Atheists Who Kneel and Pray by Tarryn Fisher


Yara Phillips is a wandering muse.

She dates men who need her, but always moves on to something new, never staying in one place for very long.

David Lisey is in need of a muse.

A talented musician lacking lyrical inspiration. When he first sees her, he knows he's found what he's been looking for.

Yara believes she can give David exactly what he needs to reach his full potential:
A broken heart.

David’s religion is love. 

Yara’s religion is heartache.

Neither is willing to surrender, but religion always requires sacrifice.

ellie's $0.02:

So a little background about this book.  I'm not an author.  Or the author of this book.  But I play one on TV.  I don't even remember how (maybe two villains attracted to one another), but Tarryn and I started talking one day.  Actually texting.  Because actually talking is overrated. Tarryn likes to psychoanalyze the shit outta me, which drives me bonkers.  In exchange for that, she told me about this book idea she had.  And I wanted to know who was kneeling in front of who and what they were doing on their knees  And the cover idea.  (Be sure to ask her about my original cover idea - I still have the mock-up). And fuck... the fucking fonts. 

Long story short.  Next thing I know, I'm designing this cover.  Then she's throwing blurbs at me.  Then chapters. Then I'm editing.  This book is everything to me.  I don't really care that Tarryn wrote this book.  This book is actually mine.  Belongs to me.  Tarryn Fisher is not my friend.  She is an awe-inspiring talent-filled author that asks me a lot of questions.

Aside from all that bullshit above.  The book did not go the way I wanted it to and in the order I wanted it to.  Breaking away from the rules of what is supposed to happen.   With that said, everything about the characters and plot was something I was able to relate to.  It broke me and put me back together.  It was emotional, but not unemotional.

And the writing.  Let's talk about the writing.  Every chapter had at least a line - if not more than one - that would stop me in my tracks, highlighting it, rereading it, and analyzing it.  Every.  Single.  Chapter.  The words flowed off the paper (screen) in agonizingly perfect rhyme and reason even when my sanity was arguing that it wasn't.  

There is a dash of humor.  A dose of emotion.  And an ocean of reality.  THIS is romance. This book was everything and the best work out of Tarryn Fisher.  Tarryn's villainous style of storytelling and writing is always a solid win for me.

I think there is a little Yara in all of us.

No one is perfect.  Love isn't perfect.  Love is religion.


"Hey, girl, hey—you’re an asshole. It’s good to know these things about yourself so you don’t go around blaming others for your fuckups. " - Atheists Who Kneel and Pray