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From the New York Times Bestselling Author Penny Reid …
Still an unrepentant slacker.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Mona’s meticulously planned allotment of relaxation is thrown into chaos by the unscheduled appearance of her older brother’s band of friends, including the one person she’d hoped to never face again. Abram still makes her feel entirely too much, which is one of the reasons she disappeared after their one week together. But now, trapped on a mountain of snow and things unspoken, Mona will have to find a way to coexist with Abram, chaos and all.
Laws of Physics parts 1 (MOTION) & 2 (SPACE) end with a cliffhanger.
With a sense of longing, Mona has gone through time with the monotony of her day to day tasks. Each day leaves her head full of ‘what ifs’ where Abram was concerned. Every single time Mona hears about Abram, she wonders where is could be in that moment, and what is guiding him through his days in the music industry. However – Mona knows not to actively seek out information about the one person who haunts her every thought.
Determined to not allow her life to be dictated by her desire for Abram, Mona heads to the mountains with her best friend Allyn. Aspen has always been like a second home to Mona; a place to seek solitude when it is needed the most. Nothing could have prepared Mona for the arrival of her brother and his multitude of friends. An unexpected event, but things become even more shocking when Abram walks into the house.
Time hasn’t dulled the sense of anger that Abram felt for Mona’s betrayal. Every day since they have been apart, Abram has wondered what the sisters plans were for deceiving him so blatantly. Determined to not allow Mona to escape this vacation without knowing his wrath, Abram can’t help but feel the twinges of his attraction weaving into the present. How can these two tortured souls uncover all that is standing between them?
Conflict and attraction sprinkle the pages of Space by Penny Reid. The latest addition to the Laws of Physics is full of longing and uncertainty. Mona and Abram have gone their separate ways, but both clearly have unresolved feelings for the other. Their time apart has done little to quell the feelings from their time together, and getting snowed in together in Aspen is about to bring all the pain front and center.
Reid has penned another amazing story that revolves around Abram and Mona. Together the two bring an intensity that leaves you desperate for a resolution. Nothing will be easy on the road to redemption for Mona, and having Abram so close will bring those confined feelings back to the present. Everything about this couple is appealing to me!! I love the heat, the quirkiness, and attraction that Mona and Abram share. Their journey will pull you in from the very first chapter. Where it leads…..well….that remains to be seen!! Make sure you add Space to your reader….you can than me later!!
“Hi—hello,” she said, stepping forward but not out of the way, drawing my attention.
She was still staring at me, her face still pale, but her eyes had turned searching instead of stunned.
“I—” She stopped herself, swallowing, her gaze dropping to the front of my coat, a cute little frown furrowing her eyebrows. In the next moment, she was pulling off the glove of her right hand. Abruptly, she shoved the ungloved fingers toward me, returning her eyes to mine. “I’m Mona.”
I suppressed my disbelief at her small action before it could break my outward mask of calm. I wasn’t calm. Just to be clear, I was the opposite of calm.
The fact that she was introducing herself to me now meant that she thought I was too stupid to figure out her lies over the last two-and-a-half-fucking years. She was arguably one of the smartest people in the world, after all. To her, people like me must seem like housebroken pets. So it shouldn’t have surprised me. But it did. The tension and tightness around my ribs reappeared, squeezing uncomfortably.
Dropping my attention to her bare hand, I pressed my lips into a tighter line, dismissing the way my pulse jumped at the sight of her wrist, the olive tone of her skin under the yellow string lights overhead. Glaring at her outstretched offering, I considered telling her to go to hell.
I considered it, but I wouldn’t.
I didn’t trust myself to speak, that was reason number one.
The other reason was harder to explain, or use as a justification, or admit to myself. Staring at her hand, I braced against a sudden flare of hunger. She might consider me a lower life-form, but that didn’t change the fact that I wanted to touch her. I wanted to touch her more than I wanted to tell her to go to hell, and that was fucking pitiful.
But there it was.
Acting on the compulsion, I lifted my right hand and tugged off the ski glove, sliding my warm palm against her much colder one. Her hand felt good in my hand, the right weight, the right size, the right texture, and I inhaled freezing air.
Mona also seemed to suck in a slow but expansive breath as our hands touched, held. This brought my eyes back to hers in time to see her lashes flutter. Pink colored her previously pale cheeks. The sound of the wailing wind, the sting of the air and frost momentarily melted away, leaving just her, her soft skin warming against mine, her beautiful face filling my vision.
She really was. She was stunning. I hated that she was still so beautiful to me.