Adam (of the Archers): Review

Posted January 15, 2016 in review Tags:

Adam (of the Archers): ReviewAdam by Lena Bourne

Series: Of the Archers #1
Genres: Contemporary Romance

Adam (of the Archers)
Lena Bourne

what i think

Adam was a DNF for me. I just couldn’t get into it. I didn’t care for the writing style, the characters, or pretty much anything else. I gave up pretty quickly actually…


One week spent together in a secluded cabin. Two people scarred by their pasts. Can a chance encounter lead to love? Or is it just a moment in time, insignificant once it passes.

Taylor has just returned from a romantic vacation with her boyfriend. But instead of an “I miss you!” text from him, she gets one that’s clearly meant for another woman. Which is the only reason she lets a hot stranger kiss her on the sidewalk. It’s the one and only time they’ll ever see each other, so why not?
Adam is used to living life on his own terms, from leaving home at 16 to join the military, to returning now, eight years later, to take care of his mother. After that, he’s packing up and leaving again. The last thing he planned on was falling in love with a girl at first sight. But there she was, and now Taylor’s all he can think of.

They may be perfect for each other, but they both have pasts that will not stay buried, no matter how much they want them to. And when Adam’s dark past comes crashing between them, one week seems like a very short time. Even if it is a week of love, pleasure, and belonging like neither of them has known before.



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From Adam (of the Archers):


“Come down to Brooklyn, it’d be great to catch up, you said,” I yell over the loud music and general conversation to my buddy Jon. “Only we ain’t doing much of that.”

Jon grins at me, nods and shrugs. I don’t think he heard a word I said.

The music’s too loud and the place is packed, mostly with college girls like some real famous sexy boy will be playing tonight, instead of all these indie nobodies. And none of the girls look like they’re here for one night stands. Not that I am. I’m here to hang out with Jon before he deploys again tomorrow night, so maybe it’s good that the music’s too loud to talk.

A hard knot is forming in my stomach from just seeing his regulation cut. It feels way too much like regret. But is the knot worse than the sickening feeling of still being on active duty? Right now, I don’t know. And that pisses me off even more.

The music dies out to scattered applause, and sentences spoken too loud due the sudden drop in noise.

“So, you miss it yet, Adam?” Jon asks, taking a long swig of his beer. The knot in my stomach tightens. I hate that my first thought is, “Yes”. Mostly because I fucked it all up so bad I don’t even have the option of reenlisting. An other than honorable discharge. And after my behavior in the last month, I was lucky to get that much. It means there’s no way back. And not much of a way forward either. So I might as well not miss it.

I haven’t seen Jon in almost nine months. Didn’t even know if he was still alive until he called a few days ago.

“Whatever,” I say since it sums it up pretty well. “So where are they sending you?” “The new team’s meeting in Italy. We’ll see from there.” Jon takes another long swallow of his beer. “I wish you were coming too.”

I don’t bother replying. The team used to be me, Jon, Eric, Philippe, Matthew, and Carlo. Along with Bjorn and Anders before them. Now it’s just Jon. And five other guys. Jon got lucky because he was injured before the last mission. The one I alone survived, because I can’t seem to die.

“This’ll be my last deployment,” Jon says, peeling the label off his beer and tearing it completely in the process.

“If they let you go,” I say, feeling my teeth grind together.

Jon grins at me, but it’s a sad thing more than anything else. “They’d have let you go too. You just have no patience, never did.”

“I got plenty of patience for shit that warrants it. That shit did not. I couldn’t even get a medical discharge, and I’ve had PTSD so long it’s the new me. We all did.”

“A few nightmares and shakes aren’t PTSD, Adam,” he says, in that clipped tone he always gets when he’s nervous. And I’ve seen him shit scared of dying kinda nervous more times than I care to remember. “Why are we even talking about this? You wanted out, and you’re out.”

“So long as you’ve still got plenty of commitment left.” I should stop goading him, because it never ends well with Jon. He’s got a long fuse, but he packs a mean punch.

And he’s not shy with those. Not is he far from delivering one, judging by the flashing in his dark eyes.







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