This was such a good read for me. I didn’t want to put it down, so I didn’t. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen a book from SD Hendrickson and it was a pleasure to lose myself in it.
The Hawks goes back and forth between two timelines. One that is progressing over weeks/months and another that is over mere hours. One timeline holds the mystery, the other holds the romance, when the two converge it makes it nearly impossible to put down. I will admit, there were parts of the story that left me in tears. There were times when things seemed hopeless. There was devastation. But at the end of it all, there is love and hope and a future that is different than planned.
I loved Javier and I grew to love Cole. If Cole got his own book that would be an auto-buy for me. I can’t wait to see if my wish comes true, but whatever she writes next… I’ll be reading it.
I received an advance reader copy of this book that I have chosen to review.
summer of suspense that leads to the fall of a powerful family”
me. Said hawks were dangerous birds. Their majestic beauty could blind your
eyes as they picked the flesh from your bones. But even hawks have enemies. And
they eventually came for the Hawthorn family. Held us hostage. Demanded
wasn’t a Hawthorn. No, I was just the help. Caught in the turmoil of a tragic
family. I worked hard for Delsey Hawthorn. Tried to earn the respect of the
reigning tyrant. Assistant. Event planner. Gardner. Chauffeur. I added it all
to my resume.
met Javier Hawthorn. Delsey ordered me to stay away from her grandson. But like
a moth to a burning flame, I gravitated toward him. He was so different than my
world. Irresistible. Charming. He brought a calmness to the chaos.
was before the intruders came into the house. Tied us up. Hurt us. We struggled
to get away. We fought to survive. But who were the men behind the masks? Did
we know them? Because someone who got this close to the family at night must be
even closer during the day.
Javier rested his forehead against mine. “I feel the same, Sarina.”
“You do?” The elation filled my chest and I leaned up to kiss him, but his words stopped me.
“I feel the same, but you’re not really mine. Not permanently. What right do I have to feel jealous or angry?”
“But you have every right,” I pleaded with him. “If you think we’re together.”
The emotions shifted in his eyes as he struggled with his answer. “Maybe I tried to pretend at first. That you could mean nothing. But I couldn’t. I care about you, Sarina. And in another time or place, I could see myself wanting so much more with you. But the more we feel, the harder it ends.”
“You don’t think I know that?” I whispered. “I know you will hurt me. Eventually.”
“But I don’t want to hurt you. So I have to ask you this. Do you want to stop now before this gets more serious? Before it hurts more?”
“No,” I gushed. I didn’t even hesitate. The idea of him pulling away sent a panic through me. I didn’t care about the heartbreak that would come later when he left me. I needed him in my life right now. “I don’t want to stop seeing you.”
Journalism and Public Relations from Oklahoma State University. She is the
author of The Mason List, Waiting for Wyatt, and My Lucky Days.