Type: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Forever Yours
My copy: NetGalley
Hadley saved my life…and I ruined hers
Hadley’s my best friend. We share a house, our friends, a life. She knows all my secrets…except one. My desperate need for her is inked on my body, it’s the best I can do. But Hadley needs to hear the words…
Growing up as foster kids, Hadley made me feel whole—sane. And what did I do? I destroyed our chance to be together. I ran out on Hadley when I should have stayed, and something broke between us. Now I’ll do anything to fix it.
I’ll never leave her again. I won’t ever let her feel afraid again. But the more I try to protect her from my pain, the more I just make things worse. I’m terrified that if I tell her everything, she’ll never forgive me. I’m even more terrified that it may be too late to make her mine. I have to try to give her what she needs…it’s a debt I’m determined to repay.
The Debt by Tyler King was an interesting read for me. The entire book was told in Josh’s point of view, which I found very interesting and very rare. Most authors go with either only the female point of view or dual point of views. So it’s always interesting to me to go with just the main male point of view.
In the Debt, we get a lot of angst, mostly between the two main characters. Josh and Hadley, or Punky, as Josh calls her, met in a foster home when they were young. Both had very traumatic history they are trying to overcome. Together they found their way out of the foster care system and in loving homes, but both have repercussions from what they survived and do not know how to move past it.
In high school, Josh caused a huge rift between them and walked away from Hadley. Years later Josh and Hadley see each other every day, but could not be more apart from each other. They both want the same thing, but have no idea how to get there.
After a series of big communication mishaps, will these two find their way to each other or finally walk away from each other?
I really liked Josh. I found him heartbreaking, strong and weak all at the same time. It created quite the hero and flawed, which I find more endearing. He was so conflicted and could not come to terms with himself, much less Hadley. In the end, he needed to do this before being able to move forward.
Hadley on the other hand seemed so strong at times, but at others so weak. There was a reason behind her up and down, but she never really did anything to fix it. She knew what she wanted, but pushed it away for so long, she almost lost everything.
This story had so much going on at times, that it seemed a bit overwhelming and all over the place. Too many issues going on and not all of them always addressed or resolved. Then sprinkled with one more big unexpected occurrence and it seemed a bit too much. But I must admit I found the second half of the book much more engaging. I needed to find out what was going to happen.
So though some parts failed for me, overall it was a good read and I look forward to other work by Tyler King.
*Note this book may contain triggers for some and is filed with angst, however, I would consider recommending and keeping an eye on other works by this author.
I give The Debt by Tyler King 3.5 stars.
Hours later, just after 8:00 a.m., I was still awake when the woman next to me stretched and reached for her phone on my nightstand. Propped up against my headboard, I watched the silhouette of a leggy blonde dressing at the foot of my bed. She shoved her tits into a push-up bra and wiggled her way into a tight black dress.
“It was fun,” she said. “See you around, MacKay.”
She tiptoed away with her shoes in her hand and closed the door behind her. I knew I shouldn’t have brought Kate home, but at the time I didn’t have the clarity of mind to do otherwise. Women had always been transient in my life. This one was no different.
I pried myself from the covers, then crossed the room and stood at the floor-length mirror beside my dresser to inspect the new ink peeking around the right side of my rib cage. The skin there was still tender and swollen, a result of six hours under the needles to continue the design that decorated my back. Bear was an artist with an implement of pain.
My eyes fell to the framed photo lying facedown on my dresser: a younger me in a tux, standing onstage with my adoptive parents beside a piano before my first sold-out concert. It was one of the happiest days of my life, and I couldn’t bear to look at it.
I was skinnier then, and lanky. Hadn’t yet grown into my body. Next to my pale, freckled parents, I stood out like one of those exotic adopted children of yuppie celebrity parents. Dark skin. Black hair. Green eyes. People told me I was “interesting” to look at, to gawk at. So little by little I covered all the pretty bare flesh in tattoos.
The first piece I ever had done was of a raven with its wings spread wide across my chest. The tips of each broken wing nailed down. I was seventeen then. After my first sitting, I came to understand why people said tattoos were addictive. I suppose I became a glutton for pain, because when Bear’s wife offered to put a hole in my lip, I let her stick a needle through my face. For shits and giggles. At twenty-one, I had two full sleeves. My dad only asked that I keep the modifications within reason. I was a bit fuzzy on that definition.
From the top dresser drawer, I grabbed a tube of antibacterial ointment and applied two fingers’ worth to the new tattoo. My stomach growled. It was empty and angry from last night. So I sifted through the field of laundry-pile bunkers scattered around my bedroom until I found a black shirt and dark jeans on the passable side of clean.
When I hit the landing at the bottom of the stairs, I felt a pair of knowing brown eyes watching me from the living room. Nothing good ever came from the morning-after ritual. Even so, I couldn’t help but glance at my roommate curled up on the leather couch with her laptop open and earbuds hidden under her long dark hair. She held seven fingers over her head. Hadley averted her gaze back to the computer screen rather than look for my reaction. Like she didn’t give a fuck.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than wait for the walk of shame?”
“Don’t you have an appointment to get your dick swabbed for STDs?”
And so everything was par for the course on a Sunday morning. I held out my middle finger as I turned toward the kitchen. That was fun. Let’s do it again next week, shall we? I had yet to decipher her scoring system. Asking for clarification would only validate her participation in my sex life.
Neither of us enjoyed living together. My parents’ house in the middle of nowhere was too big for two people and not big enough for the both of us. Since my dad left to take a job in New York during our freshman year of college, every day was a special kind of torture. But Hadley needed me. And as much as I couldn’t stand being near her, I wouldn’t abandon her again.