You Promised Me Forever
Series: Forever Yours #1
Publisher: EM Publishing
Release date: August 30th 2018
Genres: New Adult, Contemporary, Sports, Romance
Source: Social Butterfly PR
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
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I’ve got it all, they say. I’m the starting quarterback for the best NFL team in the league. I’m rich. I’m famous. I can have any woman I want, any time I want.
Yeah, I’ve got everything—except for the one who got away. How do you move on from loving the same girl since you were in the seventh grade? She promised me forever until forever got too hard and at nineteen, she dumped me.
By text message.
Now she’s walked back into my life. Just as beautiful. Just as sweet. Just as smart. More grown up and incredibly sexy…
We’re older now. Supposedly wiser. This time, I’m going to fight for what I want, no matter how hard it gets.
This time, I’m going to make her mine.
The Faerie Queen’s review
This… did not work for me. And it was only after I finished the book that I understood why. And yes, I did finish it; it was like that urge to watch a car crash in slow motion, and I couldn’t look away. I had to know how it ended.
But here’s why. You see, a lot of people have rated this book highly on Goodreads, and I noticed a trend with the reviews I read. A lot of these reviewers had read the author’s books before, notably her YA romance, More Than Friends. Well, dear readers, it turns out that You Promised Me Forever is a revisiting of the relationship that develops in that book. But nowhere does it say that in the blurb. Maybe the author was banking on this second-chance story standing on its own?
Well, it didn’t, and that’s for a few interconnected reasons that can be summed up by saying this read like fanfiction for the previous book.
First of all, by the end of the book, I still didn’t really know who the hero and heroine were. They said certain things about each other – Jordan called Amanda smart, for example – but this was never demonstrated. In fact, the only thing that indicated she was smart was her job, not her actions. Maybe if I had read their first story, I would have known who they were better. But I’m also scared of going back to read it because I get the feeling Amanda hasn’t really changed in the six years since her senior year of high school.
This wasn’t helped by the fact that things were just rushed along, like the author had a list of things that had to happen to get to the conclusion without any real connection between them. There was no time to really experience the story and what was going on in each character’s head. I find, in romance more than any other genre, that readers need to be given a deep tour of the characters’ hearts and minds to connect with and root for them.
A final big reason for why this didn’t work for me was that none of their issues were really addressed. There were no discussions or resolutions about how Jordan would make more time for Amanda now, since that was a big reason they split after high school. One public declaration on one day does not a mature, adult relationship make.
Minor call-outs to the casual slut-shaming between friends, and the weird twist in a hotel room that, honestly, was really contrived. Amanda could have easily sorted that out. View Spoiler »She was in London, and she could have nipped out to the closest pharmacy for an over-the-counter emergency contraceptive if she was so worried. The UK is pretty good with contraception. « Hide Spoiler OH YEAH, and I’m pretty sure elite/professional athletes do have to watch what they eat a lot of the time, especially before a game.
So if you read their previous book, here’s your HEA. But if you have no idea who Jordan and Amanda are, then I’d say skip this and come talk to me about sports romances.
Of course, I’m not going to shake Amanda’s hand.
Instead I grab hold of it, that unmistakable jolt of electricity sparking when our skin connects, just like every other time we’ve touched. I pull her to me and wrap her up in my arms because I can. I’m the one who offered up the tickets so I could…what? Show off? Let her know exactly how great my life is?
I can’t lie. My life is pretty damn great. I have everything I could ever want—except for one thing.
“Hi Jordan,” she breathes against my neck, and I swear she melts into me a little. Like she can’t help herself. Like we somehow still fit together even after all these years.
Either she got smaller or I grew bigger since the last time I touched her, and I’m guessing it’s the latter. She smells familiar, yet different. Better. I recognize the scent of her shampoo, but nothing else. Her hair is longer. Thick. Dark and wavy, up in a ponytail and a little disheveled, like she’s had a long day. Her body is curvier, something teenaged Amanda would’ve never believed could happen. She still has those sexy long legs, though.
Finally, she pulls away from me, her lips curled, her eyes sparkling, nervousness written all over her face, and I watch her carefully in return, my expression as neutral as I can make it. Honestly, I’m still a little pissed over that garbage game we just played, and I’m tense like I usually am after. Her understanding gaze meets mine and I know she knows what I’m feeling. We’ve always been in tune with each other…
She’s my Mandy, all grown up. But not my Mandy anymore.