Review: All of You by Christina Lee


Nursing student Avery Michaels wants nothing to do with dating—she’s perfectly happy single.  Privy to too many of her mother’s bad decisions and even worse taste in boyfriends, all Avery can handle is a string of uncomplicated hookups whenever the mood strikes.

When she meets smoking hot tattoo artist Bennett, she wants him—for just one night. But he won’t accept a no-strings-attached arrangement. He lives by a straight-laced code of values based on his own troubled upbringing.

Bennett sees something special in Avery and he wants more from her. Way more. As Avery wrestles with her emotions for Bennett, danger and tragedy force them to open up to each other. And Avery must face the terrifying realization that she wants more from him, too.

So she needs to make a choice—let Bennett go or finally let him in.


This book just did it for me. I fell in love with the complexity of the characters and I loved the relationships the characters shared. I experienced moments of tears, moments of happiness, and moments so sweet my heart hurt. This book was just deep and there were moments when I had to pause to compose myself before I could continue reading. I love Avery and Bennett’s relationship, I love the similarities they share in addition to the stark differences they share. The banter they shared had me giggling on various occasions throughout the book.

I could relate to Avery, she is shut off and keeps herself guarded. Bennett, good Lord I loved this alpha male, can you say tattooed, perfect, sexy new book boyfriend? It was an excellent combination and let me tell you the build up is a tease, I felt like I was being teased but the wait is worth everything. This book was steamy, dreamy perfection that I will read over and over again.


His searing gaze reached straight through my chest and grabbed hold of my tattered heart. It stroked and soothed the bruised places like a salve before finally releasing its penetrating hold.

“Unfurl your muscles. Slip off your skin. Drop your guts in a heap on the floor.” I felt my airway constrict. Damn, this was profound. I continued. “Nuzzle inside the hollow of my bones. Let our breaths mingle as one. Turn liquid for me. Only for me. Bury your essence inside of my soul.”

“If he did something wrong, it was only out of fear,” she said, downing her pills and water. “And fear is the flip side of love.”

The hourglass freezes in moments of sorrow. Races along in moments of bliss.

The very concept of time is a demand. That you own it, savor it, mean it. Before you waste it…or it wastes you.


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