Words Turn Me On: Blog Tour - If Only by Beckie Stevenson

Our story started like the fairytales you grew up reading, but it doesn’t end like them.

I was fifteen when I realised I was in love with Cole. He was the foster kid who wore scruffy clothes and never had any money. He was the bad boy, the fighter. The boy who took all the dares—and won. He was the boy that scared me but excited me at the same time. He was the boy I shouldn’t have wanted, but, of course, he was the one I wanted the most.

In the beginning, he was mine. And I was his.

Cole and Evie. Evie and Cole.

But then a lie was told. Lies break people. And broken people shatter into little pieces of tortured pasts and fractured futures.

And then our fairytale beginning morphed into a story of heartache and sadness, instead of happiness and hope. A story that ended with lost love, friendship, and a never-ending cycle of what ifs and if onlys.

Our ending broke me. Shattered me. Destroyed me.

When a story ends like ours did, is it any wonder I never wanted to start a new one again?

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5 Stars

This was a wonderful book! I loved it. It is the story of Evie and Cole, Cole and Evie, who fell in love as teenagers. The book is told in alternating chapters, Cole's POV from the past and Evie's POV from the present. I was so caught up in the present day story in Evie's POV, I was anxious to get through Cole's chapters, but as the story progresses, you need that Cole POV.

"What I see is a girl who is so broken she's shattering into a thousand pieces right in front of me. She's so fragile that I daren't even touch her, but I have to. Because this is my last chance, isn't it, Evie?"

There is too much going on in this book to give anything away....we learn early on that a lie that Cole admits to changes everything. He does it for what he thinks are the right reasons, and I truly felt bad for him. That undermines and changes everything. And while I was frustrated with Evie and her punishment of Cole, part of me understood. I was also very frustrated with Nico during this whole story!!

This story is a whirlwind of ups and downs and Holy Cow, I didn't see that coming's (plural, meaning more than one of those)!! It was a great read and I couldn't put it down when I hit the 50% mark. Excellent read!! I love second chance love stories!!

Our ending broke me. Shattered me. Destroyed me.

I received this copy in exchange for my honest review.

~ Stephanie, WTMO Reviewer ~

5 Stars

If only I could award this book more stars...did you see what I did there...fully deserving of the 5 stars awarded.

Our story started like the fairytales you grew up reading, but it doesn’t end like them.

Omg I loved this book! Initially I was eager to read this story from the blurb alone but then when I read the prologue I was literally strapping myself in for the rollercoaster of a journey I was about to embark on and what a rollercoaster of emotions I endured!

In the beginning, he was mine. And I was his.

Told in alternative POV's Ellie's is in the present and Cole's is in the past, had me gripped. I'm a sucker for second chance romance but Ellie and Cole's story captivated me more than any other I have read in a while. I loved the uniqueness of the plot, it had my heart pumping one minute, laughing out loud the next and a couple of "I did not see that coming" moments. I'm not going to elaborate to much on the plot as doing so would spoil the whole reading experience. From the blurb we already know that Cole has told a lie that has ultimately changed the course of their life together but in his defense he thought he was doing the right thing protecting the people he loved but instead all it causes is heartache, sadness and hate.

Our ending broke me. Shattered me. Destroyed me.

As I've already stated Ellis and Cole's story was a rollercoaster of a journey that I felt instantly connected to, I loved every minute I spent with them and hope there is more to come from them!

Would highly recommend to readers who enjoy angst, humour filled, second chance romances.

** Arc received in exchange for an honest review courtesy of WTMO Book Blog **

~ Vickie, WTMO Reviewer ~

Prologue - Evie

Eight years ago

Scorching hot tears streak down my freezing cold cheeks and snake into the corner of my mouth as I walk over the sleet-covered field. When my eyes land on our tree, I suck in a big breath and pull it deep into my lungs, hoping it’ll be enough to suffocate the ball of dread that’s swirling around in my chest.

This used to be a place full of happy memories…the place where I played tag with my brother and best friend until long after the sun had set, the place where I grew from a girl into a young woman, and the place that I ran to when I needed to escape. It’s also where I met Cole for our first date. And where I’m standing now is the exact spot where we shared our first kiss.

But the memories I used to love and cherish are now tainted with anger that boils so fiercely within me that I know I’ll never set foot in this place again after today. It’s something else that he’s ruined for me and something else I hate him for.

I look up and watch the branches of the oak tree bend and whine in the wind as if crying out for me to not do this. I touch the trunk where our initials are carved into the middle of a heart and cough out another huge sob. Cole and Evie won’t be forever. Not now.

I tip my head back, letting the ends of my hair tickle the bottom of my spine, and stare at the angry clouds through the bare branches. The icy-cold rain pelts me from every angle, soaking right through my thin coat until it settles deep into my bones. It pours down my face and mingles with my tears as if it’s trying to hide them for me. I want to shout out that it’s useless, that nothing can hide my tears. I should know because I’ve been trying to hide them every single day for the last five weeks.

I turn when I hear footsteps. The sight of him in a suit momentarily stuns me. It’s far too big for him and looks a little cheap, but he’s still incredibly handsome in it. I’ve never seen him in a suit before, and I can’t get over how much it ages him. For just a few seconds, I let myself imagine my hands pushing the jacket over his shoulders and then unbuttoning his shirt.

