In no particular order, I would like to share with you a list of my FAVORITE things to come out of Canada:
- Scott Pilgrim
- Ellen Page
- Michael J. Fox
- Jim Carrey
- Peanut Butter (Probably one of the most important food innovations of all time. First patented by Canadian Marcellus Gilmore Edson in 1884.)
- Ryan Gosling
- Elisabeth Grace! (Although, this cliffhanger puts her on thin ice!)
- The word, "Eh?"
Now that I have warned Elisabeth with my list, LOL, I will get back to why you are here. THE BOOK.
***I received a copy in exchange for an honest review***
Elisabeth introduces some Portuguese to you while bringing you back into the wonderful world of Max Richfield and Chloe Griffins.
"Saudade (Portuguese) (n) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost
After Chloe finds what was left for her on the counter she storms to Max's hotel to confront him and end things, per her bosses direction. Life (and LOVE) isn't always as easy as planned. An explosion of emotion and explanations leads them to participating in what some might call "an illicit affair." Hot, right? In a small town like this, is can be excruciating to accomplish.
During a weekend getaway out of town, both Max and Chloe are able to let their guards down and act like a couple. Max sees a side of Chloe that he can't help but smile at, and he sees a whole different side to her love for architecture. One of my favorite encounters between the two was when he asked to tell him something he didn't know.
I smiled and lifted an eyebrow. "You're going to have to fill me in on what exactly a word nerd is, I'm afraid." I had no idea what she was talking about, but I was sure whatever it was would be adorable as hell.
"I have this habit of wanting to learn really strange English words, or learn words in other languages that don't have a literal translation to English."
Later she gets to asking him, and while she can obviously see he is hiding something deeper, he shares with her too.
"Okay. I secretly loved The Notebook," I deadpanned.
"Really?" She laughed. "Movie or the book?"
I gave her my best are-you-serious face? "I'm not completely giving up my man card, Chloe. The movie. I wouldn't read the book."
There weekend getaway gave me hope in a situation where there doesn't seem to be any. There are glimmers of true feelings in this 'summer fling' and that warms and breaks my heart at the same time. How can this work? And then Max goes and does the GRAND GESTURE thing that gets me in every love story, and I am LOST! There is no turning back, Max has my heart.
Wait? Did you think I was going to share it with you? Nope! Sorry! I may spoil hints of the story with my love of quotes, but not giving that one away! You will have to ONE-CLICK the book on September 1st to find out that one. And when you finish this book, I would LOVE to know your thoughts on Elisabeth's incredible ability to suck the air of out my lungs with her no warning cliffhangers. I know. I know. Third installment in a 3 part serial. I should know this, but really? And if you know Elisabeth, as she read that last line she is laughing evilly at the pain she has caused my heart and soul.
"Jaaneman... It means 'the soul of me.' The Persian word for sweetheart or darling."
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I have a soft spot for romance novels with happily ever afters and a hot spot for alpha males! I currently live outside Toronto, Canada with my hubby and two small children. Life is busy, but never to busy for a good story and to share my love of reading and writing with others. (Her Goodreads Blurb)
Wait? Did you think I was going to share it with you? Nope! Sorry! I may spoil hints of the story with my love of quotes, but not giving that one away! You will have to ONE-CLICK the book on September 1st to find out that one. And when you finish this book, I would LOVE to know your thoughts on Elisabeth's incredible ability to suck the air of out my lungs with her no warning cliffhangers. I know. I know. Third installment in a 3 part serial. I should know this, but really? And if you know Elisabeth, as she read that last line she is laughing evilly at the pain she has caused my heart and soul.
"Jaaneman... It means 'the soul of me.' The Persian word for sweetheart or darling."
SHOW ELISABETH SOME LOVE
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