Campbell is a former teen heartthrob and rock star. Now, he's a single father who moonlights with a small band and teaches private music lessons. One night at The Grouchy Owl, he spots a brilliant, gorgeous woman that he just can't resist. So, he doesn't. It turns into a one night stand that Campbell never wants to end. He would love nothing more than to explore an actual relationship with Mackenzie. Too bad his next music lesson is her son! Oops 😦
I cried, laughed, was angered, and disgusted--disgusted by the actions of the characters. Ok, two characters in particular. I do think that I would have had a better understanding of the characters had I read the previous four books--which are now in my Amazon list. Some of the content was a bit difficult to read--the details from Clara's abusive marriage and the things her husband did to her. But these horrific events shaped Clara into the strong and independent woman that she is. I did have to walk away from the book a few times when some of those scenes were particularly graphic or when children are involved. It was gratifying to see how much Clara changed and became a stronger woman. In the end, she stood up for herself and the children. Something that not every abuse victim is able to do. Clara is a woman trapped. For years she was trapped in an abusive marriage to Colin with her two little boys. She did everything to protect her angelic boys from their father. She made sure that she took all of Colin's anger. Finally, she was able to leave and live into a battered women's shelter. The shelter saved her life. Saved her boys.
Book 7--For the Love of a Good Woman Series. The final installment in this series completely wrecked me. It took me awhile to come to grips with the ending. I'm not going to give any spoilers, but it doesn't have a happily ever after ending that most romance novels have. Ryan has been craving what …
I’m not checking him out. I am solely focused on answering the next trivia question. The game emcee spouts it out for the four teams vying for the prize at The Grouchy Owl bar. The prize being bragging rights. The hostess clears her throat, brings the mic to her mouth, and asks the question: “Which Las Vegas hotel did the bachelor party stay at—” I’m perched forward in the chair whispering the answer to my teammate—Caesars, Caesars, Caesars—so we can write it on the answer slip before the hostess even finishes. “—in the 2009 moving The Hangover?” “So easy,” I say to Roxy as she smacks my palm and mouths ringerwhile filling in the answer. I’m not a ringer.