Red Card (Black Jack Gentlemen #2)
by Liz Crowe
Choice makes us individuals.
Love makes us unique.
Metin Sevim has it all. At the pinnacle of international soccer playing success, he has managed to craft a perfect world for himself along the way.
When fate strips him of free will and the ability to choose his own path, he retreats from everyone and everything, destroying his hard-won career in the process.
Dragged back from the brink by his desperate family, Metin reluctantly agrees to coach the Black Jack Gentlemen Detroit soccer team but remains debilitated by memories and loss. When a surprising friendship emerges, it renews his passion for life, providing much needed solace… and extreme complications.
A saga of family dynamics and gender politics that cuts across cultures and circumstance, Red Card illustrates the human capacity for forgiveness through the life of one man as he attempts to rebuild his shattered existence.
“Her sharp voice fit her, as if she had edges he’d injure himself on if he were not careful.”
“When he touched her hand she flinched, her need to make him go away, yet never leave, intense beyond imagining.”
“You won’t be satisfied until we’re both sitting around our parents’ house, old and covered with cats, bitching about how we got screwed over by men.”
“A small corner of her heart seemed to flex, like an atrophied muscle,”
“He might want her for some of the wrong reasons, but so many more of them were right. She represented so much he missed about his life, in an utterly bizarre way, but still…”
“And she disappeared as if someone hit a delete button on a computer screen,”
“I love you but don’t get a big head over it or anything.”
Red Card is a heartbreaking story. It contains several love stories, as well as one of devastation and grief. It turned on a dime, stood me on my head, and pulled me inside out. I adored Metin but also frequently wanted to part his butt cheeks with my dainty foot. The story was angsty, high drama, sizzling sensuality, and painfully real. Ms. Crowe’s characters continue to fascinate, antagonize, lure, and bait me. They squeeze my heart, have me grinding my teeth, make me smile, and cause me to gasp and require rehydration and extra laundry. How she can trick me into caring for a bitter, cold, petulant, hostile, and bossy woman whose own father describes her as having a “terrifying personality” is… stupefying and mind-boggling, yet Liz Crowe has that down to an art form, and uses fifty cent words while doing so. I can’t stop now – I see there are currently 2 more books in this series. I fear I have a new addiction…