An emotionally charged series.
it’s not because of the lights, the pulsating music, or the crowded dance
floor. It’s because she can’t enjoy a night out like a normal person, not with
her debilitating anxieties. These panic attacks are going to destroy her life
unless she takes control—or gets a helping hand. So after the club’s bad-boy
owner personally escorts her home, Katherine feels something urgent and primal
awaken inside of her.
Beach nightclub. His head tells him to walk away—but his body has other ideas.
Katherine’s vulnerability, her grace and courage, compel him to reach out. And
when they kiss, Nick is overcome by desire: to pull her close, and promise that
his embrace will always be the safest place on earth.
“Do one thing that scares you every day,” I say to myself as I walk to the elevator.
I keep thinking that if I can get in that stupid elevator, I can go to my sister’s wedding. Because nothing can be worse than being in a tiny steel box held up by a cable. If it malfunctions, either I’ll plummet to my demise or I’ll be stuck inside, helpless and in the dark.
For weeks now I’ve walked over to it every day, pressed the button, and then run back to my apartment when it dings open, like it’s a monster coming to get me. I know that I’m working myself up. I know what reality is, and I understand the extremely low statistical likelihood that any of the things I envision will actually happen. I’m not completely insane. But I also can’t help the fear that bubbles up inside me and distorts my logic.
Today, however, I woke up with a new sense of bravery and determination and I’m going to take advantage of it.
I know that the cable is made of steel and it will not break.
I know that the elevator is in working order.
I know that it takes only 22.9 seconds from the time it closes on the fifth floor to the time it opens in the lobby.
Still, I’m nervous. Less so then previous days, though.
I dial Nico because even with everything that I know, I need someone with me.
“My sweet Katherine,” he says over the music in the background.
“I need you.”
I notice the change in him, even over the phone. “Wait, what? I’ll be right there.”
The fact that he is so quick to rush to my rescue is heartwarming, but I don’t need him physically here, so I clarify quickly. “No, no, no. Stay there. That’s not what I meant. I need you to stay on the line with me.”
“Okay. Hold on a second—I need quiet. I can barely hear you.” I hear the music become quieter and quieter. “All right. What’s going on?”
“If I say the safe word and tell you to call the police or firemen or whatever, just do it, no questions asked, okay?”
“What?” He sounds alarmed. “What the hell is going on, Katherine?”
“I’m getting on the elevator and I’m going to the lobby. If it gets stuck, I need you to call for help.”
“For fuck’s sake, Katherine, you scared the hell out of me.” He lets out a breath. “Okay, I’ll wait on the phone. Or do you want to wait for me to come over? I can be there in ten minutes and do this with you,” he says while I press the button.
“No. I need to do this alone. Also, what good would it do me if you’re stuck in there with me?”
“It’s not going to get stuck,” he says with a chuckle, and I can practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line.
“So how’s the club tonight?”
“I heard the ding, baby. Stop procrastinating and get inside.”
I look at the open door. The elevator car looks so ominous, and now I don’t know if I can do it.
“Get that cute little ass in the elevator.”
“Never mind—I changed my mind.”
“No. You’ve never called me for this before. You’re obviously feeling good about it. I’m proud of you for doing this.”
As the door starts to close I press the button again, and the closing doors reopen.
“So get inside. You can do this.”
“Nico, I don’t—”
“Yes, you can. Don’t finish that sentence. You’ve done more in the last few weeks than you’ve done in a long time. You can absolutely do this. I know you can. Don’t you want to be free?”
I do. Damn it, I do. I take a step and then another one. My feet feel heavy and my heart is beating a mile a minute. I can hear that he’s breathless too.
“Corazón, just roll with it. Get inside,” he says softly.
Pull Me Close is one of those rare books that left me speechless and that makes it hard to write a review that will adequately illustrate how wonderful it truly was! I have read most of Halston’s books, but this one is in my opinion is her at her very best!
I was pulled in to Katherine and Nico’s story from the very first few pages. Their first meeting was quite memorable. It proves that things aren’t always what they appear to be! Despite Nico’s perception of Katherine, I knew these two were meant to be. However, both characters are complex, and their romance won’t be an easy one. He has major trust issues because of an ex, and she has complicated issues of her own, a crippling anxiety disorder.
Halston has done her research into anxiety disorders. There are good days and bad days. There are two steps forward and then three steps back which in turn can feed into the anxiety and depression. Nico was so good to Katherine, and he was good for her. But, unless you, yourself, suffer from anxiety which can quickly build into a panic attack, you won’t understand what it truly means to live with it. Halston realistically portrayed that in Nico. He wanted to help Katherine, and he did to a certain extent, but he couldn’t really understand it. It would cause great frustration for him, and I couldn’t get mad at him for trying because he loved her. Katherine was so brave in her struggles, and she and Nico completed one another.
Thank you, Sidney Halston, for giving your readers a realistic depiction of living with anxiety and how crippling and isolating it can be. It takes hard work to live with it as Katherine so clearly illustrates. Halston also shows us through Nico how hard it can be to understand anxiety if you, yourself, don’t suffer from it. I haven’t really said much about their story, itself. I will leave that for you to discover, but the ending just left me wanting more….please don’t make us wait too long!!!!
her life with one simple rule: “Just Do It”–Nike. And that’s exactly
what she did.
After working hard as an attorney, Sidney picked up a pen for the first time at
thirty years old to begin her dream of writing. Having never written anything
other than very exciting legal briefs, she found an outlet for her imaginative,
romantic side and wrote Seeing Red. That first pen stroke sealed the deal, and
she fell in love with writing. Sidney lives in South Florida with her husband
and children. She loves her family above all else, and reading follows a close
second. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading and reading and
reading. She’s a reader first and a writer second. When she’s not writing or
reading, her life is complete and utter chaos, trying to balance family life
with work and writing (and reading). But she wouldn’t have it any other way.