Title: The Light in the Wound
Publication: July 23, 2013
Genre: NA Contemporary
Source: Author via Blog Tour
Book SummaryIsabel life changes when her mother is abused by her father in front her and her sisters. In the chaos the girls are separated and she feels lonely living with her grandparents. One day she crosses paths with a boy that will change her life forever. Jessie consumes her and overshadows her with his love.His insecurities come across so easily to everyone but her. I personally didn't like his jealous and possessive nature. He's so worried about fitting into her world that he stifles the individual she is. Isabel loves helping and caring for others, she so wrapped up in Jesse that she gives up what she loves but he still continues to do what he wants further isolating her and making her rely on him for attention. Their relationship is volatile and borderline destructive. Alex has had his eyes on Isabel for years but knew that she loved Jesse and never really thought he did a chance. He gets a chance to win her over but Jesse isn't going out without fight. This story made me mad and sad. Isabel goes through so much with her mother, Jesse and her family. It's easy to relate to her confusion because falling in love can be all consuming and losing yourself to a person that isn't sure of themselves can cause an imbalance. I think this book provides a good example of what a good and bad relationship is like. Overall, I liked getting to see how Isabel found her way to the one for her. There are really touching and beautiful moments in this book that I think will speak to people in these types of situations. This is story for a mature audience as there is a lot of physical activity...lots.
Affected by her parents’ highly publicized divorce, Isabel grows up isolated and alone, with a resolve to never fall in love and repeat their mistakes.
When Jesse Cain enters her life, she falls hopelessly in love with him, and every sadness she’s ever felt is washed away by his intensity and passion. But people change as they grow up. Things can never stay the same forever.
Jesse and Isabel fight to stay together, determined to hold on to their first love. But can a second love be enough to make her forget?
Teaser
Once during our freshman year,
Jesse called and asked me to meet him on the baseball field late one evening
after school. I automatically assumed that he wanted me to watch him practice,
something I would often do when I didn't have much homework to finish. As
I walked across the newly shaved grass, I wondered where he could be. It
worried me a bit to see no one there. The grounds were dark, except for a faded
lamppost illuminating the walkways. The night was hot and humid, so I
dressed in shorts for the occasion, fully expecting to be sitting on a bench
watching Jesse play. He popped out of nowhere, just as I was about to
walk up the steps toward the stands.
"Hi," I said, as I
looked around the field. "Am I late? Did I get the practice time
wrong?"
"Nope," he answered
with a grin. "Practice ended an hour ago."
"Oh. Am I here to pick you
up?" I asked, still confused.
"I thought we'd play on the
field for a bit," he said as he took my hand and led me further in toward
the bases. He had his pitching glove on and carried a bat in his right hand.
"Play what, Jess? You know
I don't know anything about this game!" I laughed incredulously.
"Yes, you do! You've been
watching me do this for almost three years! I thought it would be fun to watch
you swing a bat," he coaxed. "Come on, you'll do great, I promise.
Here, wear these so you don't hurt your hands." He fished into his pockets
and handed me some batting gloves. I
wiggled my fingers to make sure that they were still in there. They were twice
the size of my hands. He looked delighted and enamored with me
all at the same time. "You look so cute. Come here," he ordered as he
pulled me in for a hug. Seconds later, he handed me the bat and then walked
backwards until he was a few feet away from me.
"This is heavy!" I
said, as I lifted the bat and mockingly took on the stance—both knees bent, two
hands on the bat.
"Issy baby, you're gonna fall
over if you lean like that." He laughed. "This isn't tennis. Keep one
foot in front of you, turn your body to face me. Now just relax and swing when
I pitch, ok?"
"Like this?" I
breathed, as I stuck my leg out and swiveled my hips.
"If you keep that up, we'll
be swinging something else," he teased.
Five empty swings later, I
finally hit the ball. It didn't go very far, but I whooped and he whooped and I
ran twice around the bases. It didn't take much effort for him to pursue me as
soon as he caught the ball. I hit the ball two more times until he chased me
down and lifted me off the ground.
"Jess!" I panted, as
he swooped me in his arms. "That was hard work! What do I get for doing
this?" I flirted.
"Me," he responded, as
I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
"I'll take that," I
whispered, and with a tender kiss, I gave him permission to carry me back to
the dugout.
About the Author:
I love to read, write about reading, shop, write about shopping, three day weekends, high heels and purses. I’m a wife, a mother, a corporate executive, a loyal friend and a passionate believer in true love. This is all you need to know about me. If you get my stories, you get my heart.
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