Review – South of Bixby Bridge by Ryan Winfield

Description:
Fresh out of drug rehab, an ambitious, young stockbroker struggles through the holidays with much more than sobriety when he is seduced into a hing-finance game of sex, deception and balckmail by a charming, sadistic San Francisco hedge-fund owner and his intoxicating wife.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was hooked on this book on the first page. First, this is not an easy read – it’s a dark book filled with drugs, sex and money – hopes and dreams. It is not the regular book that would be reviewed here. But, I loved this story and wanted to share it with all of our readers here.

Trevor Roberts is on a roller-coaster straight to hell. He went through rehab after his girlfriend, Stephanie, found him overdosed in the hot-tub. He laughed at the sobriety book and thought he could handle things on his own. An addict, broke, living out of his car, he tries to put himself back together. Stephanie doesn’t want anything to do with him and he’s been black-balled from the stock market business – where does he go from here? Enter billionaire Paul Valombrosa, his wife Tara and sex, drugs and all the money you could dream of….but at what price?

I don’t want to give away too much of this book. Mr. Winfield told a brilliant and wonderful story of the downfall of a very bright man. He weaved a tale of seduction, by both women and drugs, and brings you through all the trials and tribulations that a person goes through facing his addiction and then how he faces his past, present and future. The writing was prolific, done in a way that you felt Trevor’s pain, you went through his addiction and recovery with him. I cried when he finally faced his abused past, I cried when he checked himself back into rehab, I cried when he visited his mother’s grave and I cheered when he finally made it across Bixby Bridge. I was awed and very moved by South of Bixby Bridge. Is there an HEA for Trevor, YES! Not the ones that we are used to, but he will live happily ever after.

There is a poem at the end of the book that greatly touched me. Please enjoy….

I found a paper plane today.

I flew it home, across a sea of time
where morning mist glides
over old man Ikeard’s pond,
climbs the willow where I hide
to hear his lonely rowing song
into shadows —
licked away by midday sun
wading now in shady shallows.
Run perch, run — fingerlings
memories swim beyond my grip
flare and fade forever from the tip
of my marshmallow stick —
when twilight oaks shiver
their fallen brothers burn the wind
distant campfires spark
the worked mysterious again,
I hear mother’s call
echo across pond and time
tuck me in —
my pillow smells of pine
fold the day up in goodnight.
Sleep son, sleep — dreams
paper planes sent to the night,
what any of it means
I’ll forget by morning light.

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7 thoughts on “Review – South of Bixby Bridge by Ryan Winfield

  1. Wow, Kitty this sounds like an amazing story. Thanks so much for your review.

  2. What a different kind of story.. I have not read any of this authors books… I will have to put it on my tbr list.

  3. Thanks for posting the lovely poem. Sounds like an intense read – not up to it at the moment, but will keep it in mind.

  4. Such an enthusiastic review! This is not my usual read, you’re right, but maybe I will give it a try!

  5. The guy on the cover is hot…you’re absolutely this not usually my type of book but I find it very intriguing so I’ll give it a try!

  6. I’d like to thanks Guilty Pleasures, and especially Kitty, for such a thoughtful review of my novel. This site is a wonderful place alive with the flashing neon hope of ongoing discovery in the many worlds just beyond the wonderful covers displayed here. Thank you.

  7. I have read it and was really stunned by this book. I gave it to my husband to read and he loved it, too. In fact, although it is gritty, it is a wonderful story of addiction and redemption.
    I encourage you all to read this book.

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