Book: Marcus (A Natexus Novel)
Author: Victoria L. James
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Five weeks after Natalie walked out of my life, I was forced to go back to the start. Twice I’d given my heart to those who didn’t want it, leaving me alone again wondering who I was, where I was meant to be going, and what I stood for.
Loneliness became my new best friend, no matter how hard I tried to deny it. Bitterness threatened to take over and turn me into somebody I wasn’t. Nothing made me feel alive anymore. Nothing made me happy.
Until she arrived. Her. The girl no one was meant to fall in love with—especially not me. Especially not then.
We didn’t know that our time together was fleeting. Our futures were already shaped for us, weaved together by a string of events that were destined to tear us apart if we let them. I just wasn’t willing to go down without a fight this time.
Not all men give up so easily, and the scars on my heart had made me stronger. If anyone could beat the cruel hand of fate, it was me. All I had to do was believe.
In me. In her. In us.
That beautiful, unexpected, thrilling, surprise love of mine.
~ Marcus Anderson
If only love came with a warning label and a list of possible side effects, maybe I’d have known what would happen to me once I let go of the second love of my life. Once made me naïve. Twice made me a fool— a feeling I wasn’t too comfortable with.
You once told me you didn’t need saving. What I didn’t realise at the time was that I did.
Love is a two-part adventure. The first step is falling. The other is staying. Now that I’ve invited you in, you’re never allowed to leave.
Johnny, however, looked like his skin was made of rubber and wax, with his extra small T-shirt showing off his helium-filled muscles, and jeans so tight I had to wonder whether his fart would pop back up into his throat if he accidentally let one rip in those things.
…you look at the whole world like it barely matters, but when you look at me, your face lights up like I’m the only thing you see.
Victoria L. James is an outright thief, an outlaw, a bandit – she has delivered a book that is heart stealing and breath-snatching, and I couldn’t be happier to have been robbed blind of both. Marcus is a treasure, the book, and the character. He is epic, indelible, the total package, the ultimate BBF. Swoon, I want one. Victoria L. James has a special kind of magical word voodoo, falling into her characters’ heads was immediate and effortless, yet the conjured scenarios were compelling and extraordinary; all of which requires great skill, deft handling, prodigious word prowess, and a limitless imagination. Don’t bother reading Marcus unless you enjoy clever banter, endearing and alluring characters, emotive writing that mines every corner of your heart, amusing humor, keen insights, and a moving and engrossing tale. I read it slowly so I could savor every word, and found a pleasurable banquet to devour in each chapter. Sigh, I am ruined and fear that reading anything else will feel like diet food.
Victoria L James is a teenage girl stuck in a thirty-something year-olds body. Living somewhere ‘oop north’ in England, she has had a strong passion for words and stories going as far back as she can remember, which she credits to her grandmother and her love of reading anything that was on sale and cheap from the local market stall. Never once did she think she would release a novel, though. At best, she thought her love of language and her ability to create stories in her mind would provide her with a ‘get out of jail free’ card whenever she messed up and her parents were mad at her during her teenage years… and when even that didn’t work out, she thought she was pretty much done for.
When an opportunity presented itself for her to take a back seat from paid working life for a few years, she knew straight away that she had to try and write about a few of these worlds she’d come up with along the way, and quieten all the voices in her head without racking up a heavy psychiatry bill for the pleasure.
Wearing her heart on her sleeve and trying to lighten her friends’ and family’s lives with naff, and more often than not, badly timed, nineties jokes, she has yet to learn the art of knowing when to shut up. Which is another reason writing became a passion of hers. With pen and paper, there are no limits.
A firm believer in never quitting, with a ridiculous obsession for all things Rocky, she hopes that one day she writes a story that will inspire at least one person out there to keep on going if they’re struggling. Other than that, she’s just a regular old converse wearing, corona sipping, English version of Chandler Bing, who loves and adores her family more than life itself. Oh, and she also has two cats. Every writer has to mention their cats, right?
Other Books in the Series
atexus (book one) here:
Download All the Way (book two) here: