Faithless
Part One (Faithless #1)
by
K.B. Nelson
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
She's
a stripper. He's a preacher. Her name's Faith, and he's been faithless since
the day she went away.
Faith
Richards knows she'll never be able to outrun her demons, but she's not looking
for absolution. She's looking for release. When she's forced to return home by
circumstances she'd rather not discuss, she runs straight to Noah. The only boy
that could ever make her feel alive. The only boy who ever truly broke her
heart. The only boy who could possibly save her from herself.
But
Noah isn't a boy anymore...
Noah
Parker is a man torn, fighting to understand his place in this world after his
latest run-in with tragedy. Everyone he's ever loved has left him, either on a
greyhound bus or in a casket. He no longer believes the words he preaches and
his life hangs in the balance of honesty. Reuniting with Faith might be the
only thing that can save him, but based on their tumultuous history, it's more
than likely it'll destroy him.
Faithless
is the story of two broken people searching for the impossible: a love strong
enough to put the pieces of their broken hearts back together. Their romance is
forbidden. Their love is undeniable. Their lives hang in the balance. And when
their world begins to burn to the ground, they'll be faced with one impossible
decision: can they live with who they've become?
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Part
One of Faithless is a fantastic start to what I think is an intense, sexy
series. I was glued to every word in
this intriguing, heart-pounding, nail-biting story. In the first part, we are introduced to Faith
and Noah. The scenes go back and forth
between the past and present so that the reader gets a clearer understanding of
why the characters are the way they are.
These two are truly ‘broken’ in every since of the word and they both
have their demons. After reading, I have
LOTS of questions that I hope will be answered soon. One thing I do know though is that if all
preachers were like Noah, I believe church attendance would be at an all-time
high!
K.B.
Nelson knows how to bring the reader into the story with a gripping plot and
characters that not only have depth, but are sexy as hell! Yes, there is a huge cliffhanger, but guess
what? It is a three part series, so it’s
to be expected. What I did not expect
though was the “Holy What the Fuck Just Happened?!?!?!” teaser at the end of
the book. Oh my Lord…..my jaw dropped
and I literally yelled at my tablet, because leaving me hanging this way is
just unfair. But thankfully the wait for
the next installment will be a short one, which of course I will read, because
K.B. Nelson is an incredible writer and awesome story-teller. This one is a definite MUST READ!
5 Stars
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A
song begins, and it only takes a few strokes of her guitar before I realize
what she’s playing—my favorite song since I was a child. The woman in the back
belts out Wild Horses with the power of a Kelly Clarkson clone. The way she
twists with the melody is haunting, a complete display of emotional battery.
With her words, she beats the fuck out of my fragile soul, leaving wounds and
bruises so dark, so blue, that anyone can see.
Noah
sees. He sees right through me and the space between us shatters. Our walls
come down and he stares into my eyes. I catch a glimpse of who we used to be
before the world set out on its campaign to destroy us.
His
palm grazes over my shoulder before landing on my back. “Come dance with
me.”
I
don’t say anything, but respond by sliding off my stool and landing on my feet.
I let him take the lead as he slowly draws me out to the center of the dance
floor. The floor is vacant with nothing standing between us and the
songbird—and she soars to new heights, further damaging my fragile emotional
state.
Noah
takes my left hand into his right and wraps his left hand around my hip. We
begin to circle each other, our feet directing where we go. “I’ve missed you,
Faith.”
I
want to lie to him and say that I don’t feel the same way because things are a
whole lot easier that way. But I can’t lie, not right now. Not when he’s
holding me like this. “I missed you, too.”
“I’m
sorry for earlier.” He runs his face over his shoulder. “I know I can come off
bitter and angry.”
“You
think?” I ask deadpan.
“I
know.”
I
lean my head against his shoulder, and it’s a much-needed rest. I could fall
asleep like this, all the while my feet continuing to dance in a circle. “Do
you ever wish we could go back and change things?”
“Every
second of every day.”
I
let out a light chuckle that is muffled against the fabric of his shirt. “Our
past defines us, Noah. Everyone says it shouldn’t,” I say somberly, “but it
does, and I’m running on empty here…”
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