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This plot line is every single thing I love in suspense romance. I love the vengeance, the secrets, the inability not fall in love with someone who is bad for you or messes with your plans. And SM Soto’s delivers a page turner I could not put down. The chemistry is explosive, the secrets of the Savages and the night in question keep me enthralled, and the romance the blossoms against all odds. Put a fork in me, I’m done. DONE. This book slated me.
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When Mackenzie Wright attends her first real high school party, held somewhere deep in the woods of her small California town, no one expects to wake up the next morning to news of a gruesome murder. Especially not her own sister’s.
Just one unsolved murder and whatever’s left of the now deserted town.
Mackenzie has spent years with her sister’s death weighing heavily on her shoulders, but it isn’t until she stumbles across a photograph that changes everything for her. The memories, everything from that night, come flashing back in high-speed technicolor and Mackenzie soon finds herself obsessed with the truth.
Determined to find out what really happened to her sister, Mackenzie relies on that one photograph to give her the answers she needs by embedding herself into the lives of five of the wealthiest men in Los Angeles. Consumed by her need for revenge, Mackenzie infiltrates the world of the rich and elite, only to come face-to-face with an alluring complication in the form an elusive playboy.
When enemy lines are drawn, Mackenzie has to choose between her loyalty to her sister and the man who has stolen her heart.
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I love Staci Hart’s writing style, and I am sucker for a classic novel retelling, which Makes Gilded Lily right up my alley. I love Austen’s Bennett family, and Staci Hart’s first rendition was spot on, make me so excited to return to this world.
Full review to come this week
They say there’s no such thing as perfect. But I’ve built my life to perfection—the perfect boyfriend, the perfect apartment, the perfect career planning celebrity weddings. My job—my only job—is to make sure every event is absolutely and completely perfect.
What’s not perfect? Kash Bennet.
And I wish I didn’t find that so appealing. I could have told you every perfectly imperfect thing about the gardener at Longbourne. Like his hair, lush and black and far too long. Or his nose, the flat bridge of a Greek god, bent a little like it’s been broken. Or his size. Beastly. Roped and corded with muscles, gleaming with sweat and peppered with dirt.
There’s no escaping him, not if I’m going to use his family’s flower shop for my events.
But nothing is what it seems. And in the span of a heartbeat, my perfect life is turned inside out.
They say the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody new. When Kash offers his services to the cause, it sounds like the perfect plan.
What’s not part of the plan? Falling in love with the gardener.
But they were right—there’s no such thing as perfect.
And I’m the fool who finds out the hard way.
Love this series. Love Meghan Quinn’s humor. Love the variation to her writing. I am so very excited for more from this world, and if you haven’t started, this is a standalone.
Full review to come this week
Want to know a secret?
It’s about that girl over there.
Don’t look, but she’s the one in the power suit—with the long, black hair and the serious expression, the one I’m about to go on a date with . . .
Yeah, according to her, she “accidentally” donated an obscene amount of money to my charity — The Lineup — to win said date but I found out the truth. Miss. Button Up Blouse has a secret, passionate crush on me.
I didn’t know her name until two days ago, despite the friends we have in common.
Was I oblivious? Probably.
Was I blind to it? Definitely.
But I’m no fool, I see it now. The High Heel Harlot wants more than just a date with Jason Orson, she wants to be able to claim the best butt in baseball as hers.
Here’s another secret . . . she has no idea I know.
A girl walks into a bar—wait, wrong story.
A girl walks into her classroom—well, technically, there is a bar in this story—where she finds a handsome prince perched atop her desk like a sweet thank you note from a parent.
But when he looked at her, he frowned and painfully shook her hand as if it killed him to do so.
Okay, so this is my story, and I may have exaggerated a teeny bit.
Truth is: I’m a five-foot-tall foreign language teacher, and Timaeus Lambros is my co-teacher—not a prince on my desk—for the rest of the semester.
His stupid-hot face gets on my nerves.
So does his well-fitting jeans.
Charming and gorgeous men like him should not be teachers. They should be locked away in a storage closet… with me.
But that’s just a teachers’ lounge fantasy with a big dreamy sigh attached.
Tim and I can never be a thing. He’s broody and closed off while I’m the new owner of a one-way ticket back to Costa Rica, thanks to budget cuts.
But my abuelita always said life wasn’t a fairytale. So even if Tim does have a magical tongue and a dreamy body, we still might not get a happily ever after.
This wasn’t supposed to be my life.
I was supposed to be someone. I had a job. I had options. I had all five senses.
Until I didn’t.
Until a genetic defect became a demon inside me, eating me from the inside out, taking everything I ever loved.
So I fought it—starved it—until I became an empty shell of the man I used to be.
I wouldn’t miss the sound of the music I used to play.
I wouldn’t miss the camaraderie I used to share with my brothers.
I wouldn’t miss Timaeus Lambros—the old me.
Until I did.
Until my therapist goaded me into proving that I had moved on from grieving my deafness.
Suddenly, I’m shoved into a classroom with a feisty Latina and a bunch of preteens.
I’m in way over my head.
And don’t even get me started on the kids.
Being a teacher was not part of my plan.
Neither was craving to hear her words and exploring her body.
Milah Iglesias was mine the moment she signed a four-letter word.
And no amount of budget cuts or international borders will rip her away from me now.