The past two days have seen my reviews for Inhale and Exhale, so now here we are, the last book in the trilogy … I give you …
He made a deal with the devil to save the woman he loves…
After tragedy rocks the foundation of their relationship, Australian Sentinel Gavin Cassidy and whale biologist Zoe Morgan call it quits. Gavin can’t forgive himself for shattering her trust, and being with the sexy rock star is killing Zoe. Literally.
But love—and duty—are powerful motivators, and alliances are forged in the most unlikely places. With the key to salvation locked inside the mind of an unconscious child, Gavin must find another way to snuff out the Fyre Elementals before millions of humans die, or make good on his deal with the devil and lose the one he loves. Again.
*This book contains graphic language, sex, and violence. Not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
**The author will donate all profits from the sale of the JUST BREATHE trilogy to programs that educate people about whales and the challenges they face.
***This review will contain spoilers for Inhale and Exhale. I find it impossible to review without discussing things that happened in the previous books.***
What the f**k just happened? We start not long after Gavin does what he did with Scarlet to Zoe. I mean … BITCH. Seriously, can I kill Scarlet myself? I don’t think I have ever hated a bad guy as much as I hate her. I was shaking with rage every time she made an appearance. At the same time, my heart was shattered for Zoe & Gavin. They have been through so much and deserved to be happy, but it just wasn’t in the cards for them at this point. Maybe in the future? But with things going the way they were, I wasn’t holding my breath.
Both Zoe & Gavin make some hard choices. Choices I myself, in the same situation, would not be able to make. Hence why I will never be the “hero” of anyone’s story. You should be grateful the fate of the world is not in my hands.
Without giving anything away … a lot happens in this book. Good thing it is the last in the trilogy, because I don’t think I could have taken much more of the emotions I felt. It seemed like time after time someone was making what they thought to be the most noble decision, and they didn’t listen to ANY of my advice. If they would have listened to me, things would have resolved much earlier. But then the book would have been way too short. Hmm …
In the end … well, I am not going to tell you what happens in the end. 🙂 I will say that Gavin will forever be in my list of fictional characters I would leave my husband for if they ever became real. And Zoe is my hero. I kind of want her
job life. Should you read this series? YES. It is good. Great. Amazing. Heart-wrenching. It is all the things a good trilogy should be.
I know this review is a bit on the short side, and it doesn’t say much, but if I keep going on I will accidentally spoil something for you, plus I want to get on to the character interactions. They are fantastic.
Ok folks, I had the chance to interact with the characters from the Just Breathe Trilogy. I did not keep it pg, so consider yourself warned …
Laura: Let’s talk about sex … great, now I have that horrible song in my head …. moving on … what makes sex different in the Dreaming vs. the Real World? Do you have a preference? Pros & Cons of each? Any good raunchy stories?
Gavin Cassidy: Dream sex is ethereal. Your head’s in it, but your body isn’t. Well, not usually. I’m looking at you, Zed. You still owe me a couple sets of bed linens.
Laura: So you are saying it is all mental, and that your sleeping body doesn’t usually, um, complete the task?
Zoe Morgan: I can’t believe you’re discussing our sex life in a public forum. *Shakes head* Scratch that. Totally not surprised.
Since we’re putting it out there…first time we did the deed in the Dreaming was awesome. Sex on a beach without the pain of the stubborn grit getting into sensitive crevices? I can’t deny, it was pretty perfect. 🙂
Gavin: Wait a second. You’ve had sex on a beach before? Without ME?
Byrn: Tell him the truth, Zoe. We totally did it on a beach. And on Gavin’s Harley while he was playing his latest gig. Dude, I banged her on your washing machine too when you were sleeping one night. Oh, and remember that time we did it on Gavin’s roof, Zoe? Quite a balancing act. Totally worth the scraped knees and twigs in the hair.
Gavin: I was wondering what that smell was. Now I recognize it. The smell of you being full of shite, Byrn.
Zoe: Don’t fight, boys. And Byrn, you’re far too simple to interest a woman like me.
Gavin: So, I get no answer to my sex on the beach question? You know what this means, Zed. Beach. Sex. Tonight.
Laura: Well, it would be great to have a direct comparison. Dreaming beach sex vs. Real World beach sex. All in the name of science of course. I hope you share your findings.
Zoe: So not having beach sex. No matter how many towels you lay down, you’ll ALWAYS end up with sand somewhere you don’t want it. Trust me. Now, ocean sex…
Gavin: *Tosses Zoe over shoulder and heads for the door* Findings…coming right up. Give me an hour. Or three.
Scarlet: *Sticks finger down throat* I hope she drowns.
Gavin: How about we drown you instead, Scarlet. *Wrinkles nose* You need a bath in a bad way.
Scarlet: I’ll be bathing in your Fire very soon, my love. VERY soon. *Muah*
Zoe: Kinda hard to bathe in his Fire when he’s surrounded by Water. *Slips arms around Gavin’s waist and kisses his cheek. Inhales.* God, you smell good, Gavin.
Jack Weaver: You crazy kids. *Bites apple*
Sinnder: Speaking of good smells… *Turns around*
Jet Hawthorne: What? Why’s everyone looking at me funny?
Sinnder: The Ice Queen cometh. *Rolls left shoulder until it pops* And me without my boxing gloves…
Byrn: You’re not mugging on my Jet, are you, Sinnder? She only has eyes for Byrn, don’t you, baby? *Blows Jet a kiss* We have…history.
Jet: Oh, yeah. Lots of history. Let’s see. Just last week I threw you across the yard for insulting Vexx. Then there was the cooking incident back home. Remember that one? I shoved your hand down the garbage disposal after you brought three girls to the kitchen, laid them naked on food prep tables, and drizzled them with maple syrup.
Byrn: *Eyes twinkling* Yeah, that was a good day. Well, aside from the shredded knuckles.
Kendall Grey, word wrangler, whale warrior, wicked wench, and lover of tongue-tripping alliteration, was born without an off-switch between her brain and mouth. She’s been called the “Flux Capacitor of Twitter” (@kendallgrey1) and “A little package of love all wrapped up in F-word paper,” but she’s really just a maniacal writer relaying eyewitness accounts of the rave inside her head. She writes urban fantasy with strong romantic elements and also dabbles in erotica and horror on occasion.
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