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8 pages, Audible Audio
First published November 6, 2018
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**Unpopular Opinion**
Look, I highlighted the crap out of this book because it was just too improbable and the plot sort of ran itself ragged, lacking a cohesive arc.
Not helping were our protagonists, Reed and Charlotte, whom I felt were recycled and also an amalgam of this duo's other book characters - namely, ,, and .
If you’ve read the blurb then you know Charlotte was recently cheated on by her fiancé, which precipitated losing her job and home. The thing is, Charlotte is a ditz who seemingly has no clue how to navigate life without a man. And, as with most of Keeland and Ward’s heroines, she’s without friends (which I find preposterous). Anyway, moving on.
By a stroke of luck, Charlotte finds a love note that, as it turns out, leads her to Reed.
By another stroke of luck, she’s immediately hired by Reed’s grandmother because, of course, Reed was mean to her and while she was hiding in the bathroom, crying her eyes out, serendipity happens.
Imagine for a second all the ducks that needed to be in that one row, managing to somehow create a circuitous meeting for these two. Seriously, can we say plot manipulation?
Never mind.
Reed, of course, has a big secret (not the ex, thank small mercies) that only he must know....leading to a situation where Charlotte all but chased him around like the coyote and the road-runner. Mad props to Char for tenacity, but mehn, that woman needed a dose of self-love.
Eventually, and only when it seems Char might prefer another bloke, Reed roused from his pity party enough to pursue her right all the way to France.
And....well, you can read my notes because I'm suddenly just tired and disillusioned. I had such high hopes for this book, I mean, just look at that cover. Le sigh.
Such an asshole. A gorgeous, arrogant asshole who looked just as good going as he did coming.
Her comment caused me to belt out in laughter. “We almost died? Isn’t that a little bit of an exaggeration? It was a chain-reaction fender bender at best. What would we call our demise . . . like . . . Death by Squirrel?�
I’d joked about Charlotte Darling and her pixie dust. There was always something magical about her, the way she’d just appeared in my life and turned it upside down.
There was no middle ground with Charlotte. Either I was all in or all out.
Love wasn’t about a beautiful dress, a note, or even poignant words. It was about being with someone through thick and thin, about seeing them through not only the best moments of life but also the worst.
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