‘Yet again Felice has given is a story full of love, emotion, heartache and so much more.’ ~ booklover (Goodreads review)
‘The feelings and emotions just poured off the pages and I felt everything!! Explosive chemistry!! Seriously loved every moment about this story!!’ ~ Janet (Goodreads review)
Leo had recognized the shadows in Cantrell’s eyes. He saw that pain and loss in the mirror every day, and every day he ignored it. If Leo were to hazard a guess, it must have something to do with his failed marriage. No one went from luxury to low-cost without a damn good reason.
“Well, Mr. Nosy Ass, you still have to eat.” He gathered up the items, put them in a bag, and left his apartment.
Trudging up to the fifth floor, he figured Cantrell would’ve had enough time to cool off and they could calmly discuss the reasons why he should leave the management of the building to the people who knew what they were doing.
He knocked on the door, and he waited impatiently as Cantrell unbolted the three separate locks he’d had installed. After all that, Cantrell still only opened the door as far as the security chain would allow, but even in those few inches, Leo could see the consternation filling Cantrell’s wide green eyes.
“What do you want? Did you come here to keep yelling at me? I already said I was sorry.”
“Actually, you didn’t.”
“I’m pretty sure I did. And even if I didn’t, you had no right to call me names.”
Cantrell’s stubbornness began to grate on Leo’s nerves. That was why he didn’t waste time with people. Inevitably, they pissed him off, like this guy.
“I call them as I see them. And are you going to stand there and say to my face you were right in fumbling around with the electrical system of this entire building that I’m responsible for?”
“If you came to berate me, I’m going to close the door. I have better things to do than listen to you.” True to his snooty words, he started to close the door, but Leo quickly stuck his foot in the narrow opening.
“I thought we could have an intelligent discussion, but obviously, that’s not happening. So here.” He held up the grocery bag. “I got the stuff you left behind when you ran away from me in the supermarket. I knocked on your door yesterday, but when no one answered, I didn’t want to leave it and have the meat spoil. You’re welcome.”
Without waiting for Cantrell’s reply, he set the grocery bag on the floor and turned on his heel. At the top of the stairs he heard a door slam shut, then open, and Cantrell call out.
“Wait. Please?”
Leo closed his eyes. He really should walk away and leave that mouthy little fucker alone. “What is it?”
“Th-that was nice of you. You didn’t have to do it.”
“I know.” Leo crossed his arms and waited.
“Thank you. And…” Cantrell bit his lip. “I’m sorry. I-I guess I shouldn’t have tried to fix the problem myself. You’re right.”
The guy was pretty damn cute.
Oh hell no. Don’t even go there.
The
Right One
by Felice Stevens was swoon worthy and powerful. Ms. Stevens
created a synergy of emotional upheaval and the need for healing, forgiveness,
and love.
As
an abused partner, Morgan took matters into his own hands, and left with the
clothes on his back to start a new life sans Jeffery. Enter Leo DeLuca, the sup
of the apartment building Morgan moved into. Gruff, hiding behind a suit of
armor, Leo was a man who harbored demons yet somewhere in his soul a good man
resided.
Morgan
and Leo were attracted to each other albeit in an unconventional way- klutzy
accidents, ranting landlords- just added to the mix.
I
loved that Ms. Stevens didn’t necessarily give us an opposites attract story,
but rather a story of two men on the path of awareness that simply came from
different parts. Together. Leo and Morgan embarked on a journey to not only discover
themselves as strong individuals, but also on a journey which led to a relationship
based on mutual respect and desire- something neither man previously
experienced.
The
Right One
was an emotional roller coaster, but what would one expect from such a prolific
writer as Felice Stevens. Morgan and Leo will tug at anyone’s
heartstrings-
Definite
S.E.X.
A
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