Kiss Me Like You Mean It by J.R. Rogue
Release Date: March 22, 2018
Genre: Romance, Poetry
*arc generously provided in exchange for an honest review*
It’s been a little over a week since I finished Kiss Me Like You Mean it, and since then I have been struggling to come up with a review that does this book justice.
J.R does an amazing job of breathing in real life and complexity to her characters, especially Gwen the main character. Gwen is deep and a complex woman. She’s had a lot happen in her life, and she’s not shy about described her experiences through anxiety, depression, pain, or solitude. She embraces her imperfections and amplifies them into her own proud way.
There were a few important men in this book that impacted Gwen’s life, especially Connor. Who with ups and downs, backwards and forwards was seriously a roller coaster ride of a relationship. But I wanted Connor for her because he started to realize he was one of the few people who could understand her complexity on another level. Sometimes I wanted to scream at him, and sometimes at Gwen. But there is no way you can hate either of them or their actions because they truly represent the realities of humans & our thought processes.
This book was breathtaking in every way. I felt whole heartedly what Gwen and Connor were feeling. I cried, I cursed, I cringed and I opened my own mind to my own thoughts and feelings that were similar
To Gwen’s. This book was more than a 5 Star read, and one that it’s poetic words have impacted me greatly. I HIGHLY recommend this book. J.R Rogue is an amazing author, whose words flow on paper like a cold drink in the heat. You need another drop of it page after page. Amazing book👏🏻
Rating: 5 / 5
My love is poison. His kiss is mine.
“The first time he saw me I was shattered glass, and he was a shadow. If I had stayed, he would have just faded away.”
It’s strange how easy it is to tell our stories to a stranger’s eyes. The truth about Connor Stratford and I had always been a sad tale. Over ten years of chasing, tears, lies, vows, and leaving. Two people who never loved each other at the same time, but couldn’t let each other go.
Now here I was telling our story over drinks midday in an airport bar with my old diary clutched in my hand. Telling some version of our story, anyway.
I left him once with no goodbye. Now I was returning home to give him what he needed to move on.
“It’s important. It’s what you’re thinking.”
I knew what his message meant, sent in the middle of the night after I woke from a fever dream.
He was finally ready, and so was I. I just needed to finally give him the kiss he begged for.
The one that meant goodbye.