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ABOUT THE BOOK.
A sexy and soul-stirring novel about love, family, and rediscovering what matters most by Melissa Foster, the New York Times bestselling author of Maybe We Will.
When workaholic Boston attorney Deirdra de MessiĆ©res is passed over for a well-deserved promotion, she takes a two-month hiatus to show her boss just how much he needs her and heads home to Silver Island. But beyond seeing her sisters happy, home is not where Deirdraās heart is. She has no interest in their family restaurant, the Bistro, or reliving hurtful childhood memories, and absolutely no interest in spending a single second with Josiah āJaggerā Jones, the Bistroās too-laid-back musician and chef. Sure, the hippie is hot, but he drives her nuts. The guy lives in a van with his dog, and he canāt even commit to a solid work schedule. To make matters worse, heās always around. She needs to get off the island, stat.
Jagger has overcome his own personal trials to place stock in lifeās pleasures: family, friends, peaceā¦and if he has his way, one positively beautiful, absolutely uptight attorney. Jagger knows heās the perfect person to help Deirdra deal with her hurtful past and find her way back to being happy.
A chance encounter leads to deep conversation, and night after liberating night, Deirdra lets down her guard. But neither has plans to stay on Silver Island. Free-spirited Jagger has wanderlust, and Deirdra has a career to return to. Theyāre on different paths, and plans for a future together donāt stand a chance. But when has anything gone according to plan?
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MY REVIEW.
4.5 Stars from Renee!
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4.5 Stars from Renee!
I was pulled right into this story. The story has laughs, secrets, pain, and heartbreak.
If you have not read the below I would recommend reading those books(s) first:
Maybe We Will (Silver Harbor #1)
Maybe We Should (Silver Harbor #2)
This is Deirdra and Jaggerās story. These two are opposites. Sheās a workaholic and he is super laid back just living life with him and his dog. She went back home after being passed over with a promotion. She figures if she takes two months away her boss will realize all the work she does. She enjoys her time with her sisters but does not want to bring up the hurtful past she had at home. Jagger seems to always be around. He grew up with his own issues and knows what he wants and is not afraid to go after it. He just knows if Deirdra were to deal with her past and move forward she would have a better life and see she is just working herself to death. But what happens if she slows down and gives into him? They have different goals will they be able to have a future together or was it all just a fling?
I highly recommend this book.
READ AN EXCERPT.
Deirdra de MessiĆ©res lay in her childhood bedroom on Silver Island thinking about her upended life. Sheād worked her ass off for the last several years as a corporate attorney for a tech firm in Boston, and after her promotion to assistant general counsel last year, sheād thought she was on the fast track to becoming general counsel when the slot opened upāuntil the GC had a heart attack and her slave-driver boss, Malcolm, had hired a referral from outside the company through his good-old-boy network.
The bastard.
Heād sprung that little nugget on her three days ago, after which Deirdra had announced her two-month hiatus, effective immediately. Everyone had been shocked, including Deirdra. Sheād never taken time off and had made herself available in the evenings and on weekends since sheād first started with the company. Sheād had to. It was a dog-eat-dog industry, and with six other attorneys on boardāfour of whom were menāsheād wanted to stand out. Yes, she was well aware that she was putting the company sheād given her all to in a pickle, especially since the new general counsel couldnāt start for another two months. But that was the point. Let them suffer without her impeccable mind handling everything under the sun. She was confident in her game plan and certain Malcolm would quickly see the error of his ways.
Well, pretty confident, anyway. Ninety percent sure.
Okay, seventy-five percent.
The truth was, sheād thought he wouldnāt let her walk out the door after her announcement. But her stern sixty-year-old boss had simply wished her a relaxing time and said she needed it. Sheād already received dozens of calls and emails from colleagues who were shocked that sheād taken so much time off, but she struggled with disappointment over the ones that hadnāt come from her boss.
