Nora Robertson is struggling to find her place in society after being held captive for half a year. Her sense of normal is skewed at best, in love and life but, she is trying to recover with the help of her support system. She pines for a home and a love she can no longer have. A love she knows was wrong but still clings to and desires secretly.
Liam Lockwood stumbled across a photo in a magazine of his long forgotten brother causing buried secrets, heartache and obsession to bubble to the surface. When Liam sees something he wants, he takes it. He always has and this time will be no different despite his father’s warning. Payback for a dark and broken childhood now has a name, Nora Robertson.
When Liam and Nora’s paths collide everyone in their wake will be left stumbling when the truth reveals itself.
Attraction is not random.
OMFG! Ever since devouring The Tutor by K. Larsen back in June I’ve been on the edge of my seat in anticipation for The Brother because I needed (and wanted) more of Nora’s story. The story picks up several months after the ending events of the first book (although this book can be enjoyed as a standalone I recommend reading The Tutor first) and we see as she tries to navigate through her life outside of captivity. When she meets Liam the connection is evident, but she feels as if she is cheating on Holden (if you don’t know who he is, don’t worry you’ll quickly find out what role he plays in her life) and isn’t sure if she should allow herself to move on…
Gosh. There is just so much that I want to say about this extraordinary story, but at the moment I am at a loss for words…This story left me with an abundance of feels and I once again found my heart captured from start to finish. This was hands down another 5 star read from the amazingly talented K. Larsen!
About K. Larsen
You talk. I listen. You move. I watch. You don’t know I exist, but I learn from watching you. I absorb the minute details you emit. I use them. I write. I take the smallest sliver from you, about you and I piece it into a character. It takes so many little slivers to create a whole, complete being. I watch people. I hear words, individual words from many different conversations floating around. I stockpile them away. I rearrange them into to something else. Nothing goes to waste. There is a little of each one of you in each person I create. You are all of them and they are all of you. Good combined with bad. Kind mixed in with evil. All the little slivers compound on each other creating something bigger. That is how my writing works.