When Tate Collins meets airline pilot Miles Archer, she doesn’t think it’s love at first sight. They wouldn’t even go so far as to consider themselves friends. The only thing Tate and Miles have in common is an undeniable mutual attraction. Once their desires are out in the open, they realize they have the perfect set-up. He doesn’t want love, she doesn’t have time for love, so that just leaves the sex. Their arrangement could be surprisingly seamless, as long as Tate can stick to the only two rules Miles has for her.Never ask about the past.Don’t expect a future.They think they can handle it, but realize almost immediately they can’t handle it at all.Hearts get infiltrated.Promises get broken.Rules get shattered.Love gets ugly.
Oh my lord. Holy freaking WOW. I’m not quite sure where I should begin with this review. I’ve been sitting on it for a few days now, and I figured I probably just need to write and see what comes to me.
“God gives us the ugliness so we don’t take the beautiful things for granted.”
Like a lot of people, after reading the final words of this book, I immediately turned back to page one and started again. Why? Because we always talk about not wanting a book to end. Not wanting to let go of the characters we have grown to love over that time. And for me, Tate and Miles were two characters I really really wasn’t ready to let go of. I read this book three times, back to back. Sobbing hysterically every time, curled up into a little ball, possibly rocking back and forth, I’m not quite sure. Probably cursing Colleen Hoover for doing this to me. Again. But the feeling was not “I hate you Colleen” it really was “I fucking love you Colleen Hoover. Please keep ruining me like this. Please, please, please!”
Agh, I feel very frustrated right now because I really want to tell you everything that’s on my mind. Everything. But then you will hate me forever. But just remember this: Colleen Hoover is hands down, the most amazing author ever. Queen Bee. She’s at the very very top for me. Her stories are pure perfection. They are unique in their own little way. You have never read anything like them. And when I say that, I mean the book as a whole. Her writing style is so, ‘wow’, it seems totally effortless. It’s natural, like she really was made to write books. This was her calling, and she nails it every single time.
“You make it so hard to breathe.”
I’m not sure if saying Ugly Love is my favouirte CoHo book is right, because I feel like that’s putting the rest of her masterpieces down. But Ugly Love is definitely her most angst filled, ugly crying, absolutely beautifully written book out of them all. I don’t think I cried so much reading a book as I did in this one.
Miles and Tate. What can I say… What a beautiful mess. My heart won’t ever be the same.
Just to do yourselves a favour. Stop, take a day off, make yourself a cuppa and sit down with this book. Give your loved ones an extra cuddle before they go to bed and come and live this book with me. I say live because that’s what I did. I lived it. I lived every single word of it. Hanging on to my heart with one hand and fell head over heals in love with this living this book.
“I didn’t fall in love with you, Tate. I flew.”