Haven Investigations, #4
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Sequel to Model Investigator
Haven Investigations: Book Four
After being rescued by Ollie, Kade continues to suffer the aftermath of his ordeal, both physically and psychologically. Not knowing how else to clear his head, he pours his energy into Ollie—the love of his life—and Haven Investigations, but neither Ollie nor Kade can continue to ignore what they learned from their last case: Ollie’s brother, Nathan, might have betrayed Kade.
As they dig into Ollie’s past, secrets are revealed. Was Nathan’s death a suicide? Were Ollie’s parents much more than they seemed? Is someone out to kill Ollie, or is it Kade’s past coming back to haunt them again?
Amidst questions and uncertainties, one thing is clear: after everything they have been through together, Kade and Ollie have never been more in love and they want to get married. But first, they’ll have to deal with the continued threat of Kade’s past, the emotional wounds Kade fears are drowning him, and the possibility that everything Ollie believed about his family was a lie. A beautiful happily ever after awaits them—as long as they can survive long enough to make it to the altar.
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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Demisexual, Gay, Genderfluid
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Hurt / Comfort, Interracial Relationship
Word Count: 92,378
Setting: San Francisco, USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
EVERY DAY for more than half a year, I had watched my lover, Ollie, suffer from depression and anxiety, thinking I understood. I’d been so wrong. Now after two months of constant appointments and several medications, I was still unable to shake the overwhelming feeling of dread. Never mind that I’d told Jolanda, my therapist, every last bit I could remember from my days being held captive by my father. Sometimes my brain just took over for me, shutting down or switching to autopilot. This last time, unlike the many times of my youth, it wasn’t about my sexuality. Instead he’d just tried to convince me Ollie was dead and it was all my fault. I often awoke in a cold sweat, terrified, until I found Ollie beside me, alive and safe.
“It’s PTSD, Kade,” Jolanda reaffirmed. “The depression and anxiety are just symptoms of the larger problem.”READ MORE
“And not going away,” I told her. Or letting up. Sometimes the smallest thing could have me fighting tears or so overwhelmed with sadness I could barely breathe. It was terrifying just how much I worried about stupid things. Like where Ollie was every second of the day, even when I knew he was home or with Britney or Sophie or just in the other room. Or if someone was watching me, waiting to swoop in and abduct me again. “I’m not normal.”
“Is anyone?” Jolanda asked.
“Not normal for me.” It was getting harder to hide it from Ollie.
“You’ve been through a lot, Kade. How about giving yourself some time to heal?”
“Shouldn’t I have gotten this from serving?”
“Did you ever feel as helpless while serving? Have as much to lose?”
I hated the way she volleyed questions back at me when she already knew the answers. “No.” The truth was, while I’d been serving my country, I’d had nothing to return home to. Now I had so much.
“Give it time.”
“Ollie needs me.” He was healing from a major stroke. He had blackouts, memory loss, and sometimes a complete bipolar change of his emotions. He needed me to be solid so he could heal.
“There’s no reason you can’t be there for Ollie while you’re healing. You both need to take it slow,” Jolanda said.
“He needs me to be solid. His rock.”
“And you need him to be yours. Why can’t it be an exchange? Don’t you trust him?”
Of course I trusted him. The only time I could breathe anymore was when he was in the room with me. It was irrational and I knew it was irrational. I just needed to figure out how to set aside this horrible dread. Moving beyond the depression, anxiety, and emotional exhaustion seemed impossible. Like the weight of an elephant on my chest, it never let up.
“Have you told him how you feel? Your fears?”
“No.” Ollie knew I had PTSD, but not how badly I struggled with it.
“Because you’re worried how he’ll react?”
“His brother killed himself because of PTSD. You don’t get how that messed him up.” Only she did, because she treated him too. I sighed. “Sorry. You get it. I know you do.”
“Nathan Petroskovic died from an illness,” she pointed out. “The means are irrelevant.”
I swallowed back bile at the thought. He’d died because he hadn’t been strong enough to keep fighting. What if I couldn’t handle the weight of it anymore? It had only been a few months. What if this continued for years? I wasn’t sure I was strong enough. Fuck.
She let me stew a little longer before saying, “You come to me for help. A cure. An instant fix. You know I can’t give you any of those things.”
I knew I had to work for those, and they were all intangible things, which made it so much harder. “So I’m stuck?”
