TIMID
Lark Cove Book 2
By Devney Perry
Release Day – SEPT 4
Willa Doon has always been shy. Her quiet demeanor was
something she’s always embraced. That is, until Jackson Page moves to town. The
one man she desperately wants to take notice struggles to remember her name.
Year after year, Willa stands by, watching as the bartender
slash playboy drowns his demons in beer and sex. Then one night, he shows up at
her door, suddenly aware that the girl he’s seen around Lark Cove is now a
beautiful woman.
Except what he doesn’t remember is that this visit isn’t his
first. They spent a night together once before. A night he’s forgotten, thanks
to a bottle of tequila.
A night that crushed a timid girl’s heart, and set a broken
man on the path to heal them both.
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Devney Perry is an amazing author. Her writing is able to
take on this life-like feel where I can feel the characters. They end up being
my friends or my enemies. Ms. Perry creates the best characters! Willa is by
far, one of my favorite people; she’s just so darn sweet and open. It was just
adorable how she was smitten with Jackson from the start. All I wanted was good
things for her. She deserved them! Jackson was a bit gruff on the outside but
on the inside he’s totally a softie. You just have to get him to open up.
Seeing Willa grow to a shy and quite girl to someone who was
stronger was an inspiring transformation. It’s an interesting mix… I might have
swooned more for Willa than I did Jackson. Jackson made me want to beat my head
against the wall a bit! The story though was so beautiful… it pulls out all the
stops with the sweetness and all those emotions pumping though. Being able to
catch up with the previous characters is a real treat! I love books like this
with the interconnected series.
I
received an ARC of this book with the hope that I would leave an Unbiased
Opinion. I was not required to leave a review, positive or otherwise, and my
opinions are just that... my opinions.
EXCERPT
I scooched my chair in toward the table, trying to put a little more space between Jackson and me, but he wasn’t having it.
He put both hands on the back of my chair, then leaned in close. “Hi, Willa.”
“Uh . . . hi.” I shivered at the heat from his chest on my bare shoulders.
Why was he standing so close? My parents were right there. Our table was one of four tall, square ones in the center of the room and there was plenty of space between tables.
Plenty. P-L-E-N-T-Y.
But was Jackson using any of that plentiful space?
No sirree. He stayed pressed against the back of my chair, like there were only three inches of usable space behind him, not three feet.
My skin prickled he was so close. I tried to nudge my chair forward again but it barely moved. Sweat beaded on my temples and I pulled in a shaking breath.
Jackson’s woodsy, rich scent was everywhere. It overpowered the stale beer, pizza and peanuts, and I inhaled a deep breath, unable to resist.
Sexy Hot Forest. That’s what they’d call his cologne.
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