“Christan Reyes is dead, and he’s in my basement.”
Sometimes, I know from the first sentence a book will be good, and the first sentence of this story made me gasp, writhe on my chair while an uncomfortable feeling sank in my stomach, and at the same time, this small line of words made me want to read on and on and on.
 
Lately, I seem to have a soft spot for stories about the living and the death. I love darker and sadder stories, don’t need a HEA, but I’m actually not a person for ghosts and dead bodies, and still, I devor these books like they’re lighthearted romances. Mainly because those books aren’t that heavy or creepy but funny and moving; this includes Till the Last Beat of My Heart.
 
I loved Christian from the moment I met him. Not when he was still dead, obviously. I’m not a fan of detailed described dead bodies, but after Jax alived him (Jax’s words), he immediately became so enthusiastic and energetic and also incredibly sweet, but it also wanted to hug him because he was scared because he wanted to keep living. I had to warm up to Jax, though. He felt a little … dismissive? But I could understand where he came from, full of anxiety, and we all have flaws, right?
 
This story is about living surrounded by death and still trying to live to your fullest. About old family wounds. About wanting to keep someone you’d die for in your life.

Thank you so much, Louangie, for sending me a link to this book. I loved your debut and can’t wait for what you have in store for us next!