“I will always be here for you. But maybe it’s not me you need.”
“I can’t talk to Ollie about this.” He’s not strong enough.
Fuck. Where had that thought come from? He was the strongest person I knew. He’d been living with this god-be-damned monster of depression and anxiety on his back his whole life. What did that say for me that I couldn’t handle it for a few months?
“What do you fear he’ll do if you tell him just how bad off you are right now?”
Leave me. Oh God, I’d really fall apart. I was only holding it together because I went home to him every day, curled up on the chaise with him, cuddled on the couch with him and our cat, Newt. Ollie’s smile, the subtle turn of his head, the way he canted his hips when he leaned against the counter to talk to me….
“How about a challenge for this week?”
No. I wasn’t ready. Not yet. Not to tell him.
“Tell him one hard truth each day.” She put her hand up when I began to protest. “Doesn’t have to be about him, or even about you. It could be: Climate change is fucking us up right now. Or you hate the color orange. Just one hard truth. Each one should be easier to say than the last.”
“I need him,” I whispered.
“I know. So start small. Tell him you’re worried. Or that you hate a pair of shoes. Just talk to him. Shutting down is not going to benefit either of you. I think a lot of your anxiety about him leaving is simply because you’re not talking to him.”
“Okay.” It sounded easier than I was sure it was. “I just wish….” That I’d been born to a different family. That my head hadn’t been fucked with by my father and a chemical cocktail. That I could see into the future to know that admitting I was broken to Ollie wasn’t going to tip him over the edge.
“Okay,” I agreed. It was somewhere to start.
THE SILENCE was brutal. Every time I went for therapy, I asked Ollie to sit in the waiting room or tried to schedule it when he was busy. He was onto me now and insisted on coming even if it was just to pace the small space and worry. I hated that I made him worry.
He always greeted me with a smile, took my hand, and walked out with me. He didn’t offer a hug anymore. I’d done that. Rejected it, so he hesitated. Fuck me, I was fucking us up so bad.
I drove us home on autopilot, only the radio crooning songs between us. If I couldn’t pull it together, we’d fall apart. Ollie was trying. Every day he’d prod a little, only to dance away if I snarled. He gave me space and let me take control. He told me he loved me and believed in me. So why couldn’t I believe in myself? Why did my heart skip a beat every time he left the room like it was expecting my world to blow up again or him to vanish from my life?
I pulled into the garage, shut down the SUV, and sat there staring at nothing. Lost in my own head.
Ollie opened my door and offered up my cane and his smile.
I sighed. He was so beautiful. Inside and out. Codependent. Often more than a little lost and somewhat self-absorbed, but his heart was huge. And damn, if I didn’t love him, then I didn’t know what love was.
I slid out of the SUV, taking an extra moment to steady myself. The compression sock on my right thigh made my muscles ache, and I was tired. Always tired.
Ollie took a step away, but I reached for him, and he didn’t hesitate to come close. I pulled him into my arms to savor the heat of him against me. “I’m sorry.”
“Okay,” he said.
“I suck,” I admitted.
He smiled. “I enjoy the way you suck.”
“Brat.” I kissed him. “Just don’t hate me, please.”
“Never. Why would you think that?”
Because sharing was hard lately. “You know those shoes with the panda faces on them?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Yes.”
“I hate them. They’re creepy.” Especially when Ollie just dropped them anywhere and I ran into them, half sticking out from under the bed, in the middle of the night on a trip to the bathroom.
Hard truths. Shoes. Colors. “I don’t like the color orange. Not like pumpkin orange, but more like the burnt orange where it’s almost red but you’re not quite sure if it was supposed to be red or burnt orange.”
Ollie put his palm to my forehead. “You feeling okay? Maybe you should nap.”
I put my hand over his. “I love you, Ollie.”
He turned his hand so he could take mine, and sighed, leaning forward so our foreheads touched. “Am I helping you at all?”
“Yes,” I promised because just being near him helped. The hardest part was that I knew he trusted me to protect him and take care of him, even though he was fully capable of doing that himself, but I didn’t trust myself to do those things.
We stood there a few minutes in the darkened garage, swaying to a tune neither of us really heard; it was just the connection of us. In the protection of our home, away from the rest of the world, with him in my arms, I was invincible. Without him, I floundered.
“Will you go out with me?” he asked quietly.
