Pieces of Us
As Justin’s recovery moves forward, Dallas dares to hope their lives are settling into their new normal. His money worries have eased, business is picking up, and best of all, Justin now laughs more than he frowns.
Justin’s memory still eludes him, but with each snippet or flashback, small pieces of his old life start to slot into place. He remembers more of Dallas and how perfectly happy their lives used to be, and with each passing day, Justin realises he can have that again.
But when someone from Justin’s past turns up, he discovers that not all the missing pieces are good, and sadly, he and Dallas also learn just what it means to live with a traumatic brain injury.
If Dallas and Justin have to fight for their Happily Ever After, then Dallas will stop at nothing—nothing—to give Justin the life he always wanted.
“. . . as I tried to put the puzzle of myself back together, it was the pieces of us that made me whole.”
Release Date: 24/July/2020
Paring: male, male
Genre: contemporary romance
Troupes: amnesia, caregiving, family drama, disability
This is the final instalment in this series and is not a standalone. Reading further will contain spoilers.
This is a hard review to write, or I’m finding it so, because this is the third book in a trilogy that must be read as a continual story. Neither of the book ends on a cliff-hanger, even while it’s clear the story isn’t done. Pieces of Us is def a complete and satisfying ending to the trilogy.
Like, do I recap? Saying something like Pieces of You just had me leaking from the moment Justin was hit by a truck and Dallas found out until the very end when they realised Justin was remembering him even if he’d lost all his memories (side note, he’d lost 5 years of his life which is all the time he’d known Dallas for).
how Pieces of Me was more about stress. How Dallas was dealing with the fact that Justin was hurt, that he needed him, and that’s where Dallas wanted to be, but he had a job and he didn’t want to lose that. Money, and insurances, and whatnot.
Pieces of Us is wrapping it all up. Them both accepting the fact that this was it for Justin, his mind was going to stay this way forever and that was okay. so, it’s a little bit more but why spoil the journey.
The plot of these stories, tho tragic, is about the best that could have happened to Justin, the largest part being his head injury and tho the first book just made me leak (did I mention that?<<review), it never really went any deeper then that. It was at the forefront about falling in love again and it did that beautifully in my opinion.
Juss got up from his seat and sat on my lap. I had to pull my chair out a bit so he could fit, but he just sat right down and put his arm around my shoulder, his forehead pressed to mine. “Remember how you said we choose our own family?”
“Well, I’ve chosen mine.” He kissed me soundly. Then he picked up my fork and stabbed some meat and brought it to my lips. “Open wide.”
I laughed and he shoved the fork in my mouth. “You’re gonna feed me?” I asked.
“For all the times you helped me, now it’s your turn.”
He continued to feed me until my plate was empty and he even had some more of his own. It was fun and cute, we laughed a lot, and it had been far too long since we’d done anything fun and cute. The fact that he punctuated every forkful with a kiss made it even better.
He put the fork down and turned his full attention to me. “You know,” he said with a kiss. “I slept a lot today, so I’m not too tired.”
I chuckled because I was pretty sure I knew where he was going with this. “Is that so?”
He kissed me again, a little softer, more playful. “And we did get those test results back.”
I hummed, not too sure if he was up for anything rigorous. “You’re supposed to be on bed rest.”
He smiled. “So take me to bed.”
N.R. Walker Bio
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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