After having been missing for 5 years Star takes a huge risk in telling a stranger her real name. Patrick Walsh, a Navy seal who is only looking for a sure thing learns that she is Annie Hamilton. He is about to find out that he is her last hope for rescue.
I recommend this book. I was hooked after the first chapter. As I was reading I couldn't help but think of Natalie Holloway. It makes me wonder if her family ever thought of it. I mean it would certainly be anyone's nightmare but the truth of it is that it does happen.
The writer did a good job connecting readers with the setting and Patrick was a good hero to pick. However he seemed a little too perfect. I didn't feel there was enough conflict in his life. The rescue of Annie felt almost too easy. It could have been more difficult.
The point of view switch up’s were smooth and not confusing. Overall I really liked this book even though I felt it was lacking action. It seems like the author was rushing the story progression.
I am happy with the ending and I look forward to reading a book about Vic. I feel out of the characters he deserves to find love. Kyle just seems to have too much going on. I will be looking for more books of this series.
Finalist in the 2014 New Adult Category of the LVRWA I Heart Indie Contest!!!!
I’ll be honest with you—I’m no hero. Sure, the media tries to brand every Navy SEAL as some kind of Batman dressed in cammies. There’s even a line in one of our cadences: Superman is the man of steel, he ain’t no match for Navy SEAL. You’ve seen the movies—we’re infallible, invaluable, invincible. But that night, the one you read about in the papers … all I really wanted to do was get laid.
One harmless screw with an Aruban whore, no strings attached. I picked her out of a lineup—wild, dark hair, long legs and a crooked smile. After she sucked me off, I relaxed back onto the creaky, cum-stained cot, thankful for the blissful moments she gave me when I actually forgot for a second the faces of my buddies who died because I made the wrong call, the tears of the children I couldn’t save, and the eyes of the enemies I slaughtered during their last seconds of life.
But before I left, her hazel eyes peered into my soul. She whispered in a distinct Californian accent, “My name is Analía "Annie" Hamilton. I’m an American citizen. I was kidnapped on spring break five years ago. You’re my last hope. Please save me.”
One desperate plea. This wasn’t a Hollywood blockbuster or a New York Times best-selling thriller. I knew this time there was no room for excuses, no margin for errors. I had one chance to put on the cape and be her hero.