Fed up with the trappings of fame, he traded his world of Hollywood for a quiet life on Newman Lake. He was perfectly happy living as an island. Until he met her.
Returning home with nothing but a failed music career, all Maggie Sharp wants is to rebuild her life. A life that doesn’t involve the surly, arrogant stranger now living across the lake.
Still, there’s something about Will…Something familiar. Something Maggie can’t quite put her finger on…
She only wanted the spotlight. He gave up his life to escape it. The real question is if they can remain discreet.
Romance | New Adult | Contemporary
***Received an Advanced Readers Copy during a blog tour with Give Me Books Promotions in exchange for an honest review***
I told myself I wouldn’t do it… I said Suey, you will read something other than romance porn and damnit… here we are again! Reading romance porn. And not just any romance – emotional feeling kinds! I am a glutton for punishment obviously. But when a synopsis like that comes across my email, how can I NOT stop and read it?
Though I normally would have gushed by saying I would have loved to have gotten Will’s perspective, this is one contemporary romance where I was pleased with getting only the one-sided, female view. Maggie was a gem of gems, and to be quite frank with you, as a reader, you get a very amazing feel of Will from Maggie’s point of view. Will was delicious. He was was confident, fierce, and radiated a level of charismatic aura that kept me glued to every moment of him. He is honestly the most dashing of book boyfriends. Not only was he someone who kept to himself, he was boarding, strong, yet caring and compassionate, he was a decent blend of alpha-yummy but with a mysterious side.
Speaking of Maggie though, I loved her. She was honestly someone I could really relate to on several scales. Yeah, no I am definitely not a failed singer, but her internal struggles really hit close to home; Maggie has so much depth I was drowning in it. At many points, as a reader, she comes across quite feeble, but as you get to understand her personality she is struggling with becoming herself again, she has lived an extremely rough past, losing herself, not just her career and it really took a toll on her.
Really, I could not gush enough about Maggie. But alas, if I did that than this review would be too damn long… we cannot allow that.
But that chemistry – oh my lanta comrades. Maggie and Will hit it off pretty quickly, which normally might irk me but in this case I think it played out really well for their personalities and the overall dynamic of the plot. Every encounter between them was intense to say the least, they had such an amazing, hilariously fun romance. I really liked who Maggie was with Will, really I am not a huge personal on a fictional female become dependant on a male lead, but honestly I liked who Maggie became around Will. It was like he allowed her to become herself again. To me, when a man allows a woman to be a dork, to laugh with you and not at you, that my friends is a beautiful thing.
Overall, it was great. There were the best swoonage moments, honestly this was one of those reads where it put butterflies in the bottom of my belly and tears in my eyes the more and more I read. The character dynamics was absolutely breathtaking. I loved the development and where everything was leading with Will and Maggie. Their chemistry was melt worthy. I cannot wait to see what comes next – I am at the edge of my seat here screaming for more!
99c for a limited time
Free in Kindle Unlimited
“I don’t like feeling like this,” Will said.
I sucked a breath through my teeth. “Feeling like what?”
“Like this.” He took a step toward me, and I fought not to step backward. Will had a quiet authority about him, and in the shadows of the moon, his shoulders seemed to broaden, his legs seemed to lengthen. He seemed larger than life.
When he had me backed up against the porch railing, he raised a hand, floating his fingers around my jaw, over my cheeks, but never actually touching me. I arched toward his hand. I couldn’t help it. But he hovered, never making contact.
“You make me feel…” Will started. “Out of control.”
I couldn’t move. “Oh?”
“Like I actually have to care about what someone else thinks. Like I’m not alone anymore.” He paused. His eyes opened wide, following the path of his fingers as they took hold of a strand of hair in my ponytail and twirled. “And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don’t want to be.”
He tugged lightly on the strand, and I felt the slight pinch like an arrow through my body, shooting down my arms and legs, and coming to throb in that place no man had been for so, so long. I bit my lip. Will’s eyes dilated.
“Tell the truth, Lil. What do you want?”
You. The word echoed distantly, like a bell tolling from miles away. I didn’t understand it. I was broken. A mess. What should I want with this man? We had a connection, sure, but overall, he was nothing but trouble. He was grouchy. A loner. Clearly had serious social and emotional control issues. And yet. There was no denying that something was here. Since we met, it certainly felt at times as if the universe itself was tilting on its axis, trying to knock me into him. Breakdown after breakdown. Meeting after meeting. And now…
I tipped my chin up so I could look directly at him, drawn like one of the moths circling the porch light. Winging through the dark, ready to dive into his golden inferno.
“I don’t want Lucas,” I said quietly, drifting my gaze up and down his naked torso. A sheen of sweat glimmered in the moonlight, which also made the shadows of his muscles—the square pectorals, the solid rack of abs, the lickable V that dipped beneath his shorts—that much more evident.
Will followed my gaze, and his hand dropped. He stepped between my legs, and his unique scents engulfed me. Working all afternoon only made them that much stronger—the scent of pine trees, lake water, and man swallowed me with a heady rush that made me shake slightly. And it was then, only then, that he finally touched me. My waist was encircled by his wide palms, so broad that his fingers nearly touched on either side. It was relatively innocent, but the intent was clear. Just like last night, he held me still; I couldn’t move unless he wanted me to. For that moment, I was his.
When I looked back up, his eyes were fixed on my lips.
Unconsciously, I licked the lower one. His pupils dilated even more.
“Lil,” he whispered as he leaned a little closer.
“What are you waiting for?” I murmured. Now I was the one staring at his mouth—so soft and full under his newly trimmed beard.
I panted. Will swore.
“Fuck it,” he growled. “I don’t fucking know.”
Sometimes you don’t know you wanted something until you have it. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until it’s there. His mouth found mine in a fury, one that surprised me for about a half second before. The hands at my waist gripped so tightly, I almost couldn’t breathe, and I felt like I was strangled—not for lack of oxygen, but for lack of him. Will’s lips made me feel like I was breathing for the first time; like I’d been under water my entire life, and he was the air I’d never known I needed.
Nicole French is an East Coast/West Coast hybrid creature, Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and total bookworm. When not writing fiction or teaching writing classes, she is hanging out with her family, playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these things as much as she should.