I couldn’t help the way I tensed, and there was no way Ollie could miss it. “We were just out.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Like grocery shopping?” I asked hopefully because mostly that went okay.
“A date,” Ollie corrected.
I sucked in a hard breath.
“No weapons. No guards,” Ollie insisted.
“No.” I shook my head, pulling away.
“No. I can’t. What if….” There were so many what-ifs.
“What if we have a wonderful time and come home to have amazing sex?”
“Can’t we just stay home and have amazing sex?”
Ollie sighed. I could see the defeat as his shoulders slid back and his body curled away from me in disappointment. I was doing to him what every other lover he’d ever had had done, promised to never pull away from him. Yet here I was refusing to be seen with him, to do little things like go on a date with him. It was more than that, but I knew how Ollie saw it. How it hurt him. But today I was raw from my appointment. I needed to rest, lick my wounds, hide from the cruelty of the world.
“Can we do it tomorrow?” I asked.
If I didn’t give him anything, what reason would he have to stay? And with a day to prep, I could be prepared. Even if it was to call the Haven Investigations guards, Steven and James, and see who was available to tail us at an unnoticed distance.
He narrowed his eyes at me like he was onto me, and maybe he was. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I put my hand over my heart. “I’m just a little raw from therapy today.” More hard truths.
“Okay. No weapons. Just us. I can make whatever plans I want?”
“So long as it’s not skydiving or marathon running, I think we’re good. My leg is not quite up to par for extreme sports yet.” I had a prosthetic, and it worked fine but was taking a lot to get used to, and every day I ached from chafing or muscle strain. I’d spent more than a year learning how to work around the leg that barely moved; now it was more about balance since the loss. Which meant compensating elsewhere and left my left leg, hips, and back aching every day. My physical therapist said I was pushing too hard. It’s not a race, he often reminded me.
Ollie rewarded me with his most breathtaking smile. I sighed, absorbing it like it was sunshine. Those smiles were rare these days, too much in both our heads. “Tomorrow at six, then.”
“I have interviews tomorrow.” A half dozen, actually, as I was expanding Haven’s bodyguard business. I tugged him inside and toward the kitchen, planning to work on dinner.
“I’m sure you’ll be done by six.”
“Does that mean no sex tonight?” I wanted to know, since we were both home and the house was empty, other than Newt, who seemed to be enjoying the raw food diet I’d been preparing for him at Ollie’s request. The cat ate better than Ollie did. Something else I was working on.
“You might be able to talk me into sex tonight,” Ollie said.
“Might?” I opened the fridge and wondered what to make.
“I’m open to negotiation.” Ollie smiled at me.
I sighed and relaxed a little. Dinner and seduction I could do.
I JOLTED awake to another nightmare, this one a replay of finding Ollie bleeding on the floor of our bathroom after Donovan’s attack. Last fall Ollie’s childhood friend had broken into our home and tried to murder Ollie, to steal from him. I’d arrived just in time to keep Ollie from drowning or bleeding to death. Only in the dream I was too late to save him. It took a minute to orient myself to the bedroom and the sounds of the house.
The cat snored. It was an odd thing, but comforting. Ollie slept curled around me. His golden-brown waves hid his face, but his even breathing told me he was asleep. It was almost six in the morning. A rarity for me to sleep this late, though I probably hadn’t fallen asleep until sometime after 2:00 a.m.
Ollie was nude, his body gorgeous sleek lines in the first hints of morning light. His bones were mostly covered now. I could still trace his hip bones with my fingers, but his ribs weren’t a skeletal patchwork that made me worry.
We weren’t allowed to talk about his body without the therapist present. His dysmorphic disorder often ran away with the smallest detail, warping what he saw to something hideous. What I didn’t tell him was that his body was losing the waifish lack of muscle and flatness to minor curves, including the barest outline of a V to his hips. He’d panicked over his arms last week because he’d seen a hint of muscle and feared he was working out too much. I’d let him trace his fingers over the muscles in my arms and asked if my muscles were unappealing. Of course not. But I wasn’t him. We were still working on it.
Proper nutrition was good for him. Most of the time it was just convincing him of that fact. I knew when he physically felt good, could see it in his posture and when he had enough energy to make me chase him around. And when he missed a meal or it wasn’t balanced right, he got sluggish. Watching him was my favorite pastime.
