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Review
I’ve never read any books by Mary Janice Davidson, but when I was given the chance to read this, it sounded sassy and fast paced so was looking forward to reading it.
The prologue was exactly that, however after that I found it difficult to get into. I’m not entirely sure why but it took me a while to get used to the writing style, I couldn’t quite connect with any of the characters, but I was interested where the plot was going so I persevered and I am so glad I did. About a quarter to a third of the way through, in the turn of a page, my mind completely changed. It became everything I was expecting, and from that moment on, I couldn’t have finished it faster (unless reading by some osmosis-like absorption). There was a certain fact that kept being repeated on almost every page, and while this drove me to insanity at the start, it all culminated to one moment that was one of the biggest laughs in the book.
Blake and Rake are twins, both rich and living the dream bachelor lifestyle, sleeping with many women until their mum needs help, then it’s Blake alone to the rescue (because Rake is terrible). However his mum isn’t happy with Blake and sets him to work to teach him a lesson. While it took me a while to warm to Blake, once I did, I was almost head over heels. He was much more sensitive than I imagined. The scene when he was ill was quite hilarious, obvious illness isn’t generally thought of to be funny, but if you read it I’m sure you will be laughing as well.
Natalie was a bit judgemental at first and also a bit mysterious, but while obviously it’s not really nice to judge before you know someone, she isn’t the first and won’t be the last, especially about a subject she is blatantly passionate about so I can’t hold it against her.
The rest of the cast all add to the lovely warm humour of this book, and none more so than Garrett, who was the perfect character you love to hate. His cruel yet self-entitled demeanour made me smile massive amounts, I would love to get inside that character’s mind more, if only to cheer me up on a gloomy day.
I’m so pleased that I didn’t miss out on this warm, laugh out loud book and I cannot wait to read the sequel so that we get to know more about the terrible Rake as he sounds more troublesome than Blake, who sounds quite sensible in comparison.
Published by: Piatkus
Gratefully received from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
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Extract:
Natalie Lane watched the rented truck cover the last half mile to Heartbreak and was not impressed. This would be the first of what promised to be weeks of awful days, and not for the first time she wondered why she didn’t give up, give in, and get lost. Follow half the town out of town. Let Sweetheart die.
Not even if he stuck a gun in my ear. Because it wasn’t the town, it was never the town, it was always the people. Well. Most of the people. Garrett Hobbes, for example, could fuck right off. The world needed more golf courses like a diabetic needed a glucose drip.
The truck passed the last gate and pulled up between the farmhouse and Barn Main. The engine quit and she could see him in the driver’s seat, moving his hands, and was he . . . ? Was he patting the steering wheel? In a well done, mighty steedway? Yes. Yes he was.
Self-congratulation must run in that family, she mused.Oh, and look at this. He remembered to kick out the ladder this time.Too bad. She’d have loved to see him on his ass in the dirt. Again.
“It’s you!” he said as he hopped down, having the balls-out nerve to sound excited. Except where did she get off ? Before she knew who he was, she’d have been happy to see him, too. If anything, she was more pissed because she had liked him on short acquaintance. What if he’d never seen her in her other life? When would she have found out his terrible truth? Their first date? Their first month–aversary? Their wedding night?
Wedding night? Jeez, Natalie, get a grip.
“Hello again.” He stuck out his hand, which she definitely didn’t notice was large and looked strong, especially in contrast to her own teeny paws. Nor did she notice he had big hands and, as a glance at his shoes told her, big feet, and she definitely didn’t form a theory about his dick based solely on his sizeable mitts. She also didn’t notice how his smile took years from his face, or how his pricey clothes beautifully set off those long legs and wide shoulders, that the color of his crisp button-down shirt was the same color as his dark blue eyes, that his tan slacks
(slacks? Seriously? Slacks?) fit like they were made for him
(of course they were; guy’s probably got a fleet of tailors stashed somewhere)
and that his swimmer’s shoulders made his waist appreciably narrow in contrast.
He was still holding out his hand, and she gave it a brief listless shake, the limp kind with the bare tips of her fingers. “You’re late.”
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