EVERYTHING I LEFT UNSAID is book one in the Everything
I Left Unsaid series by M. O'Keefe, who is actually
Molly O'Keefe. She does a terrific job of writing
incredibly angsty books that capture me utterly and wring
me out into a sobbing yet happy ball on the floor. I adore
her writing. This series under her "M." name is a
contemporary romance, like her others under the Molly name,
but this series is erotic. And boy howdy, does it deliver.
Annie has fled from an abusive husband, running cross
country until she hunkers down in a rundown trailer park
with badly dyed hair and only a few bucks to her name. She
rents a dilapidated trailer and waits to see if she's
successfully escaped. She discovers an abandoned cell
phone in her trailer. A sexy voice on the other end of the phone slowly
coaxes her over time into enjoying her newly found
freedom. Dylan soon entices her to act out her sexual
fantasies, and it's so liberating to follow as Annie feels
more alive when she pushes herself beyond the limits her
mother and husband have hemmed her into. Dylan has his own
horrific past that has locked him into isolation, but soon
he finds that Annie's lust for life is tempting him into
opening up as well. The story is told from alternating his-
and-hers points of view, keeping me riveted in Dylan and
Annie's heads.
EVERYTHING I LEFT UNSAID ends on a cliffhanger, and I'm so anxious to read
book two, which will be released a month later. If
you don't want to be biting your nails in a tizzy, waiting
to find out what happens, you might want to buy this one
and wait to read it until book two, THE TRUTH ABOUT HIM,
comes out. Either way you choose to pace it, you want to
read this book. It is dark, gripping, and HOT. I'll read
anything O'Keefe writes. And EVERYTHING I LEFT UNSAID by
M. O'Keefe leaves me panting for more.
Fans of Jodi Ellen Malpas, K. Bromberg, and Joanna Wylde
will be unable to resist this sexy, deeply intimate tale of
a woman running from her past, and the darkly mysterious man
who sets her free.
I didn’t think answering someone else’s cellphone would
change my life. But the stranger with the low, deep voice on
the other end of the line tempted me, awakened my body, set
me on fire. He was looking for someone else. Instead he
found me.
And I found a hot, secret world where I felt alive for the
first time.
His name was Dylan, and, strangely, he made me feel safe.
Desired. Compelled. Every dark thing he asked me to do, I
did. Without question. I longed to meet him, but we were
both keeping secrets. And mine were dangerous. If I took the
first step, if I got closer to Dylan—emotionally,
physically—then I wouldn’t be hiding anymore. I would be
exposed, with nothing left to surrender but the truth. And
my truth could hurt us both.