Book Description:
New York Times bestselling author Rachel Gibson returns with this dazzling love story filled with sizzle, sass, and just a bit of southern charm...
"Hello, Ms. Vivian . . . it's been a long time."
And with those words, Vivian Leigh Rochet nearly melted. It's been years since she last saw Harrison Whitley-Shuler. She was a teenager scrubbing houses for a living. He was the gorgeous son of rich parents, not fit for the likes of her.
Vivian had vowed to get out of Charleston, become a big Hollywood star, and stick it to the snooty girls who made her cry.
She got what she wanted—and more—but why does her glamorous life seem so trivial?
Harrison got out too . . . making it all the way to Wall Street, until a heart attack forced him to trade in his cufflinks for a good set of hand tools.
Making furniture soothes his soul, but escaping the Whitley-Shuler heritage is nearly impossible. And now he's come face-to-face with the one who got away. He's not looking for love. He's not even looking for sex . . . so why is resisting her the hardest thing he's ever done?
My Thoughts:
This was a cute romance that was a bit twisted. Vivian's homecoming wasn't the glitz and glamour she had always dreamed it would be. Her view on people and things may have been skewed from her childhood experiences but the ones about Nonnie were fairly spot on. I wasn't sure where the author was going to take the story line but it was original. Spence was a pretty cool character and I enjoyed little glimpses into his thoughts.
Henry was a messed up character. His mother, completely mental, did a number on him. I was hoping for more from him but he did have some big issues to overcome. Vivian was a bit of a spoiled twit but she has a good heart and is still (most of the time) grounded in reality. I did wonder what ever happened between her assistant and the boyfriend. Overall it was a pretty good romance.
I rate it a 3/5. I hope the author comes back and does a story for Spence!
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