New Release (Book Review & Excerpt): Maldeamores by Mara White

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Title: Maldeamores
Author: Mara White
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Rating: 5 stars

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“Refreshingly ‘taboo’ – in a community where we’re inundated by novels claiming this title, it’s wonderful to finally find a book that not only truly lives up to the word, but is also well written, moving, and beautiful in its prose.”   Stylo Fantome, Best Selling Author of the Kane Trilogy.

Belén:  I’ve loved Luciano ever since I can remember, desired him before I even knew what it meant.  He’s always been the only man in my life—my constant protector, and his rejection only intensifies my need.

Luciano: I’ve never known a love more fierce than the one I feel for Belén.  But I force myself to deny her no matter how much it hurts.

Our love is a sickness and both of us are infected.

Because there’s no cure for being from the same family.

ADD TO GOOD READS:  https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25324885-maldeamores

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This is by far, for me, Mara White’s best book.  I read her Heights series and The Delivery, but this baby right here, sucked me right in from the very beginning.  You know how we as readers talk about the “feels”?  Well I had them in spade and Luciano “Lucky” Cabrera was EVERYTHING and then some with a bag of chips.

By now you have read the blurb or some reviews regarding the “taboo” issue.  You may be thinking “cousins who fall in love, WTF”?  Well you know what, it happens.  But Ms. White didn’t write an incestuous book, no, she wrote a brutally honest, heart breaking love story of two people.  And I can give you the old cliché, the heart wants what the heart wants, but at what cost?

Belen and Lucky grew up together, slept in the same crib as kids.  Lucky was Belen’s protector, except, he didn’t protect her heart.  You will see how Belen’s love for Lucky is so painful.  You will also see Lucky’s pain as well.  Tears slip down her face onto the sheet.  Belen has never looked so beautiful to me as she does at this moment.  She is raw.  Pure emotion.  Savagely in love with me and willing to sacrifice whatever it takes.  They were lovesick or Maldeamores.

I found myself not wanting to put this book down, my heart was beating so fast at many points and my tears flowed.  I will mention that Belen did not annoy me, she was a crier, but when you read her story you will cry with her or for her.  “Len, you are the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me”.  That is how I felt too, Lucky.

You get dual POVs, which I love.  The author does not write a lot of dialogue between characters, she writes a story, through and through.  The author makes you feel the emotions that her characters are feeling with their alternating POVs.

Don’t let the blurb of the book scare you, if the theme of the book is going to bother you, then don’t read it, but you should open your mind putting aside the “taboo”.  The writing is exceptional and will make you think and feel.  This book touched me on a personal level.  I could go on and on about this book, but I want you to take a chance to read it for yourself and have the FEELS that I did reading it.

– Michelle

*An ARC was provided for an honest review.

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Now that Luciano lives in the same building, he comes over all the time. Both he and Titi have a key, and I have one to their apartment that I keep on my key chain.

Our front door opens while I’m sitting at the dining room table doing homework. I look up, expecting to see Mami coming in with the groceries, but instead it’s Luciano and he doesn’t look good.

His lip is swollen and bleeding—his eye took a punch too, and it’s almost closed from the pressure. He’s hurt and it startles me. I stand up and my pen rolls to the floor, but I stay silent, waiting for him to say something first.

“I didn’t think you’d be home,” he says. His face is totally straight, lacking any emotion.

“The library was closed for a special event. Was there a fight? Are you okay? You’re bleeding.”

He nods and says nothing.

“Let me get you some ice,” I say, running to the kitchen.

I put ice in a bowl and run a clean towel under water, then grab some gauze and peroxide from the bathroom and take it all to the living room where he’s sitting.

Kneeling down beside him, I put ice cubes in the wet towel and lift it to his face. I ask permission with my eyes and Luciano gives me a quick nod. He winces from either the cold or the pressure and I put my hand on his chest to calm him. It’s an automatic gesture.

“Does it hurt?” I ask him.

He shakes his head.

His chest feels solid under his T-shirt and touching it does strange things to my body. I try to focus on the task in front of me.

“Titi will kill you,” I say, pulling my mind away from his hard chest. “You should try to stay out of fights,” I add, resisting the urge to wrap my arms around him or crawl into his lap. Luciano is, and has always been, the only man in my life. I look to him for reassurance all the time, even though we’re almost the same age.

I dab at the gash under his eye that is bleeding the most.

“Easier said than done,” he says, and then grabs my wrist hard. I stare at the juncture where his hand meets my arm. His knuckles are white and my skin under his grip is turning bright pink.

My lips immediately part and my stomach fills with unease. I can always read Luciano, but right now I can’t tell what’s happening. He has sweat on his brow and there’s dirt smudged on his face and his arm. He doesn’t release my hand.

“Luciano, you’re scaring me.”

He drops my wrist disdainfully and his eyes graze slowly down my body. I glance down at my own chest and suddenly remember that I took my bra off when I got in. I’m wearing a white button-down shirt, unbuttoned a little bit. My nipples are hard from the cold ice in the tea cloth. The shirt brushes over my breasts just enough to make shivers skirt up my back.

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I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic.  I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela and Bikram Yoga enthusiast.  I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground.

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