She still couldnāt believe Malcolm had said she freaking needed the break. As if sheād ever produced subpar work? That was a laugh. Heād had nothing but accolades for her jobs well done, and last yearās promotion had been proof of that.
Her frustration simmered to the boiling point. Ugh. She needed to stop overthinking the situation. Fat chance of that happening for a self-professed control freak. Deirdra not overthinking would be as weird as her younger sister, Abby, not seeing the bright side of things or their older half sister, Cait, trusting everyone at face value. Deirdra had a better chance of trying to transform into a bird and fly away.
If only . . .
She and her sisters were quite the trio, and theyād had a whirlwind few months. She and Abby had only discovered Cait existed in the spring, when theyād come back to the island to go over their motherās will with one of their motherās best friends, Shelley Steele. While Abby had embraced and trusted Cait unconditionally from the moment sheād met her, Deirdra had been cautious, given that their family house, restaurant, and meager inheritances were on the line. It had taken Cait some time to open up and trust them as well. But theyād gotten through those trials and tribulations and had become close. Cait was a wonderful addition to their family, and like Abby, sheād found solace and love on Silver Island.
Deirdra would not be following suit.
Beyond seeing her sisters happy, Deirdra had no interest in their family restaurant, the Bistro, or in the island on which sheād spent too many years trying to hold together the pieces of her alcoholic motherās disheveled life, helping to run the Bistro and keep a roof over their heads. Deirdra had fled immediately after high school to attend Boyer University in Upstate New York with her bestie, Sutton Steele, and had finally started living her own life. But self-preservation had consequences, and Abby had been stuck caring for their mother in Deirdraās absence. That sucked, but what choice had Deirdra had at the time? Stay on the rinky-dink island running a restaurant she resented and putting her drunk mother to bed while her dreams went to pot? Besides, Abby had encouraged her to go, and Deirdra had clung to that support like a lifeboat in her sea of guilt as sheād set out to prove herself to Abby and maybe even to stick it to her mother and show that she couldnāt hold her back.
Deirdra stared at the ceiling, discomfort simmering inside her. Sheād thought her resentment toward the island and all that it represented might ease now that her mother was gone, but painful reminders lingered like ghosts in the wind, and the house and her bedroom were filled with them. Abby and Aiden had done a great job of sprucing it up. It was absolutely gorgeous. To anyone else it would seem warm and inviting, but there wasnāt enough paint on the planet to obliterate Deirdraās painful memories. How many nights had she snuck out the window just to sit on the hill and look out at the water to keep from drowning in her motherās wake?
Maybe she shouldnāt have come back, but she couldnāt do that to Cait. The start of her impromptu hiatus had lined up with the day Cait and all their friends were fixing up her new tattoo shop. Deirdra wasnāt big on manual labor, but she loved her sisters, and sheād needed to get out of Boston. She was glad sheād come, even if being on the island was uncomfortable. Sheād gotten to witness Caitās boyfriend, Deirdraās childhood friend Brant Remington, get down on one knee in front of all their friends and propose. Deirdra couldnāt be happier for them, but come hell or high water, she was getting off this island tomorrow and going on a well-deserved vacation, the destination of which was yet to be determined.
The sound of the front door jarred her from her thoughts, and Abbyās giggles floated upstairs. She and her fiancĆ©, Aiden Aldridge, couldnāt keep their hands off each other. Deirdra glanced at her phone. It was almost one oāclock in the morning. In the spring, Abby had moved back home from New York, where sheād worked sixty-plus hours a week as a chef. Sheād met and fallen head over heels for Aiden in a whirlwind love affair. Together theyād revived the Bistro, and they were getting married in November.
Deirdra tried to focus on the distant sounds of Silver Harbor sneaking in through the open window instead of the cacophony of laughter, low conversations, and prolonged silences, followed by loud lustful sounds coming from downstairs. If only she were back in Boston. She preferred her noisy neighborās stereo blasting classic rock and oldies at all hours over this. At least that she could dance to.