I ran my fingertips over his side, down his flank, and over one of those gorgeous hips. He was mostly straight lines but had the sweetest little round butt. Each cheek fit perfectly in a hand. I loved to spread him wide and swallow him down, or lick his hole until he squirmed and came.
A soft sigh fell from his lips. “Are you trying to sex me up?” Ollie asked.
“I don’t know. Are you awake enough for me to sex you up?” I asked.
He rolled onto his back, arms flung over his head. “Do your worst.” His smile was teasing, but eyes still sleepy. Newt jumped off the bed with an indignant meow and headed out the door, his tail in the air. “Brat,” Ollie grumbled. “I’m trying to be sexy. Don’t spoil the mood.”
“You just like wake-up sex,” I accused him as I palmed his cock, which was already hard.
“Happy to oblige.” I dropped kisses over his chest. His pert little nipples tasted like salt and sunshine. He watched me with a half-lidded gaze. I wasn’t sure he was all that awake, but that was okay. His fingers found my hair as I kissed lower, dipping my tongue into his belly button, tracing the flow of his hips. Ollie removed most of his body hair. It was something he’d always done for modeling. Only recently, at my request, had he begun to leave a bit of trimmed hair around his groin. These were tiny blond curls that tickled my face whenever I went down on him.
That morning I wanted to see him come apart, couldn’t wait to taste him. I kissed the tip of his cock, licking away a bit of precome, before trailing my lips down the side of his length and to his balls. With my fingers I tickled his taint and teased his balls. I spread him apart so I could see the whole beauty of him. His little pucker seemed to clench in anticipation. I had no plans to fuck him today. But I did plan to make him come, and come hard.
“Kade…,” Ollie whined.
“Yeah, baby?” I breathed over his dick, darting my tongue out to lap at his balls and deliver one little nip to his taint. “Do you have any idea how good you look open to me like this?” I was as hard as a rock but would wait until I made Ollie come at least once before touching myself. I sucked his balls into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue over them.
His lower lip took a beating, his teeth clenching down on it as he gripped the sheets. He was so sensitive. I loved every second of watching him come apart.
I released his balls and licked at the space between them. “This is good, but not really enough, right? I know what you want.” I lowered my head to dig my nose into his taint and swipe his hole with my tongue. His gasp was sharp. “Yeah, baby. That’s it.” He could come from this stimulation alone. I wouldn’t need to touch his cock, but I did. I reached up to stroke him, listening to his quickened breath as I lapped at his hole.
“Kade….” His voice was shaky. “I….”
“Come for me, baby. It’s okay.”
“Right after you. I promise.” I nipped at his hole, playing with the sensitive patchwork of nerves. I could have put a finger in him, found his prostate, and forced the orgasm out of him, but we had time for that later. He wasn’t awake enough yet.
The muscles of his thighs trembled around me. He was holding back. I squeezed his cock the tiniest bit as I devoured his hole.
“Kade!” Ollie cried, his voice becoming strained as he could no longer hold back his release. His cock jerked in my hand. He spurted all over his stomach, a gorgeous painting of white ribbons over golden flesh. I couldn’t help it. I had to touch myself, stroke in rhythm to his writhing body. And I came too, heat pouring free of my spine to decorate the bed.
I sighed against his skin, enjoying his heat and the fading orgasm. Usually I only had one go in me at a time. I could often get Ollie to come more than once, which was why I always tried to last till the end of our play. Apparently my body had other plans today. “I wanted to watch you come at least twice before I came,” I whispered against the skin of his thigh.
He shivered. “I can make you come again.”
Probably not, though it had happened before. I did, however, plan to watch him fly again, especially now that his eyes were wide open and body warmed with pleasure. I reached up to run my fingers through his spend. “How about we try?”
He nodded furiously. I smiled and got to work.COLLAPSE
Sammy on The Novel Approach wrote:
After being rescued from his kidnapping and gaining new revelations about his family, Kade is still recovering both physically and emotionally. He is trying to focus on both Ollie and work, but Kade’s depression and anxiety have ratcheted up after all they have recently experienced and he is having trouble functioning. Kade doesn’t want to tell Ollie what is really going on, however. He feels like it is his job to take care of Ollie, who is still recovering himself from his stroke. Plus, Kade always wants to be strong for Ollie and so he is determined to push through, even as he spirals further out of control.
