Review & #giveaway- In The Absence of You by Sunniva Dee @sunnivaD @xpressotours


Book & Author Details:

In The Absence Of You by Sunniva Dee
Publication date: June 28th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

Absence coverSynopsis:

Aishe is running. Running from the burn of a love she knows will consume her.
Running from a soul mate she’s never even met.
If only she hadn’t been hired as a merch girl for the hottest indie band on earth.
If only she’d never laid eyes on its front man, Emil—intense, sexy, and so unlike the men of her culture.
If only she hadn’t fallen onto his lips, then into his bed.
If only her flame hadn’t exploded into a full-on forest fire.
If only Emil’s heart didn’t belong to someone else.

Emil is running. Running from a broken heart.
Running from who he was with her.
If only Zoe hadn’t left.
If only Aishe hadn’t been right there.
If only she hadn’t been so damn gorgeous—insistent—different.
If only he could control himself around her.
If. Only.


You know, these characters are difficult to like.  You may not ever get to that point through the story. If I’m honest, I’m not sure that I ever really did.

But their characters and the story. The desperation and overwhelming feeling of sadness. A bone deep sense of hopelessness which just oozed off the pages. And a breathtaking betrayal of trust.  How far does one person’s yearning have to go before it becomes an obsession? Before it just becomes destructive or manipulative?

The author asked me if I enjoyed the ending.  Without giving too much away, I did.  The ending lent a sense of redemption to the entire story, and was the ending that this particular story deserved.  I am still full of admiration for the skillful manner in which the heartache was etched onto the pages.

Was it what I was expecting?  No.  This is, in many ways, a brave book, given the content.  However, I really think it worked.

It was a captivating read. Like a car crash. I simply couldn’t look away.  But the truth is, I didn’t want to.

I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.





I’m in a foul mood. We’re traveling tonight, finally, but Bo and Nadia are whispering in their back lounge suite of the tour bus. For once he’s not consoling her.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Nadia says, keeping it quiet because I’m right outside. I hate to be kept in the dark. There are things I don’t want to be bothered with, sure, but the choice should be mine.

“You know how she is, darling. It’s not like you can stop her. She’ll be here whether you want it or not, and honestly, it’ll be good. She’ll be of comfort to you.”

Nadia hushes him. “What about… it’s going to be horrible for…”

Bo gets up and shuts the door, literally in my face. What the fuck? Now I have to turn the light on in the bunk area. I was relying on daylight from the lounge to see what I’m throwing into my dirty laundry bag. While eavesdropping.

“Zoe,” I hear from in there. “Dot, dot, something-something, dot.”

Goddammit! I slam the door back open and glare at the two of them. “Zee’s flying out?”

There’s that silence again. Bo veils himself in studious unresponsiveness, but Nadia’s got deer-in-headlights eyes. She opens and closes her mouth. Then she opts for grabbing her frilly little home-crocheted blanket and pulling it tighter around her.

“Bo. Nadia. If Zoe’s coming out—” I can’t finish what I’m thinking. I want it so damn bad. “Is she? Because I want her to.”

“No, she isn’t,” Nadia murmurs, dark eyes concerned beneath her lashes.

Bo sends her an apologetic glance before returning to me. “Yeah. She is. I’m buying her a ticket.”

Nadia draws in a deep breath, irises floating in moisture. “Babe, it’s better that I head back home. I could hang out with Zoe during her off-weekend. It’d be the same price since you’re paying either way. Plus I’d water our plants.”

And then I’m witness to them staring deeply into each other’s eyes, both wanting and needing the best for the other. It’s so fucking—

Okay, I am glad for them. I love them both like siblings, but sometimes it’s hard to take in when someone flaunts so readily what you lack in your own life.

“I want her to come out,” I repeat. There’s some tiny animal in my throat talking for me. I sound… not like myself.

“Shit,” Nadia says, which isn’t her at all. “See what you’re doing, Bo?” Her expression tightens as she meets my stare, braver than she was a moment ago.

“Emil, if she ends up coming out this weekend, it’s only because she wants to keep me company.”

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About the author

Between studies, teaching, and advising, Sunniva has spent her entire adult life in a college environment. Most of her novels are new adult romance geared toward smart, passionate readers with a love for eclectic language and engaging their brain as well as their heart while reading.

Born in the Land of the Midnight Sun, the author spent her early twenties making the world her playground. Southern Europe: Spain, Italy, Greece–Argentina: Buenos Aires, in particular. The United States finally kept her interest, and after half a decade in Los Angeles, she now lounges in the beautiful city of Savannah.

Sometimes, Sunniva writes with a paranormal twist (Shattering Halos, Stargazer, and Cat Love). At other times, it’s contemporary (Pandora Wild Child, Leon’s Way, Adrenaline Crush, Walking Heartbreak, and Dodging Trains, coming in late March 2016).

This author is the happiest when her characters let their emotions run off with them, shaping her stories in ways she never foresaw. She loves bad-boys and good-boys run amok, and like in real life, her goal is to keep the reader on her toes until the end of each story.

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