BLOG TOUR: Thief by Tarryn Fisher

Note to Self

Love is patient; love is kind.
Love doesn’t boast or brag.
There’s no arrogance in love;
it’s never rude, crude, or indecent-it’s not self absorbed.
Love isn’t easily upset.
Love doesn’t tally wrongs.
Love trusts, hopes, and endures no matter what.
Love will never become obsolete.
I’ll fight for her.
Thief

Caleb Drake never got over his first love. Not when he got married. Not when she got married. When life suddenly comes full circle Caleb must decide how how far he is willing to go to get the aloof and alluring Olivia Kaspen back. But for every action in life there is a consequence, and soon Caleb finds out that sometimes love comes at an unbearably high price.

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Caleb has finally decided that there is no other . It’s either Olivia or it’s no one at all. Now the struggle is to make Olivia believe it too. Or is it too late.

Where The Opportunist left me feeling confused and Dirty Red left me pissed off, Thief made me feel complete. I finally understood. I understood Caleb, I understood Olivia and I even understood Leah a little more (although I still hate that b*tch!)

This book is filled with heartache, pain and frustration. But that’s ok. The end is everything I hoped for and more. A perfect ending to a screwed up tale of a love like no other. 5 FANTASTIC STARS!!

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PART 7 – 

  I would have to look up some authors, books that I might have forgotten reading. Yeah, she was an English major also, but she hadn’t read every book ever written. I would find one. 

  And how was James Joyce the determining factor on whether or not I’m an imbecile?? 

  H.G. Wells, I sent next, thinking perhaps science fiction wasn’t her forte. 

  A few of my first period students started making their way into the classroom. 

  “Hey, Mr. H!” a few of them simultaneously said. 

  One of my students, Warren Gold, stopped at the door, saw me, and shouted down the hallway, “Hey guys, Mr. Harper’s back!” 

  I wasn’t entirely sure if he was excited to see me, or warning everyone else that they needed to get to class on time and not expect a substitute again. 

  My phone vibrated. 

  Wells does not belong in the same category as the aforementioned names. But, I begrudgingly read War of the Worlds freshman year

  The bell to signify the start of class was about to ring, so I shot out one more name. 

  Maugham was my next attempt.

  I had read Of Human Bondage in high school because I was bored and found it at the library. I was most definitely not a fan. 

  I HATE Maugham. Hate, hate, hate!

  Wow…such strong feelings.

  If you bring him up around me, I’ll spike you in the face with my heel.

  Fair enough! Frequently bring up Maugham in your presence…

  There will be serious consequences for breaking my rules, buddy!

  Oh yeah? Like what?

  You’ll see. Don’t underestimate me.

 

I am a real life villain, truly. I drink sick amounts of Starbucks. Most of the time my hair smells like coffee. I was born in South Africa, and lived there for most of my childhood. I moved to Seattle just for the rain. Rome is my favorite place in the world so far, Paris comes in at a close second. I read and write more than I sleep. When I was eleven, I wrote an entire novel about runaway orphans, using only purple ink. I am addicted to Florence and the Machine and will travel to see concerts. I love scary movies and giraffes. I spend way too much time on Facebook. Meet you there?…

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