Break My FallAuthor: M. Mabie
Series: The Breaking Trilogy #1
Release date: August 28th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Source: Social Butterfly PR
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"The first time I returned to Lancaster was for my brother's funeral.
The second time was for Myra."
For twelve years, I lived alone in my cabin, building a life with my two bare hands. I was free from their rules, their policies, and their lies.
They are a cult.
My father is their leader.
To protect my brother's widow, I'm making her my wife. It's her only way out.
But drawn to the purity in her deep blue eyes and the innocence of her gentle voice, I wonder if I'm not the biggest monster of them all. I have to save her from them and myself. Because every second I spend with this timid woman, I fight the urge to claim her.
Make her truly mine.
And I know it's wrong.
I will break her fall—if I don't break her first.
The Faerie Queen’s review
WHAT IS THIS SLOW-BURN, CLIFFHANGER BUSINESS?!
Ok, strong reaction to that ending… But I mean, that’s a good thing, right? Because I was soooooo into this story, and then it all went up in flames in the last few pages. Now I can’t get into anything new because all I can think about is what’s going to happen next. I need the next two books immediately.
Let’s back it up, shall we? This is a story about Abraham and Myra. Both come from a town called Lancaster, where Abraham’s father is the pastor in a weird, pseudo-Christian cult. Twisting the words of the Bible, men are given enormous power over women, making all decisions for them; meanwhile, women are raised to be subservient and domestic, and to give birth to as many new souls for “God’s army” as possible. Abraham knew something was up from a young age and got out when he was 16. Now 12 years later, he’s got his own life a few hours away when he gets a call to go home for his younger brother’s funeral. And that’s where he meets Myra, who married his brother only a month before. After hearing his father and a few other men discussing what to do with Myra, he feels compelled to offer her a way out: “marry” him and leave Lancaster.
I’m not usually one for religious books. I find they’re often a bit preachy and judgemental; I’m not a religious person and don’t want to be told that the way I live my life is not moral or right. Despite this book containing a lot of prayers and Bible verses, it was exactly the opposite of what I expected. Myra has been taught a version of Christianity that is judgemental, but patiently and openly, Abraham shows her that you can live your life how you choose and still believe in God. So while both characters are big believers, it was done in a spirit of acceptance rather than shame. I could enjoy the story and the characters, including their personal beliefs, without feeling the need to defend my choices.
And boy, did I enjoy the story and the characters. I loved Abraham for his gruff exterior but strong sense of right and wrong. He had his vices, but he firmly believed that the way he was raised was wrong, and that men and women should be equal. He was so kind and patient with Myra, and it completely won me over. Myra was sweet, and while she was raised to be meek and helpful, she began to blossom once Abraham took her out of Lancaster. Towards the end of the book, I could see strength and real joy shine from her character. I really enjoyed watching her discover the outside world, from smartphones to Pinterest to …sexier things.
On the topic of sexy things, not much really happens in this book. It’s a very slow-burn story, with Myra and Abraham first getting to know and trust each other. Abraham doesn’t want to take advantage of her, taking the time to explain and demonstrate consent. Myra does do a bit of digging on “how to make your husband happy” – we can all guess how that went – but she’s still very innocent, only beginning to experience desire in that way. We are gifted with a hot makeout scene, and Abraham certainly takes care of himself, but the author is definitely keeping us waiting, and I can understand why. It just goes to strengthen the story and make love the centre of their relationship.
So I repeat what I said earlier: I need the next two books immediately.
A cloud of smoke followed the silver-haired woman out the door of the main building onto the covered porch outside, and she shot the butt of her cigarette into the dirt in front of the semi.
“Your mother’s been trying to reach you.”
My phone had died two days earlier, and I’d forgotten to bring a charger. Mom was the only person I still spoke with from Lancaster, but it was rare for her to call me, and I only reached out a few times a year.
“Say what she wanted?” I asked and slid my hands into worn leather gloves.
“Honey, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your brother passed away last night.”
Ted Grier hung back in the doorway, watching. Both of their faces wore sympathy.
“Your brother passed, Abe. You should call her back. Come on in and use the phone.”
I hadn’t spoken to my brother in years, but when I left home with no plans to return, I just assumed things would stay how I left them. They’d cling to their Bibles and bands and keep living in their own warped version of reality. They’d stay tucked under the strict thumb of the Legacies and God, or at least the way they interpreted him, and I’d live my life in the woods, free of their judgment and rules.
Alone and how I liked it.
They lived how they wanted, and I did the same.
I squinted in the mid-day sun, and the tension in my neck pinched even tighter.
Ted limped to the stoop, tapped a Camel from his pack and lit it. “Son, you wanna come inside for a minute? Call your family?”
I did not. Calling them was the last thing I wanted.
It was almost noon, and I still had more than half day’s work to finish. The tobacco in the air was thick as I pulled it into my chest. “I’ll call when I get home.”
It was supposed to rain for the next four days in the hills, and there was work that needed to be done. Calling in the middle of the day wasn’t going to do anything but put me behind, and my brother would still be dead that evening.