Crush: a strong and often short-lived infatuation, particularly for someone beyond your reach…
Darcy Barrett has undertaken a global survey of men. She’s travelled the world, and can categorically say that no one measures up to Tom Valeska, whose only flaw is that Darcy’s twin brother Jamie saw him first and claimed him forever as his best friend. Despite Darcy’s best efforts, Tom’s off limits and loyal to her brother, 99%. That’s the problem with finding her dream man at age eight and peaking in her photography career at age twenty—ever since, she’s had to learn to settle for good enough.
When Darcy and Jamie inherit a tumble-down cottage from their grandmother, they’re left with strict instructions to bring it back to its former glory and sell the property. Darcy plans to be in an aisle seat halfway across the ocean as soon as the renovations start, but before she can cut and run, she finds a familiar face on her porch: house-flipper extraordinaire Tom’s arrived, he’s bearing power tools, and he’s single for the first time in almost a decade.
Suddenly Darcy’s considering sticking around to make sure her twin doesn’t ruin the cottage’s inherent magic with his penchant for grey and chrome. She’s definitely not staying because of her new business partner’s tight t-shirts, or that perfect face that’s inspiring her to pick up her camera again. Soon sparks are flying—and it’s not the faulty wiring. It turns out one percent of Tom’s heart might not be enough for Darcy anymore. This time around, she’s switching things up. She’s going to make Tom Valeska 99 percent hers.
Published Date: January 29th, 2019.
My Favourite Quote: *I’m going to quote to my heart’s content heehee see what I did there?*
In a parallel dimension, we’ve always been right here in this doorway, since that night when I was an idiot eighteen-year-old and replied, I know. In this different timeline, he swallowed the hurt and decided to be patient one last time. He knocked on the house of destiny’s front door, put his mouth on mine, and we’ve been kissing ever since.
We’ve survived in that alternate reality, backlit by thunderstorms and summer days. Holiday fireworks illuminate our faces. Years have passed for us there, in daylight and darkness. My hair grew down to the ground. Autumn leaves fathered at our ankles, and the seasons turned like a kaleidoscope behind us.
We’ve never endured another’s touch, and we’ve never had to be apart. It’s the place my true heart has always existed, beating, unfaltering and perfect, and it’s been safe, because it was with him.
Now we’re leaning through the web-thin layer into this dimension and sinking into these older bodies.
*Received an Advanced Reader’s Copy from publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.*
Have any of you’ll read Nalini Singh’s Psy-Changeling series? I’ve always loved her work, the world she has built, the sense of family and the concept of love and how the animal/man/woman/psy suffer from lack of skin contact with their loved ones…
You get the drill.
I’ve always connected to NS’s work. It deeply moving, innovative, dark and light at the same time. For some reason, I was inexplicably reminded of these aspects of NS’s books while I read 99 Percent Mine. In a good way. I was immersed into the world of a normal (mostly) girl, in a normal (sort of) situation, with an abnormal heart condition; but all I could think about is how much this read like a book about two weres fighting the connection that drew them across space and time. Which is fantastic for me.
The beast I had imagined as a child and that has followed me around the globe every step I took? The one that would sleep at the foot of my bed and tear out throats? He’s here in this room, but I’m not scared. If I stepped toe-to-toe with him and put my hand up, he would press his cheek into my palm.
Obsessive love stories are right up my alley. Like, walk right up to me and say “Obsessed.” and I’d probably take you home and feed you cookies. *clears throat* Anyway.
99 Percent Mine was a raw story about a family split down the middle, because of pain, miscommunication and sadness. There are so many moments of hurt, frustration and anger on the part of the reader because all we’re thinking is why is this girl putting up with these people?! As readers, from the outside and from our own lives, we know how much we give for family, how much we let go and hold on for them. But I saw some of the things done/said to Darcy in the first half of this book and I was just…aggravated. Like who the hell does this brother of hers think he is?
Then, of course, Tom (this is The Boy guys *points vigorously*) walks in. And UGH, he’s frustrating us too! And confusing us. And throwing us in a loop–all of which Darcy does to him too. The poor man. My heart goes out to him, I swear. There was an interesting and very realistic take on the emotions of someone who may very well remain an outsider among family simply because they are not of the same blood and the insecurities that dredge up inside of this person…Damn. It makes me empathise a lot more with someone in my life.
And of course, the pressure of that pretty and shiny word called “Perfect.”
“Tigers are very noble animals,” I remind him.
99 Percent Mine was a very good read for me; the emotions, the struggles, the pain, the downright spiral that Darcy was portrayed experiencing, her daily conversations with her own heart… I get all of that. I relate to the talk we give ourselves each day, telling ourselves to hold on, not give in.
In my ear he says, “You little animal.” And not like it’s a bad thing.
My issues were to do I guess with the fact that we had to unnecessarily hate Jamie because the asshole turns out to be a loveable one. It’s as if the minute he enters, the tables turn over in our minds; we’re slapped with his actual personality and we realise why Tom and Darcy love this mofo so much. He is as crazy about his sister and Tom as they are about him; SO WHY WAS I SO SAD AND PISSED AND UPSET OVER THIS GUY?
But THAT’S the thing! His personality was SUPPOSED to be this way. You want to hate him and you can’t. It’s frankly the kind of older-brother-annoying that I get. *laughs* (I hope you’re not reading this, said older brother, but if you are, I’ll have you know you’re probably mum’s favourite *waves*).
There’s Truly, I think the one character that I was perhaps least frustrated with; or my quota of frustration was wrung out by the time we get to her. But she was truly my kind of spacey and smart. *sighs*
I think what I love about 99 Percent Mine was all the mistakes. The things that the characters do that make us want to strangle them and say would you just stay and talk it out? But then…think about it. Have we stayed and ‘talked-it-out’ that very instant? I can recall off the top of my head the two times I’ve walked out of an argument. The times I’ve called and weeped to a friend, but not addressed the issue with the actual person. The times family does something to ensure another person is included that sometimes means you have to be left out.
You hate them. You love them. It’s an intertwined knotted mess.
99 Percent Mine was an intense read. It’s a love story and a hate story. Because you love and hate everyone in this book. Even freaking Colin.
This was my first Sally Thorne book–(*cringes* I know, I know I haven’t read The Hating Game, how can I possibly not have read The Hating Game. I BOUGHT IT. IT’S IN MY LIBRARY. DON’T HATE ME)–but I can assure you, this won’t be my last. Kisses and hugs to the Lady ❤