I loved the characters, the location, the cameos of characters from previous books and how this romance didn’t follow the cliched pattern of most romance book timelines.
Typically – Girl meets boy, get to know one another either from flirting, fighting or accidentally running into each other a thousand times then angst/misunderstanding, forgiveness and eventually an HEA.
This story starts differently right out of the gate and twists and turns throughout.
This unpredictability is one of the things I loved about the book, but it also makes it difficult to review without giving spoilers.
Kaine moved to the mountains in Lark Cove to get away from his past. He internalizes the pain and memories of his previous life that drove him there.
Piper wants a fresh start and away from NYC and an ex-husband. She falls in love with the location and is intrigued by her grouchy neighbor with the sad eyes. That’s all I’m going to reveal about them.
Go into this story blind and just know that no matter where Devney takes you on her creative story journey, she never lets go of your hand. The ingredients of this book are angst, anger, betrayal, lies, loss, tenderness, sassiness, strong sexual chemistry and revelations all mixed up to unfold at just the right time to tell the story without following the usual pattern.
I love that I found Devney right after the release of her 1st book, The Coppersmith Farmhouse.
I shouted her praises from my virtual rooftop and told anyone who would listen to read her book. I’ve never been sorry for recommending her. She has proven to me, book after amazing book that she not only has the gift of unique storytelling but has the ability to create worlds like Jameson Valley and Lark Cove that suck you in and you become a part of, as well.
Sometimes debut authors write all of their best material that they ’ve jotted down in a notebook throughout their life and stuff it all in the 1st book. This causes the 2nd, 3rd, etc. book’s contents to be slightly diluted and lose some of the original creativity.
THIS IS NOT IN THE CASE OF DEVNEY’S BOOKS. She’s like a creative unpredictable snowball that while rolling down the Montana mountain gets larger and larger and more beautiful with each book.
I hope that paints the picture I’m trying to convey. I promise I’m sipping tea right now and not whiskey. Review by Lisa Ward