This is the second book I’ve read by Claudia Burgoa and it kept my interest till the very end. So, let’s meet Hunter Everhart, an attorney who lost his parents in the twin towers during 9/11. He copes with social anxiety and obsessive-compulsive disorder but thankfully he has the support of his three brothers. He meets Willow Beesley, a theater actress and is falling in love with her but she suffers from borderline personality disorder and abandonment issues from her parents. Thankfully, she has her younger sister, Hazel and their grandfather, Grant Beesley to support her.
There’s undeniable chemistry between the two of them, but until they both work out their respective issues they go back and forth between being lovers and being friends. They would pull away from each other but stay in touch via text messaging especially when Hunter was traveling. There’s no denying that they need each other but trusting and embracing their love for each other presents a challenge. Hunter cares deeply and is super patient but Willow needs to feel secure within herself to let him in.
Overall, this was a quick read that touches on some serious personal issues while the parties explore loving each other. The dialogue was realistic as well as the journey to resolve the demons facing Hunter and Willow. I enjoyed seeing the Everhart brothers bond together as well as the sisterly love between Willow and Hazel. The author did a good job showing the struggles and triumph of love.
Two thumbs up!
Rating: 4 stars
Some of my favorite lines:
“Love is a
hard concept for me to grasp.”
The
corners of her lips stretch. “Falling in love is an art. It takes time to get
to know someone so deeply that you can finish their sentences or know what they
are thinking without them speaking.” She wiggles her nose. “But we had that
serendipitous moment where our souls were able to have a glimpse of ‘what if.’
I think that’s what you said. No one before that day had seen me at my lowest
point. I guess you saw the real me, and the scary part is that you liked it.”
She touches the base of her neck with her left hand, swallowing. “I felt that fire in my soul. You created it.” She walks to me, extending her hand. I take it, feeling it. “We produce it every time we are around each other.” She pauses. “I. Love. You.” Her voice is firm, sweet, and honest.
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