My Review: Rewrite by Stephanie Rose

My Review:  Rewrite by Stephanie RoseRewrite by Stephanie Rose
Publication Date: October 19, 2017
Genres: Friends to Lovers, Romance, Second Chance Romance
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Synopsis

Once upon a time, a girl loved a boy and he loved her back. They lived happily ever after.

But our story was never that simple.

I loved Josh with all I had, right until the day he left. Now, all these years later, he was back—and wanting me the way I’d always longed for him. Except now, I belonged to someone else. Someone who never left me the way Josh had. I figured that was the end of our story. I couldn’t alter the past.

I didn’t want to rewrite my future.

Brianna was always more than my best friend. She was the shining light in my black hole of an existence, and I loved her with every cell and bone in my body. I wasn’t good enough for her, though—more the villain than the hero in our fairy tale. When I had to leave, I vowed to come back a better man—for her. But when I finally did return, she wasn’t waiting for me anymore. She had someone new, her very own Prince Charming. Did that mean our story was over? I couldn't change our past.

It was time to rewrite our ending.

My Review

Rewrite by Stephanie Rose is a friends-to-lovers, second chance at love story.

“They say when you meet the love of your life, it’s a day you’ll never forget. Your soul sings, your body hums, all because you ‘know’. That innate instinct telling you finally found your person. Maybe it’s a look of longing across a crowded bar.  Or the gasped breath you take as you slide into your seat in class next to the man of your dreams. That thunderbolt could hit you anywhere, at any time. The lightning singes you to your core where you stand, and there’s no going back.”

Josh and Brianna were best friends growing up. From the moment they met, they had a connection that was unique and fated in the stars. Theirs was puppy love.

“You can’t run from your heart and soul—because it always comes with you.”

I adore Stephanie Rose’s novels. They make me feel good about love, hopeful about life, and hot with desire for her men. I melted into this novel and was enveloped into all things manly, protective, and sexy about Josh Falco. Every time he called Brianna by her sweet nickname I let out a sigh and swooned. He was her breath of fresh air and she was his light in dark places.

“A boy meets a girl in kindergarten. She’s sweet and pretty and he wants to beat up anyone who makes her cry. And he does. She laughs and she gives him her lunch. They don’t know it yet, but they fall in love. For life.”

The time intervals in the story definitely allowed for a full picture of these characters, allowing us to feel their unwavering devotion despite the changes in their lives. Tears burned my eyes and a lump formed in my throat at several turns. Quiet giggles bubbled up and sometimes came out in uncontrollable laughter. I loved getting to know the past and present of these two.

“I met the love of my life when I was five years old. Before I knew about romance, lust, or words to love songs that are supposed to describe that ‘feeling’.”

Rewrite was a slow burn of desire and love, endearing me to the story, characters, and their fight for a happily-ever-after. It was an achingly beautiful second chance at the love of a lifetime.

5 Stars

Excerpt

“This place is amazing, Josh.”
My chest swelled with pride as Brianna’s widened eyes darted around the shop. Maybe it wasn’t really my place, but Uncle Billy trusted me enough to run it on my own. I hired the employees, handled the books, and met with customers. He depended on me instead of waiting for me to fuck up. The local troublemaker came back and made good, but that wasn’t such an easy sell for everyone. Good thing I didn’t give a shit about everyone. The only opinion that ever mattered stood in front of me, beaming with pride.
My mouth split in a wide grin. “Thanks. It’s getting there. Hoping things pick up a little after the holidays. No one wants a new bike when there’s an inch of ice on the ground.” I laughed until Brianna’s face fell.
“Can I ask you something?” She slid into the chair in my office as her lips pursed.
“Of course.” I leaned my hip against the edge of my desk and crossed my arms. “What’s up, Cupcake?”
“Did . . . did you really have a new client in Manhattan last week, when you drove me to work?”
I took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Why would you ask that?”
“Scott and I—” She shook her head and waved her hand. “It’s nothing. Don’t mind me.”
“No.” I nudged her ankle with my foot. “Let me guess. Scott isn’t too happy about me hanging around so much.” I raised an eyebrow.
Brianna reluctantly nodded. “It’s a guy thing, I guess.” She chuckled to herself. “They get territorial if someone else tries to play with their toys.” She laughed until she realized what she said and then covered her mouth with her eyes huge. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t stand it. “I didn’t mean play, I meant . . .” She dropped her head into her hands, and I couldn’t hold in a laugh anymore.
“C’mon, Bri. I’m dying to know.” I peeled her fingers away from her face and crouched in front of her. “What did you mean? Scott thinks I want to play with you? Don’t tell him about the GI Joe and Barbie castle we made when we were kids. He’ll flip the fuck out.” Her cheeks flushed as she nudged my shoulder.
I caught her hand and held it in both of mine. As our gazes locked, laughter stopped. There was no way in hell what I was feeling was only one-sided. I doubted it ever was.
We didn’t talk about it, but I remembered every moment of that night at my apartment. Brianna rushing over to take care of me, the tortured look on her face when I asked her to get into bed with me. It wasn’t my finest hour, but I needed her. My soul cried out for her that night and she came, like she always did. She may have ignored my wimpy confession, but when she said she loved me, I knew she didn’t mean as only her best friend.
“Josh,” Brianna pleaded on a whisper. “Don’t, please.”
“Don’t please what, Bri?” Feeling brazen, I tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek. I ran my thumb along the delicate curve of her jaw. Her eyes fluttered, urging me on. “Don’t touch you?” I let my finger drift over her full bottom lip. “Don’t kiss you?” I whispered with a husky rasp. Our faces were so close, our lips brushed. Brianna’s mouth parted, and I uttered a curse under my breath. We were so damn close. All we had to do was close that distance. Her hand drifted up my shoulder and clutched the back of my neck.
“Josh,” Brianna sighed as she rested her forehead against mine. “We . . . We can’t.” Her hand drifted down my jaw. Her hooded eyes and flushed cheeks disagreed with the words sputtering from her mouth. I caught her hand and pressed a soft kiss to her palm. It trembled as she took in a quick gasp.
“Yes, we can, Bri,” I whispered as I leaned in. “You’re so damn beautiful.” Shit, I almost tasted her. She stilled as I cupped her neck and inched closer.

About Stephanie Rose

Stephanie lives in the Bronx, New York with her superhero-obsessed husband and son.
Her day job is marketing, but she always has a story in her head.
This lifelong New Yorker lives for Starbucks, book boyfriends, and 80s rock
After spending most of her youth watching soaps, Stephanie has an obsession with angsty drama and hot romance.
She's excited to finally bring the characters she's been dreaming about to life!

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