Saturday, February 25, 2017


Jack Valentini isn’t my type.  Sexy, brooding cowboys are fine in the movies, but in real life, I prefer a suit and tie. Proper manners. A close shave.  Jack might be gorgeous, but he’s also scruffy, rugged, and rude. He wants nothing to do with a “rich city girl” like me, and he isn’t afraid to say so.  But I’ve got a PR job to do for his family’s farm, so he’s stuck with me and I’m stuck with him. His glares. His moods. His tight jeans. His muscles.  His huge, hard muscles. Pretty soon there’s a whole different kind of tension between us, the kind that has me misbehaving in barns, trees, and pickup trucks. I’ve never done anything so out of character—but it feels too good to stop. And the more I learn about the grieving ex-Army sergeant, the better I understand him. Losing his wife left him broken and bitter and blaming himself. He doesn’t think he deserves a second chance at happiness.  But he’s wrong. I don’t need to be his first love. If only he’d let me be his last.

My thoughts after reading...

I was actually (book) "hungover" before I came across this one—like really, really bad hungover...whatever books I read after that particular book just couldn't measure up... so one can only imagine how many books I've read but just stop midway and leave because—hello? Book-hungover... But after about a week, this book was released and I thought, why not? I was so desperate to get out of my funk... And then bam! I was hooked! Yes—hook, line and sinker!lol
 Actually this was the second time that I've read this book, and in my humble opinion I feel like this is one of those stories you don't get tired of reading over and over again... I've read a couple of Ms. Harlow's works but I feel like this one takes the cake. The pacing was great. The characters are awesome—equal parts of frustrating, funny, lovable but not cheesy.  
It's been awhile since I've read something so relatable... I could probably relate to about 65-70% of the story—the political background, the pressure to maintain decorum, the asshat ex, the soul-searching phase, the small town boy I fell unexpectedly in love with...   
 Even though I've read this book a couple of times...that part where Margot was trying to move on and those phone calls from Jack, still got to me like it did the first time... I mean you'd think you're already prepared for it but nnnnooo... It still made me cry... felt like it was my own heartbreak. And even now as I'm writing, tears still escape my eyes...well... with Rascal Flatts singing Bless The Broken Road in the background probably only made matters worst but the point is, it's a beautiful love story. It teaches you about following your heart, being brave on your own and taking risks... I would've wanted a longer epilogue...but (sigh)... Anyway... 
Like I said before, this will be one of those books where I'll keep on re-reading—definitely one of my favorite books since I started my blog.

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