"I reckon the best kind of love is simple in one way . . . Choosing each other over and over and over again."
Luke Edgewood refused to be the main character in any of the ridiculous romantic tropes that his three annoying sisters tried to impose upon his accidental encounter with a lovely, high class, slightly arrogant, flower flavored coffee drinking Grace Kelly look-alike . . . "enemies-to-lovers" . . . snort! . . . "meet-cute" . . . would you please define meet-cute? He was a flannel-wearing, black coffee, work boots, hammer swinging kind of guy . . . correction . . . man! Naturally when Luke arrives on his job site in the Skymar village of Crieff "she" was but a distant memory of a bad headache in the airport . . . until she's not.
"You!"
Of course, "God had a predictable sense of humor". There she was, a member of his renovation team . . . although to be exact, Ms. St. Claire was the main overseer of the project . . . and Luke was nothing but exact. Interestingly, she wasn't half-bad dressed in work clothes, plus the lady seemed to want a do-over on their first impressions as much as Luke did. Now, he just had to keep his sisters from finding out about this. (not happening)
As you might imagine, Ms. St. Clair is no ordinary interior design consultant and Luke is not as immune to beautiful women (with a desire to make their lives count for something)as he thought.
But all the things . . . the green shirt, a tuxedo, tree climbing, sledding, fishing, (the kissing!!! lots and lots of kissing!!!), black coffees, nosy reporters . . . add up to heart and home, restoration, renovation, and choosing each other over and over again.
Could it really be that simple? What a wonderful book! . . . . much better than any Hallmark movie that I have ever watched! *chime*
*I purchased a copy and was under no obligation to provide a positive review.
BackCover Blurb:
Sometimes love means embracing the good, the bad . . . and even the impossible.
Dear Reader,
My
name is Luke Edgewood, and there are few things in life that I require.
Mainly black coffee. And flannel. And lots of solitude. And my dogs,
Chewy and Indie. What I don’t need is romance, so I have no plans to
change my thirty-year-old bachelor status anytime soon.
But my
youngest sister thinks that by accepting a short-term construction job
in the small European country of Skymar, I’m going to follow along in
her footsteps and discover my own romantic adventure. Nope. Bah humbug.
The End. This time, her rom-com-movie senses are totally wrong.
Or
maybe not. Because I’ve met a Grace Kelly look-alike who is annoying . .
. until she isn’t. But she is impossible. As in, nothing can happen
between us because she is a literal princess. Even though that’s easy to
forget when we’re working together to restore a castle-like orphanage
in a secluded mountain town and “forced proximity” includes a small
closet, a secret one-hundred-year-old journal, and the tactile memory of
an off-limits royal in my arms.
Basically, the whole situation
has turned into an ooey gooey magical snow globe of romantic tropes
complete with cute kids and an actual ball. Now, even my sentences are
starting to sound like mush. Ugh. Send high levels of testosterone my
way—I’m going to need it.
Loyally,
Luke
-Witty, hilarious, and heartwarming contemporary romance
-A sweet, kisses-only romance
-Stand-alone novel
-Book length: approximately 107,000 words
-Includes discussion questions for book clubs
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