Needless to say, she was a little jealous of her sistersā love lives. Not that sheād had time for a man, or anything else besides work, these last few years. More noises floated upstairs. She closed her eyes, willing them not to have sex in the living room or, worse, in the kitchen. She had to eat at that table. Oh God, thatās probably what Aiden is doing. She squeezed her eyes shut. Deletedeletedelete!
What was she thinking, staying in her old bedroom? She should have stayed in the apartment over the garage. Why hadnāt she thought of that from the get-go?
A loud thud rattled the walls, followed by more laughter.
Deirdra flew out of bed. She was not going to listen to a play-by-play of Abby and Aiden having sex. She put on her silk kimono and headed downstairs, praying she wouldnāt catch them in a compromising position. She stopped on the bottom step, eyeing the trail of clothing that led past the steps and down the hall to their bedroom. Thank God. Hurrying into the kitchen, she snagged the key to the apartment off the hook by the side door and quietly slipped outside. She crossed her arms against the brisk September air as she climbed the steps to the apartment above the garage.
A streak of moonlight lit a path down the hallway to the bedroom. She took off her kimono and slipped under the warm covers, closing her eyes as she sank into the mattress. Something moved beside her, and her eyes flew open just as that something licked her face. She screamed and jumped out of the bed, flailing for the light switch. A bark rang out, and a cold nose hit her crotch. She swatted at it as she flicked on the lights, illuminating an amused Josiah āJaggerā Jones pushing languidly from the bed as his dalmatian, Dolly, nosed Deirdraās privates. The twentysomething hippie worked at the Bistro as a part-time musician and part-time chef.
āWhat are you doing here?ā She twisted away from Dolly, her eyes catching on Jaggerās naked body. Holy mother of hotness. Broad shoulders and a few wordy tattoos on his ribs vied for her attention, but her eyes locked on the dusting of dark chest hair trailing down lickable abs, and her thoughts skidded to a halt at the impressive cock dangling between his legs. She couldnāt look away. Her loneliest parts clenched with desire, while her boggled mind tried to make sense of the perfect manscaping, which didnāt fit the image she held of the hemp-clothing- and sandal-wearing, too-damn-laid-back guy for whom she had no patience. Not that sheād ever imagined him naked. Well, not too often anyway. He may not be her typeāgive her a man in a suit any dayābut she couldnāt deny that Jagger was hot, and he had a great voice, the kind that fantasies were made of. His hair wasnāt bad, either: dark, thick, and wavy. The kind of hair sheād love to hold on to while his face was between her legs.
Dolly licked her, snapping her back to the moment.
Holy crap. She was losing it. She was thirty years old, and he couldnāt be more than twenty-four or -five. She needed to get off the island and scratch that particular itch with a man who was more her speed . . . age . . . Holy cow, his body . . .
Dolly licked her again, jerking her mind back into submission.
āDolly!ā She turned away, glowering at Jagger, who was watching her with a big-ass grin.
āLike what you see?ā he said far too casually. He lazily raked a hand through his hair, his leather and beaded bracelets slipping down his wrist.
MEET MELISSA FOSTER.
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MELISSA FOSTER is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling and award-winning author. She writes sexy and heartwarming contemporary romance, new adult romance and women's fiction with emotionally compelling characters that stay with you long after you turn the last page. Readers adore Melissa's fun, flirty, and sinfully sexy, award-winning big family romance collection, LOVE IN BLOOM featuring the Snow Sisters, Bradens, Remingtons, Ryders, Seaside Summer, Harborside Nights, and the Wild Boys After Dark. Melissa's emotional journeys are lovingly erotic and always family oriented.
Melissa also writes sweet and clean romance under the pen name Addison Cole.
Melissa has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Her interests include her family, reading, writing, painting, friends, helping others see the positive side of life, and visiting Cape Cod.
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