• • ♦ Imperfect Truth by Ava Harrison ♦ Blog Tour ♦ • •




I’m a blogger. He’s a writer.
He was my weakness.
I was his muse.
Once upon a time my marriage was built on love…
Until it wasn’t.
Where had we gone wrong?
I had given up hope…
But then he messaged me,
And his words intoxicated me.
Made me believe in love again.
Made me believe in truth.
My imperfect truth…

As we head over to the bar, Ryder pulls me by the hand, and we step onto the dance floor instead. The vibe is electric, as the patrons rhythmically move to the music. I close my eyes, allowing the beat to permeate my consciousness. Ryder pulls me toward him, swaying his body with mine. We slowly begin to dance. The warmth that emanates from his body is a beacon to my soul. As our bodies touch, sexual tension radiates between us. We move together in perfect sync. Our breath is coming out in short, ragged bursts.
I feel sexy.
I feel liberated.
I feel free.
Desire courses through me. This is all Ryder. He keeps me in a perpetual state of need. Sensing my urgency, he looks at me with an expression that sends chills down my spine. His need to consume me is palpable.
He leans into me, breathing me in. I can feel the warmth tickle against my neck. My heartbeat becomes more erratic. His hand trails circles down my back, stroking lower and lower. He grazes the swell of my hip as I glide my fingertips up the side of his body. I stroke his torso ever so lightly as we continue to dance. Trailing my hands past his collarbone, I wrap my arms around his neck. I look up at him, and he smiles at me seductively, the curve of his mouth lifting so that it is barely noticeable.

“I want to taste you.” His voice is husky.

I bite down on my lower lip as I take in his words. His fingertips trace the end of my black eyelet dress.

“I want to taste every part of you,” he says again in my ear, this time slower as his hand creeps under the hem. My skirt pushes higher up my leg as we continue to move our bodies against one another.
I stop moving and just stand there panting, feeling dizzy with need. I’m hyper aware that his fingers are now tracing circles on the upper part of my thigh. They are almost connecting to the cotton covering my most intimate place. On an exhale, he touches me so softly, I feel as though I might have just imagined it. As he grazes my sensitive flesh on the top of my legs, my breath hitches.

I’m frozen in place knowing I need to stop this, but I’m unable to pull away.

His eyes penetrate mine, daring me to stop him. But just as quickly as this game has started, it ends as he pulls his hand away.

“No, not yet. I want you to be only mine. Your thoughts, your body, your every desire. Until you’re ready, I won’t kiss you, I won’t touch you, I won’t taste you.”
Copyright © 2015 by Ava Harrison


“I’ve always struggled to find where I belong, but how can I belong somewhere when I don’t fit anywhere?”

I don’t think I’ve raved this much about a book in a long time. Sure, I find books I love, but this one… it just hit a little too close to home, with me.

“… the road to forgiving yourself is the hardest journey to take.”

You start with Ava who is struggling in her marriage and in her life. The spark has disappeared and she finds herself just going through the motions. She runs a successful book blog and is an avid reader, which helps her pass the time… until… Ryder. He’s a popular erotic romance author who has all the right words. He fills in her cracks, but at what price?

“I’m not perfect. I’m perfectly flawed. A beautiful painting from afar, but up close you can see my cracks and bruises.”

I absolutely LOVED this book. There were times when I felt like Ava was writing my story. Some parts of this book were from such an honest place that it gutted me. It is exactly what I needed to read at exactly the right time. You will make mistakes in life. That is absolutely certain. You will fall more times than you can keep track of. Your success isn’t measured in how many times you mess up, but how you live and learn and keep moving forward. Your failures don’t define you. Repeat that to yourself. Your. Failures. Don’t. Define. You.

“Sometimes we have to get lost to be found.”

Yes, the story is about a blogger who falls for an author, but there’s a bigger message. Want to know the secret to happiness? Take a look in the mirror. The person looking back holds the key.

I would give this more than 5 stars if I could. Thank you Ava Harrison for being brave and putting this book out.

Reviewed by Lisa






Copyright © 2015 by Ava Harrison



Ava Harrison is a New Yorker, born and bred.
When she’s not journaling her life, you can find her window shopping, cooking dinner for her family, or curled up on her couch reading a book.
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