Title: Maybe Maby
Author: Willow Aster
Release Day: July 13, 2014
Rating: 5 STARS!
Check out this MUST read!!!!
Mabel Armstrong is on the verge of giving up. But just when things feel bleakest, there seems to be a shift in the universe. People come out of the woodwork. Her ex won’t leave her alone. An old friend finally tries to become more. Even the cute guy at the coffee shop starts paying extra attention. Maybe Maby is a heartbreaking, and at times, hilarious story about coping with loss, finding love in New York, and learning to recognize hope in the middle of it all.
Willow Aster is one of my one-click authors. When I see she has a new book coming out, you can guarantee I’m up at midnight waiting to one-click an ebook for my kindle and a paperback to smell all the goodness in between those pages (don’t judge). I love her writing style and the way she brings her characters to life, flaws and all. With each book I am completely stunned. I expect greatness, but she manages to give greatness in a way I didn’t expect each and every time. Maybe Maby was no different.
This was another refreshing and original read. Ms. Aster took some not so pretty subject matters (OCD, depression, anxiety), and wrote a beautiful story without overshadowing the ugliness of the devastating illnesses.
This unique story has a brilliant mix of humor and pain. I adored Maby. She was quirky, sweet, and vulnerable, yet full of strength and fight. She’s broken, but not unrepairable. Maby’s the kind of heroine you not only want to root for, but also want to fight for. She’s had a tough time in life that has only been intensified by her OCD. Her illness has cost her friends, her relationships, and a big part of her life. As if things can’t seem to get worse, the final pieces of her life come crashing down as she loses her job. With the loss of her job, Maby decides it’s time for a change. As she works to get herself together and her life back on track, she finds herself with not two men, but three who are willing to take the journey with her. There is Dalton, who is her jerk of an ex-boyfriend and is clearly never in the running for her heart, but is good for a laugh; Saul, who is the former best friend of Dalton and has shared mutual feelings for Maby that have never been pursued; and there is Coen, the younger coffee shop manager who has had a long-time crush on Maby. As she struggles with her illness, she also struggles with staying where it’s safe and comfortable, or moving forward with her life. The only problem with moving forward is confronting her past and secrets, and hoping the man she loves will still love her after all is revealed.
I really can’t express how much I LOVED this book. Maby’s journey is heartbreaking and admirable, and despite the pain laced throughout this novel, her quirky voice will have you grinning ear to ear. And the men (Saul and Coen).. oh, the men… SWOOON. It is a MUST read.
I take off running with him not far behind. When we reach the stairs, he swoops me up, takes the stairs two at a time, and tosses me on the bed. He stares down at me. “Now what?” he asks. “Let’s not sleep with our clothes on tonight.” His shirt is over his head with one yank from the back. I lean up on my elbows to watch. “Your turn,” he says. “Your pants are still on.” He unbuttons them slowly and takes his sweet time pulling them down. His thumb loops under the waistband of his boxer briefs and my mouth waters waiting for him to take them off. He says something, but I don’t hear any of it. “What?” I ask. “I said—are you sure?” He puts his hand over his mouth and looks at me, his eyes narrowing. After a long pause, he says, without conceit: “When we make love, it’s gonna change things. I want to know if you’re ready for that before we do.” I move until I’m on my knees in front of him. “Things have already changed for me. I’m ready … if you are.” He grins and pulls my dress over my head. “Haven’t you been hearing me? I’ve been ready for you for a long time, Maby Armstrong.” His hands travel down my chest and he unhooks my bra, sucking in a breath when it falls to the ground. He smiles at my yellow thong with black skulls. “You’re so edgy,” he smirks, getting on his knees while he pulls them off. He looks up at me. “I plan to spend a lot of time in this general vicinity.” He waves his hand over the area from my lips to my thighs. “And especially here,” he whispers, pulling me into his mouth. I hold onto his hair for dear life. I nearly fall back on the bed, but his hands are gripped on both cheeks, keeping my buns of nothing close to steel in place.