Published by Self-Published on 18th February 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Issues, New Adult, Romance
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After dropping out of law school, Sam Beaumont fears coming home will either be like sucking poison out of snakebite or drowning in a bathtub of gin. He dreads the whirlwind of being a blue-blood in Savannah, and between his mother and his brother a peaceful existence is out of the question.
Miles away from her ugly past, Annie Clarke is thriving in pharmacy school. Uncomfortable with her own success, she begins to fall back to her self-sabotaging ways.
Then along comes Trip Beaumont, a hot, edgy artist. Every instinct in her says run, which only makes him that much more tempting. The day she finally agrees to go out with him, his younger brother, Sam, shows up. Sam’s first words about Trip chill her: “Don’t be fooled by the act. Prince Charming is a toxic monster.”
Annie soon sees that Sam’s callous exterior is a direct result of coping with a family as dysfunctional as her own. Could love shield them both from spiraling into madness, or will their crazy worlds collide like renegade storm fronts leaving devastation and destruction in their wake?
REVIEWED BY KELLY
*I received an eARC in exchange for an honest review*
Crazy Love was my first time reading any of Michelle Pace’s work and I knew from the prologue that I had found something special. It usually takes me a while to warm up to a book, especially by a new-to-me author, since I don’t have the benefit of being familiar with their previous work. With Crazy Love I was hooked after just the prologue and I knew I wanted MORE.
Lately, I just don’t seem to have the reading time that I used to so it can take me a while to get finished. With Crazy Love I found myself letting the housework slide so I could just carry on devouring it. Hell, I nearly feigned illness so that my husband would take over caring for the kids and just leave me reading! It’s THAT good.
In Crazy Love there’s quite a mixed bag of characters I loved every single one of them, even if some of them didn’t deserve that love at times (Jayse – I’m looking at YOU!).
Annie was a real firecracker. She’d been through some pretty horrific stuff in her childhood but that only served to make her stronger and I loved her HARD because of that.
Sam, Sam, Sam … I had a definite soft spot for Sam. I freaking LOVED how he was so affected by Annie. My absolute favourite part of the story, the part that made my heart skip a beat, was when Sam and Annie were dancing together at a Débutante Ball. Their exchange during their slow dance just made me … feel … so much. I whooped, I did a happy sigh, I swooned, and I wanted to happy cry.
And Trip? What can I say about Trip? He was just a hot mess, or so I thought. I really didn’t want to like him, or root for him. And then Michelle Pace made me fall in LOVE with him. He had his problems and he had real, effed up, reasons for having them. He was dealing with so. much. But when it mattered … he did the right thing. I loved his loyalty to his family, no matter what it cost him personally.
I realise I am using lots of capital letters and the word LOVED a LOT in this review but I DON’T CARE! I really did LOVE it, CRAZY, right?!
You know another thing I LOVED? Just when I thought I had the plot worked out Michelle Pace changed it all up and threw me for a loop.
Love triangle? Yes? No? Maybe?
Crazy, alcoholic character who doesn’t give a shit about others? Yes? Maybe? No!
A past relationship that can’t be salvaged? Who knows?!
An explosive secret from the past that could rock everyone’s world? YES!
Seriously, I could tell you more about this book but I would be rambling, and I would just relay the entire story to you since there are so many parts of it that I would love to tell you about. That’s how much I enjoyed (see I didn’t say LOVED?!) reading this story. So, just go read it and then come back and tell me you agree!
“I awoke with a gasp, confused and sexually frustrated. The ache between my legs was ferocious. Apparently my subconscious is a filthy little slut.” – Annie
“Violet was the kind of girl who’s born once a millennium.” – Trip
“Her mouth, on the other hand…well, I guess looking at her mouth kind of endeared her to me as well. Too bad I couldn’t control it with a mute button.” – Sam
“I wanted to tell [him] that I was over our little war … That I’d had a naughty dream about him and that I ached to watch his reaction as I described it in explicit detail.” – Annie
“Were all southern mothers drunk when they named their kids, or just the wealthy ones?“ – Annie
“I wish you were here with me.” – Sam
“Well, for someone who doesn’t say a whole lot, you sure choose your words for shit.” I snapped, and if I offended him, you’d never know if from the blank expression he wore.
“Excuse me?” This wasn’t so much a question as a filler line that he seemed to deliver on autopilot.
“That was mighty supportive of you, Bro.” I waved after Trip while glaring daggers at Sam. As I reached for the stem of my wineglass, the irony of my momentary need for liquid courage was not lost on me. Sam’s unapologetic nature annoyed me. He
came off to me as the polar opposite of his brother: rude, antisocial, and judgmental.
“It’s a bold-faced lie.” Sam shrugged casually and took a long swallow of his drink. He set down his glass and folded his hands, fixing me with a look that dared me to challenge him. I frowned at him and shook my head.
“What on earth makes you think that?”
“I know Trip. He can’t go a day without a drink.”
“Is that so? ‘Cause I’ve known him for months and I’ve never seen him drinking, let alone drunk.”
His eyes narrowed and though he seemed to be staring at me, I was pretty sure he didn’t really see me. It was as if he were miles away.
I pressed on. “What’s the deal with the two of you? It must be pretty bad if you can’t even pretend to be excited for him.”
Sam leaned his elbows on the table. His perfectly etched jaw and raw energy was distracting, but the intensity of his stare almost made me flinch.
“Listen carefully, Annabelle. Don’t be fooled by the act. Prince Charming is a toxic monster.”
I can’t really say if it was the harsh cadence of his voice or the overwhelming sadness I saw brimming under the surface of his cool facade, but I swear he curdled my blood. I searched his features for signs of malice and found nothing. What I did find was that I felt uncomfortable with the way his eyes penetrated mine, and I turned away and took a sip of my wine.