“You came,” he says in a voice that’s so familiar to me, I cling to it like a child clings to a comfort blanket.

I shake my head to try and dislodge the images that are whirling through my mind. I’m not supposed to be thinking of him like that. “Yes,” I answer.

“I didn’t think you would.” When he steps closer, I notice that he has tears falling down his cheeks too. “How was the funeral? I wish I had been there. I wanted to be there.”

“Don’t,” I say. “I don’t want to talk about it with you.”

He nods, looking sad. “I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers, reaching his hand out for me. “The last five weeks have felt like five years.”

I take a step back and collide with the trunk of the tree. Hurt flashes across his face.

“I’m confused and I’m hurting,” I blurt before he takes another step towards me. I want to tell him the truth, but I’m scared. I’m scared he won’t understand.

“Confused about what, Evie?”

“I love you,” I breathe, wiping away a fresh set of tears with the back of my hand. “But now I hate you, and I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive you for what you’ve done.” The ball of pain that’s lodged itself in the centre of my chest cracks and starts to bleed down into my stomach, filling it was so much hurt that it makes me feel sick. And then my heart breaks all over again as I see his bottom lip tremble.

“No, Evie,” he whispers. “Please don’t say that.”

“I’m so sorry,” I sob. “I’m sorry, Cole.”

He shakes his head, causing the damp strands to flick across his forehead. “No,” he repeats, “I’m sorry. If only—”

“That’s it,” I interrupt. “That’s what we’d be saying for the rest of our lives, and I can’t live like that. I won’t live like that.”

He swears and pushes his fingers through his wet, dark hair. His skin normally looks tanned and clear, but today it’s pale and blotchy. His light brown eyes that usually sparkle and shine at me look dull and lifeless. He looks like crap.

“I don’t ever want to see you again,” I whisper.

Anger flashes across his face as he drops his hands from his head and looks down at me. “So this is it?” he snaps. “The last three years have meant nothing to you?”

“They’ve meant everything to me…everything.”

He takes a deep breath and slams his fist against the trunk, just above my head. “You won’t even visit?”

I flinch as bits of bark tumble over my shoulders. “I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” he questions, raising his eyebrows at me.

“It wouldn’t be good for us,” I say. “You must be able to see that.”

He steps forwards, completely eradicating any distance that I’d created between us, and cups my face in his big, warm hands before I have a chance to protest. “What I see is a girl who is so broken she’s shattering into a thousand pieces right in front of me. She’s so fragile that I daren’t even touch her, but I have to. Because this is my last chance, isn’t it, Evie?”

He gently skims his thumb across my cheek. I nod and then look away from those desperately sad eyes of his. “Yes.”

“You know what the worst thing about this is?” he spits.

I peel my eyes from the ground and blink up at him through the rain. He’s always been handsome, with a face that I could stare at every single second of every day. But right now, when I’m on the brink of never seeing him again, I can barely look at him. “What?”

“I want to kill the man that did this to you,” he growls.

I want to kill him too. “You did this,” I whisper.

“I know.”

He can’t mean… “You’re not going to—”

He shakes his head. “No, I’m not. There are people that need to see that someone is punished. I know that, understand it, and even respect it,” he says. “They need to see justice has been done, and right now, I think you’re one of those people.”

I look deep into his eyes, but I don’t answer him. How could I? I’m supposed to love him, no matter what. But he’s right; I need to see him suffer for what he’s done.

“I deserve it,” he says. “But nothing they do will compare to how much it’s going to fucking hurt to let you go. I’m going to let you go because you deserve better than me. You deserve a life, and more than anything, you deserve to be happy.”

Before I can say or do anything, Cole buries his hands into my hair and crushes his lips against mine. They’re soft and considerably warmer than my lips, and they’re a mixture of everything I love about him and everything I hate.

He places the palm of his hand against my back and then slides it down to the bottom of my spine. He pulls, forcing me to press against him where I fit like we’re two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, and I wonder if anyone else will ever come close to making me feel so whole.

He tears his mouth away and then presses his cheek against mine. I feel him shuddering as the sobs vibrate through his whole body. “I’ll always love you,” he whispers into my ear. “It’ll only ever be you, Evie. Please don’t ever forget that.” And then he pushes away from me, turns around, and walks across the grass until he reaches the waiting car. Without looking back, he opens the rear door and climbs in.

The pain in my chest explodes and my knees buckle as I watch the car disappear around the corner. I crumple to the cold ground, curl into a ball, and let the rain soak me as I scream out his name over and over again.

Beckie's real name is Rebecca, but she get’s called (and answers to) any of the following…Beckie, Bek, Becca, Rebecca, Pip, Pippy or Stevo.

Beckie is the author of 'Sorrow Woods,' the 'Existing' series and 'Noah and Me.'

She is due to publish more YA and NA novels in 2015/16.

She lives in Staffordshire, England, with her partner and two children.

Beckie likes putting music on in the house and dancing around like a mad woman.

When she isn’t playing with her children, doing housework, dancing around the house like a mad woman, walking, cycling reading or writing, then she can be found working in an investment bank. Or sleeping.