, but as I root myself into those damn eyes, I find myself succumbing to their comfort.
I know I cannot fully grant his request.
Or can I?
As I search deep within myself, I find there’s just not enough courage left in my reserve.
But still, I want.
But you don’t deserve that. You never have.
But you can’t have.
God, do I want.
Inhaling deeply, I hold his gaze and after several heavy seconds, I finally release my breath. My arm reaches forward, and as his hand wraps around mine, I revel in its warmth. It travels through my body and its heat settles in my cheeks. I narrow my eyes, but decide in this moment, I will give him all I can give. “I want to trust you.”
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