Title: Back to Yesterday
Series: Bleeding Hearts #2
Author: Whitney Barbetti
Release Date: October 20th, 2016
The distance from Colorado to Maine is not far enough to escape the memories.
The time I've been away is not long enough to heal the pain.
I left Colorado, determined to discover who I am outside of my grief, but I fell apart along the way.
I'm lost again.
When Jude follows me, I can't turn him away. But I can't let him in, either.
Not all the way.
I know when he finds out my secret, the one I keep hidden in the darkest part of my heart, he’ll leave me.
Like I was before.
“Are you okay?”
He laughed, but it was without humor. He dropped his head and stared at his plate as I had minutes earlier. “Am I okay?” Shaking his head, he said, “No, I’m not fucking okay.” He pushed away from the table hard enough that the screech of the chair across the wooden floor startled me. Jude was always so steady, and while he wasn’t necessarily predictable, he wasn’t prone to outbursts of anger like this. He picked up his plate and walked to the sink and I stared at his back, willing him to talk to me. But I couldn’t ask that of him.
Picking up my plate, I debated what to do. It was surreal almost, being in Jude’s apartment but not touching him the way I wanted to. Finally, I joined him at the sink as he worked a sponge into a lather and swiped it across his plate. “Let me do it,” I said softly, reaching a hand in to take the sponge from him.
He let go of the plate and clasped my forearm as I reached into the sink. His touch was gentle as he turned my wrist over and rubbed a thumb slowly across the length of my vein, visible through my translucent skin. I could only hold my breath as he touched me like this, like he was memorizing the blue lines that ran the length of my forearm. His hands were warm, searching, and I realized that I’d been yearning for this, for the simple act of him touching my skin like it was delicate. His fingers moved down, and my closed fist opened to give him access to my palm, where he traced the lines in my hands. It was so intimate, even in its simplicity, that all I could do was watch him as he examined my hands. “I’ve missed you,” he said in a voice that was just short of a whisper. My heart turned over as he bent my fingers gently back into my fist and rubbed his soapy fingers over the knuckles.
When he let go of my hand and turned away from me, I felt goose bumps ignite across my skin. All I wanted was for him to keep touching me, but I’d hurt him. And he’d hurt me.
We had miles of pain between the two of us, and even though we were no longer miles apart, that pain existed between us like another person, holding both of us back.
“I missed you too,” I said too late, when I’d caught my breath again.
“Please,” he pleaded as he rinsed the plate in his hands. “I can’t hear you say that right now.”
Nodding, I backed away. I understood. This wasn’t the time or place, and we were little more than strangers right now. I was a new Trista, someone he had never known.
Likely, someone he didn’t want to know.
About the Author:
I am a wife to one and a mom to two humans and one cat. I have a deep and abiding love for nachos - especially the kind with the liquid cheese, like from Taco Bell (sorry). I run on less than four hours of sleep thanks to copious amounts of Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except my hungry stomach.)
As a Navy brat, I grew up all over the country, from California, up the east coast from Florida to New England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we have lots of potatoes and windmills.
I write character-driven New Adult novels, heavy on the emotional connection. I LOVE love. I love writing about broken characters who find their soul mates.
I always have a problem reviewing Whitney Barbetti's books because they are so emotional, so heartbreaking, so full of hope at times, that I am pretty sure, my words could never even come close to what I am feeling about the stories. And Back To Yesterday is no exception. It is such an emotional whirlwind that there will be times you won't know what's up and what's down. The writing is flawless, as always. And as for the characters, what can I say. You already met them in Into The Tomorrows and I am pretty sure you love them and root for their HEA.
This second and final book in the series is mainly focused on Trista. So sorry Jude fans, you are not going to get that much of him (unfortunately :( ) but what you are getting is the struggle of a woman to find herself, to believe that she deserves love, that she is worth something. It is painful and heartbreaking and there are probably scenes on which you will want to scream, and cry, and yell, probably at the same time. But rest assured, there is light at the end of the tunnel. And there is always Jude to lift your spirits. With his gentle and caring soul, he is definitely a dream :) And it doesn't hurt that he looks like a GOD :D
One thing I feel needs mentioning, is the poetry in the book. It adds a different dymention to the story and at the same time, it is so much Trista. I think it helped me understand her even better, her feelings, her fears. It is simply raw and real. Definitely a great addition to the book.
So, if I have to summarise, this is a must read. If you've read Into the Tomorrows you know that you need to find what happens with Trista and Jude. It is simply a must. And of course, if you've read Whitney Barbetti before, you know that she is incredible in creating some of the most emotional stories ever. If you are new to the author, where the HE*L have you been. You need to change that immediately :D So get your #oneclick finger working and pick yourself a copy :) You won't regret it :)