Thursday, April 25, 2019

REVIEW: Time by Penny Reid


"Utterly addictive, fascinating, hilarious, and absolutely electric chemistry!"

-- Samantha Young, New York Times Bestselling Author

New York Times bestselling author Penny Reid’s The Laws of Physics Trilogy is complete with TIME!


Shel: You know what is the best thing ever? The best thing ever is when you've been waiting for the final book in a series to be published and when it is, you're on spring break with all the time in the world to read it. This rarely happens but it happened to me with Time and it was the best day I've had in a long time. Court: I could not put it down, either! I will admit I was very nervous about what this book would contain but I sucked it up for once and got on with it!

Shel: If you've read this series, you've got to be like me and just so EAGER to see how things are going to work out with Mona and Abram. There were so many things I hoped to would happen, hoped to know more about, and I'm happy to say all of my hopes and expectations were exceeded. Mona and Abram were just as quirky, funny, sexy, and swoony as I wanted them to be. Their romance was just so gahhh wonderful. Their reactions to things were mature and measured and passionate and sweet. Their conflicts were easily overcome and their happily ever after was just right for them--though I would not complain if I got more of them at some point in the a lot more of them *smiles/begs*. Court: Agreed. These are some of the most well written characters we've had in a long time. I love Mona. I love how she works for what she wants in her field...she's a genius for goodness sakes...but at the same time I loved how much she grew as a character over this series too.

Shel: I not only loved everything about this final book, I loved the entire series. The ideas of intelligence, what it means to be a family, truth and honesty, love and romance, the discrepancy of how men and women are treated in the world and in their professions, the focus on consent, assault, and therapy--I could go on and on and on--all of these were woven into this final book and in a way that never felt like it was too much or too preachy or too anything (other than too short because I want more of these guys). And how much fun was it to see some of our favorite characters from other Penny Reid novels? SO MUCH FUN. Court: I know, right! Penny Reid is the genius in how she keeps giving us more original stories and original characters are aren't just slapped on the page. We appreciate that more than anything as a reader (not jaded at all, am I?) and her love of writing and of these characters shined through this series.

Shel: In the last year or so I've become so enamored with all that Penny Reid writes and Time continues my complete adoration and solidifies something we all know--Penny Reid is a definite 1-click writer for me.Court: And...we hope you do the same!

A (brokenhearted) physicist.
Now an infamous (who is LITERALLY EVERYWHERE!! UGH!) musician.
The worst has already happened.
Mona has learned that she has nothing figured out and plans are meaningless. After leaving her in Aspen, Abram is now breaking sales-records, rising to rock star fame almost overnight. Mona can’t seem to escape him. He is literally everywhere, or at least images of him are.
Just when she thinks things can't get any more confusing, Abram returns . . . What happens next? Only TIME will tell.

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I wrapped my arms around her body, lifted her off the ground, and kissed her lips. She was warm, and soft, and tasted like peppermint and honey. I bit back a groan. God, she felt good. Great. Celestial. Heavenly. I may have surprised her, but she responded immediately, enthusiastically, twisting her arms around my neck, opening her mouth and welcoming the invasion of mine. It wasn’t enough. It was a crumb, and I was starving. Desire—to tighten my hold, devour, take, keep, cherish, to never let her go—obscured thought and sight, and I slipped a hand under her shirt to touch the silky skin of her back, sliding my fingers upward until they rested under her bra strap. Mona lifted her chin, breaking our mouths apart, and I kissed the point of it, the elegant line of her jaw, the tender spot beneath her ear, the hot skin where Mona’s graceful neck met the slope of her shoulder. I was so hungry for her, I couldn’t stop myself from tasting every exposed inch. “Abram,” she said, her voice a breathless, disbelieving whisper, followed by a little laugh. Her fingers flexed at the back of my neck, pressing me closer. Every part of my body hummed and vibrated, unable to contain the immensity of now, of this divine feeling. “You’re here,” she said, her soft voice full of wonder and happiness, soothing the ravenous panic holding me hostage for the past six days. It had been a peculiar kind of madness, not being able to reach her while pretending all was fine, pretending she didn’t occupy my mind every second of the day. But receding now, it left a new kind of turmoil and urgency in its wake. We had no time. No, I corrected myself, We have time. We have the rest of our lives. “I need your fu—your phone number.” I spoke gruffly against her neck, squeezing my eyes shut and breathing her in, again and again, the heat and sweetness of Mona. I’d missed her, and that was a gross understatement. I’d been speeding toward this moment for days and being with her now felt like the aftermath of a head-on collision. Stupefied, frantic, but determined to enjoy every shared second remaining. My hands were shaking. We have time. Calm down. Calm down. Mona laughed lightly, the sound melodic, beautiful, and she pressed a kiss under my ear. “Why didn’t you just ask Leo? Or send me an email?” Leo. I worked to keep the darkness of my thoughts from showing on my face as I leaned away, letting her slide to the ground but unwilling to release her fully, fisting my unsteady hands into her T-shirt. “I couldn’t find an email for you anywhere, and neither could Marie. She tried calling your department for me. They told her all media requests had to go through the PR department at the university and it would take two weeks to a month for a response.” “Ah, that’s true. My email is on lockdown, otherwise it gets out of hand.” She nodded contritely. “But what about Leo?” “Leo.” I forced my jaw to relax and I lowered my voice but couldn’t completely disguise the intensity of my wrath. “Leo wouldn’t give me your number.” Mona’s hand moved to my face, her palm pressed against my cheek, the pads of her fingers softly stroking my beard. “What? Are you serious?” “Yes,” I ground out. “He said he was doing me a favor. So I flew to LA.” “You flew to LA?” I felt her body tense, and the moment realization dawned, her beautiful eyes growing impossibly large as they moved over my face. “You must be so tired and—but I wasn’t in LA, I was—” “Here. Yes. I found that out yesterday when I stopped by your department at Caltech and they told me you weren’t due back until Friday,” I rushed to explain, multitasking, using the time to devour the sight of her, soak and submerge in the reality of being here with her. Calm down. We. Have. Time.

Meet Penny Reid:
Penny Reid is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Winston Brothers, Knitting in the City, Rugby, and Hypothesis series. She used to spend her days writing federal grant proposals as a biomedical researcher, but now she just writes books. She’s also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.

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