It’s been thirteen years since Hope Moore left Devil’s Falls, land of sexy cowboys and bad memories. Back for the weekend, she has no intention of seeing the man she never got over…or the two of them getting down and dirty. It’s just a belated goodbye, right? No harm, no foul.
Until six weeks later, when her pregnancy test comes back positive…
Daniel Rodriguez hasn’t forgiven himself for how things went down with Hope all those years ago. He knows she’s better off without him, but when she shows up on his doorstep, panicking because she’s pregnant with his baby, he can’t help seeing it as a chance to make up for the past.
Too bad Hope has no intention of going along with his plans.
Thirteen years is a very long time to be separated from the love of your life. That thirteen years is made all the harder when you know, in your bones the separation is necessary because you ruined her life. In the space of a single car ride, Daniel Rodriguez lost his best friend and his girlfriend. If only he had made a better choice that fateful night . . . .
Fast forward thirteen years.
For thirteen long years, Hope Moore has stayed away from Devil’s Falls. After the horrific car wreck that took her brother’s life, shattered her leg, and eventually robbed her of her boyfriend, Holly just couldn’t stand to be in the same town with so many ghosts and reminders of the life she could have had. If it weren’t for her current project, establishing a scholarship in her late brother’s name, Holly wouldn’t be in town now and she certainly wouldn’t have been roped into coming to a birthday party with her old friends. If luck is on her side, Daniel Rodriguez won’t be there.
The last thing Daniel Rodriguez wants to do is gather with a group of his friends to celebrate his birthday. The last thing Daniel Rodriguez expected to happen at said party was a hot and heavy hook-up with his ex-girlfriend in the backyard. What he expected even less is a very panicked and pregnant ex-girlfriend on his front porch six long weeks later. What Hope sees as a situation rife with problems and predicaments, Daniel sees as an opportunity to right the wrongs of the past. Unfortunately, Hope doesn’t want to be a wrong that needs to be righted.
In what can only be described as a whirlwind, Daniel convinces Hope to stay with him and work things out. Daniel feels he has much to atone for where Hope is concerned and that feeling wars with his desire and love for she and their baby. For so long, Daniel has lived in darkness and lived with guilt as his only companion. Hope and their baby are light and goodness that Daniel wants nothing more than to bask in. Problem is, he can’t seem to overcome his guilt and every time he opens his mouth, Daniel makes the situation worse. If he doesn’t get it together soon, Daniel is going to lose everything again and, yet again it will be his fault.
The Bottom Line: There’s overwhelmed and there’s underwhelmed so why isn’t plain old whelmed a word? Because right in the middle, or whelmed is just where I am with this read. Daniel and Holly have been minor players in the previous two books so I was already interested in their shared history. Unfortunately, I wasn’t as blown away by their story as I had hoped to be. Sure, there are some pretty spectacular moments – both good and bad – in this read but those moments are too few and far between. The story is good, the characters are good, and the sex is extra good but even the yummy sex wasn’t enough to pull me up from whelmed to woohoo!!!
He turned to find Hope standing behind him. Again. “You sure move quiet when you want to.” Especially for a woman with a bum leg. Not that he could say as much without sounding like a jackass.
“You mean since I had my knee replaced.” Of course she knew what he meant anyway. Apparently damn near reading his mind was one annoying habit she hadn’t outgrown.
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.” She leveraged herself down next to him, the move not quiet as smooth as it’d been when she was eighteen.
Daniel almost cursed. He had to stop doing that. Comparing her now to how she was then wasn’t fair to either of them. It was another lifetime completely, and thinking about it was just fucking depressing. “Hope—”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
He was so surprised by the question that he answered honestly, “Why the fuck would I bother?”
“Oh, I don’t know, because you don’t want to be a creepy old man who lives in the middle of nowhere and has to run off silly high school kids with his shotgun because they tell ghost stories about him?”
He looked at her, half sure that she was the one who’d lost her damn mind. “That’s not a thing.”
“It is most definitely a thing.” She leaned back on her hands and stared at the sky. The most move arched her back and pressed her breasts against the fancy tank top she wore. It was made of some kind of drapey fabric that looked soft and shiny, and it highlighted the fact that he seriously doubted she was wearing a bra. “You’re too young to just give up.”
“It’s not about giving up.” Though he didn’t expect Hope to understand that. He’d checked up on her a few times since the accident, and every single time he was amazed at the things she’d accomplished. Life had kicked her in the teeth and she’d come back swinging. She’d taken two years off and then attended the University of Texas and graduated with honors. She ran her own successful consulting business to work with companies that wanted to set up scholarships and nonprofits.
She shifted to look at him. “It looks like giving up from where I’m sitting.”
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. She found romance novels at age twelve and it changed her life. When not writing sexy contemporary and speculative fiction romance novels, she spends her time playing imaginary games with her wee ones, driving her husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse. Connect with Katee at: