It may have only been told through the perspectives of Conor and Jake, but Pam Godwin’s writing forces readers to confront exactly how each one of the foursome felt throughout this devastating time. I can’t put into words just how emotionally overwhelmed I felt while reading this story. We’re knotted together, and damn if he doesn’t know how to tie a knot that withstands the test of time.”Įven when Conor was just a young girl, she believed in the ‘inseparable bond’ and ‘extraordinary closeness’ that she shared with her brother, Lorne, and the Holsten twins, Jake and Jarret, and while Conor’s feelings for Jake went behind familial, the four of them grew up together, supporting each other no matter what and protecting one another no matter the cost.īut when the cost came due, the men in Conor’s life made decisions without her consent, alienating and rejecting her, which made the knot that tied them together…the one that she thought would see them through no matter the miles…months…cities…years…became frayed and loosened by acts of betrayal and lies, costing all of them more than they ever imagined possible and irreparably breaking the binds that had always kept them linked. “Not everything’s meant to be, but Jake and I are inevitable. I’ll be honest…the knots in my stomach never loosened…they remained knotted together until Conor and Jake dealt with their past, allowing them time to grieve and time to process everything that occurred, working faithfully and endlessly for a future that should have been theirs since the beginning. I wasn’t ready to endure Conor’s hellish reality at the ravine when she was 16 years old or the emotional torture and heart wrenching hits that just kept coming.

I have to admit that even though I’ve read many of Pam Godwin’s dark romance stories, I wasn’t prepared for Conor Cassidy and Jake Holsten’s brutal tale. I don’t deserve her, but one truth remains. She doesn’t know my dark cravings or the trails of sin that lead to her.

Years later, she returns to honor our teenage pact.Įxcept the boy she loved is gone, replaced by a ruthless cattle rancher knotted with secrets. Or my inconsolable agony when she left Oklahoma. I’ll never forget the sounds of her suffering. We were sixteen the night she was violently assaulted while I helplessly watched. Growing up together, Conor and I shared all our firsts.

Knotted by Pam Godwin