Soon it becomes clear that Kade is not, in fact, all right and that he needs some serious intervention. With Ollie’s help, Kade begins to turn a corner and regain some control and confidence. As Kade gets better, the two begin to explore the issue of what really happened with Ollie’s brother, Nathan. Between Nathan’s suicide, his mysterious wife, and allegations that Nathan was spying on Kade, neither Kade nor Ollie really knows what to think. As Kade and Ollie dig deeper, they begin to learn more about Ollie’s past, uncovering secrets and shaking up everything they thought they knew.
Even as their world gets a little off kilter with all the revelations, Ollie and Kade are still deeply committed to one another. They are determined to learn the truth and move forward to a wedding and a future together.
Model Exposure is the fourth book in the Haven Investigations series and this story really nicely pulls the series together. I am not sure if this is the final book, but Kasey gives us both a happy ending for the men, as well as a resolution to all the various plot elements that have been in play over the series.
The book really divides into two parts for me. The first focuses on Kade and his mental breakdown in the aftermath of the kidnapping and other chaos. Kade is seeing danger at every turn, and his instinct to protect Ollie kinds of starts sending him over the edge. Kade has always been incredibly protective over Ollie. In fact, his sort of alpha need to take care of him, combined with a really paternalistic attitude toward Ollie, is something that has bugged me throughout the series. But here it does tie nicely with Kade’s mental state and we see him pretty much hit rock bottom before pulling things back together. I think this part works well, and is kind of a natural consequence of both what Kade has been through, as well as his intense need to care for Ollie. I liked seeing how the guys deal with things and more forward.
The second part of the story focuses on Ollie’s past, both the bigger picture in terms of his parents and his family life, and then more focused on Nathan and what was really going on with him. We learned at the end of the last book that Nathan was spying for Kade’s dad, so we get more revelations about that connection, as well as others who are involved. On top of that, we finally learn what really happened with Nathan. It is kind of fantastical what was really going on. You have to suspend some disbelief, honestly. But it definitely was an explanation I didn’t see coming at all and it really brings the series full circle to where we started with Nathan’s suicide. That said, things get a little crazy here. The bad guy really felt out of left field to me, and given how nicely the rest of the story ties together with the other books, this felt a little cheap to me in terms of payoff.
As I said, I am not sure if this is the end of the series, but things tie up well and we not only get questions answered, but also get to check in with all the close friends that have become their family. I liked seeing how this group has come together over the course of the books, including Micah, Jacob, Ty, and more. So Kasey does a really nice job here pulling the series together, and I enjoyed this one.
Belen on Gay Book Reviews wrote:
I am so sad to see Lissa Kasey’s Haven Investigations series end. I have enjoyed these novels, from book one to this, the fourth installment, Model Exposure, thoroughly, and have grown to love Ollie and Kade as I am sure most of the fans of this series will have as well. The love story that Ms. Kasey has created for these two is strong and lasting, and it’s had to be, considering everything these two men have been through on their journey together. Having survived yet another kidnapping by his maniacal father, and finally discovered just who has been behind all the vile acts that had been attributed to Kade all these years, one would think that life would begin to normalize for Ollie and Kade. Both are recovering from trauma—Ollie a stroke that leaves him susceptible to life threatening seizures, and Kade, now an amputee struggling with PTSD and a sketchy memory, at best. The two men deserve a rest, but, unfortunately, life is not done with them yet.
Someone is after Ollie, and wants him dead. Apparently his deceased brother, Nathan, had hidden some very important facts about their past from Ollie and Kade, and when the two men find out that someone near to them has betrayed them, they will be devastated by the discovery. Once again they are in a fight for their lives, but this time Kade will not just be haunted by memories he can barely survive; he’ll nearly fall apart completely before he acknowledges that he needs serious help in sorting through all that has happened to him. The race for the truth is on, and this time the journey is no less deadly than the last.
So, so much is revealed in this last novel that my head is still reeling from it all. What an incredibly clever novelist Lissa Kasey has grown to be over the years. Her storytelling is impeccable, as are the mysteries she weaves and the romance she nurtures in her books. Kade and Ollie are amazing together—never perfect, deeply flawed, and yet, they are so right for each other you would be hard-pressed to imagine them with anyone else. Their chemistry remains unscathed and flawless, as does the intrigue that surrounds them at every turn. I hung on to the edge of my seat on this one, mind blown over who ended up being the betrayer in this story, and shaking my head at the intricate web of lies that had been laid in order for the person to succeed. This was just an outstanding mystery, one that really served up an outstanding ending to this wonderful series.
