“If opposites attract, then I am nothing. Because you, you are everything.”
There’s no easy road traveled to such an intense sentiment, one I never dreamt I’d feel….
But I also never planned on Cannon Blackwell climbing aboard my tour bus.
Sunny's Review:
I have yet to read a book by S.E. Hall that I have not loved. Pretty Instinct is no exception. This book is about a girl who will do anything for her brother and best friends. Liz is one of my favorite characters. She is strong and driven and does not put up with any nonsense. She makes sure that everyone around her is taken care of. She is not so hard that she is annoying and she definitely does not sit around waiting on others to take care of her. Cannon is AWESOME. He comes into their lives and tries to do his best to take care of Liz. Almost from the very first meeting he is all about her. He likes everyone else and proves himself. He is one of my favorite straight up sweet nice guys.
I am giving this book 4.5 stars out of 5. I love it and I can't wait for more. The only thing I will say is make sure you have a few tissues with you while reading this one.
Darra's Review:
I can't help it! I cried. Love the characters so much, I was in deep. Everything stops when I read S.E. Hall's books. Sorry to my husband and my son. The story will suck you into the world of Liz, Cannon and all the other main characters. I don't think any of them I thought ill of. I want to hear more of Rhett. There is so much more to him then what is explained in the book. He better have his own story.
Cannon, oh Cannon. How I love thee. I have never doubted S.E. Hall would make a book with such fascinating characters and story. Another fantastic book that I love to the core.
I will also give it a 4.5. This will be another re-read book. I loved it too much to not go back read the story of Liz and Cannon.
S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 4 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing. She's also being clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside!
I check my phone for the tenth time. It’s almost 2 am, surely they’re asleep and I can sneak to my own bed. Sleeping with Conner isn’t as fun as you might think, unless you think being caged with a wild animal sounds like a party.
As quietly as possible, I slink out of the bed and through his door, pulling it closed; halfway there. Sending up a silent prayer I don’t meet any open, awake eyes, I turn, relieved at the lack of spectators, and scurry to my bed. After sharing my song tonight, I need some time to pass before I look them in the eyes—those lyrics, the tremor in my voice as I sang—I’m not ready for questions or commentary.
“Pssst.”
Of course I didn’t pull off the covert bed switch undetected. This bus—40 x 8 feet—might as well be a shoebox. I draw back the curtain, squinting my eyes against the dimness.
“Hey,” Cannon greets me with a whisper and grin from his bed, curtain also pulled open.
Giving him back the smile I can’t contain, I finger wave. Has he been waiting up for me? Was I secretly hoping he’d still be awake? Do I want to know either answer or what it says about me? What planet am I living on that this is now an issue?
“Here.” He scoots to the edge of his bunk and hands across…an earbud? Eyeing him curiously, I turn on my side, facing his way, and put it in my ear. “Shhh.” He puts a finger over his lips then winks and slips the other bud in his own ear, only breaking eye contact for a split second to tap the phone screen, then reconnecting in the muted light.
“Hello, Lizzie,” his voice sounds in my ear and as my eyes pop in surprise. He once again does the “shhh” thing, nodding to me to just listen. “I thought about playing you ‘You Are So Beautiful,’ but surely you already know that. This, you may not.”
There’s a brief pause, then music starts… It’s “Have a Little Faith in Me.”
I know I whimper aloud, but I force my eyes to stay on his no matter how badly I want to hide them and the building tears. Through the entire song, I stare and he stares back, mouthing the words every once in a while. With the closing notes, his voice returns.
“Not too corny, I hope. Just…think about it. Sweet dreams, Lizzie.”
Apparently picking up on the fact I’ve been rendered incapable of functioning, he reaches over and gently removes the earbud, taps the end of my nose with his fingertip, then closes my curtain for me.
I’ll have the corny with a side of corny please.
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