I cannot say more than this: If you have not read the Haven Investigations series by author Lissa Kasey, you are truly missing out. This last book, Model Exposure, is a phenomenal ending to a stellar group of stories, and one I highly recommend to you!
Chris on Goodreads wrote:
I have said this before, and I will say this again, I love this series. Lissa Kasey gets better with each installment.
There is a lot that has gone down with Kade and Ollie, and after the events in Model Investigator Kade is finding it very difficult to open up with Ollie and communicate well. Even though eventually everything is sorted out, this one put me through the ringer on the whole.
There is some great action, a really wonderful hurt/comfort thread throughout, and such palpable love between these characters. Sure, it’s sometimes codependent and possibly bordering on unhealthy, but it works for them both. And it works for me reading it.
I love how well Kasey incorporates the side characters in this series – just enough to help the story along, but not enough to take the focus off Kade and Ollie. The only thing I would have wanted to be different would have been a dual POV from both Kade and Ollie. Because it’s only from Kade’s POV the story sometimes jumped to an explanation of something that happened off screen because Kade wasn’t there to see it.
I also just really would have loved Ollie’s POV.
That aside, can I just, once again, give props on the realistic timeframe for when someone gets hurt? I love that Kasey doesn’t have characters bounce back from bullet wounds, or surgeries, or shock like they were nothing. I love that Kasey gives her characters time to heal.
I absolutely, thoroughly enjoyed this. I was totally engrossed and couldn’t turn the pages fast enough. I was so happy because all of my questions were finally answered. All in all I had a terrific time reading this.
Christy Duke on Rainbow Book Reviews wrote:
4.5 stars for this book and series. I loved it ❤️ Oliver & Kade were unique MCs. Both guys emotionally damaged and vulnerable trying to be strong for the other, hiding fears and disappearing into their own heads. They overcame a heap of trauma ( too much in my book ) and with the support of awesome friends they made it through to the other side. I would love love love another book just to see them happy - please can they have a happy ???
A really enjoyable series, I’m so glad I found it
It was with a very heavy heart that I began ‘Model Exposure’, the fourth and final book, in Lissa Kasey’s ‘Haven Investigations’ series. It feels as if I’ve been right there with Ollie and Kade through all the upheavals, the joys, the laughter, the tears, the disappointments, the fear, the betrayals, and the revelations. I was ready to get the answers to so many questions but I was equally afraid to hear them. All I’ve ever wanted was for Ollie and Kade to be happy and for life to be peaceful and calm. I could only hope that the book would bring that and more.
“The only time I could breathe anymore was when he was in the room with me. It was irrational and I knew it was irrational. I just needed to figure out how to set aside this horrible dread. Moving beyond the depression, anxiety, and emotional exhaustion seemed impossible. Like the weight of an elephant on my chest, it never let up.”
One of the things I have always liked the best about these books is that each one is written in the point of view of one of the two main characters. Ollie voiced book one, Kade book two, Ollie book three, and Kade book four, this finale. It has given me such a unique perspective on each man’s personality and character traits. And in this book, it gave me insight into Kade’s mental health, his fears, his anxieties, and all of the things that scare him right down to the bone. The largest of these being if he actually lets Ollie know what’s going on in his mind, somehow Ollie will be disgusted, and leave him.
There are so many things that I can’t say about ‘Model Exposure’ without spoiling too much. There are so many revelations that come to light regarding Nathan and Ollie’s parents, their true heritage, subterfuge and betrayal that spans decades, not to mention a betrayal that hits Ollie and Kade the hardest, very close to home. Through it all, however, lies the love between Kade and Ollie. A love that has weathered so many storms, but they’ve battled everything together, loving each other with all that they have. Ollie and Kade may not be perfect, but they’re perfect for each other.
“I stared at the door, almost unable to wait a second longer. I hadn’t seen him all day. We were getting married. Didn’t he understand I couldn’t live without him for a single second? Then he was there, framed in the light of the glowing bulbs and some light behind him. I’m pretty sure my heart stopped.”
A truly magnificent finale to a series I am going to miss. I loved the ending as it was everything I had always imagined it would be. Thank you, Lissa, for giving me these characters to love.