She’s a woman full of dreams
When a stranger arrives in town on a vintage motorcycle, Jill Carpenter has no idea her life is about to change forever. She never expected her own personal knight in shining armor would be an incredibly charming and handsome southern man-but one with a deep secret.
He’s a man hoping to outrun a tragedy
When Chase Preston jumped on his motorcycle to escape his wounded life, he didn’t expect the perfect woman to fall into his arms... literally! But though he can’t deny his feelings for the sweet and beautiful Jill, he doesn’t see any way he and his mistake-filled past will fit into her bright future.
Falling in love may require more than either can give
The longer Chase stays in Kennison Falls, the more deeply Jill and the people of her home town pull him in. The more Jill discovers heroic qualities in Chase, the more she wants to find a home in his arms-if only he would trust her with the truth. But will truth tear them apart when Jill’s dreams start coming true and Chase’s past finally returns to haunt him? Or, can they get beyond dreams to find the love that will rescue their two hearts?
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"Most people don't have the guts to be idealistic. It's scary."Rescued by a Stranger is a good read for your spare time. It's a sweet, cliché story about falling in love with the person you least expect and falling in love way too fast. The characters were absolutely lovely and the story too.
So, this book was actually pretty good. Though, not as good as I expected it to be. It was sweet and loving. Like a true romance story. But it was too fast-paced at times and too overused. It was cool at first but then it became too predictable.
Jill was initially a great character. I loved her passion. I loved her inner and outer beauty. I loved how caring and thoughtful she was. I loved how independent she was. I loved her. She was a really cool character.
"Following your own dream does not constitute of flipping him the bird, Jill. Everyone gets help in life. That doesn't mean we're beholden to those who give it."She's cool but then when she got mad at Chase for the "secret" he kept? That was really stupid honestly. I mean, I would understand more if she got mad at him for the second secret but the first one, I don't even think it actually is a secret.
AND THEN THERE'S CHASE. Oh God, usually I really dislike guys with the southern twang. But somehow with Chase Preston (whose name totally screams sex), I LOVED HIS DRAWL. Man, that man is sexy. AND HE'S SO DAMN SUPPORTIVE.
"I've been watching you, Jill Carpenter. You're no dumb chick. You can figure it out all on your own."He is just the sweetest guy EVER.
OH AND I LOVED MCCORMICK. That tough old man. God, he's actually funny and cool so I really liked him ;)
Minor Faults:
- Jill in the end with how irrational she was being
- Story too boring most of the time that I got tired of reading it
MY RATING:
3 APPLES!!!!!
“Are you going to have something?”
“I’m not a tea man, but I’ll heat some water for the cocoa if you like.”
“Perfect.”
He eased from the couch, and Jill closed her eyes. Angel shifted and Jill stroked her head rhythmically. Nothing hurt. Nothing pressed on her body or her mind. Chase didn’t ask her what she’d done today, what she was doing tomorrow or next week or next fall. He shuffled pots in the kitchen and it sounded safe and comfortable .
She opened her eyes to a dim room. Warmth from a thick quilt cocooned her. Gentle snoring from the end of the sofa filled the room, and she lifted her head to see Angel curled like a little husky at her feet. Chase was nowhere to be seen. Struggling to her seat, she winced slightly at the stiffness in her shoulder and squinted at a mug on the coffee table in the middle of the floor. That’s when she heard it again. The voice that had awoken her.
“No.” Chase spoke softly, urgently, a note of despair in his voice. “She can’t be gone. You’re the…Brody…have to save her.” His voice trailed off into unintelligible syllables.
Jill stood, curious but confused. Who was he talking to? Someone in his sleep? What time was it? She pressed the glow button on her watch and read 2:15 a.m.
“This isn’t our place anymore.” Chase mumbled again. “Didn’t want. My fault. Brody…failed.”
He was curled into a loose ball on his side, fully clothed, on top of the bed quilt. Nothing moved, he didn’t thrash like a victim of nightmares supposedly did, and the only indication he was dreaming was a slight tic around his closed eyes. A deep frown.
Carefully she touched his shoulder. “Chase?”
“Huh?” Like a trap snapping shut, his hand shot out and clamped around her wrist. She screeched. “What the —” he began, and bolted upright. “Jill? What’s wrong?”
“Oh, lord, I was about to ask you the same thing. You scared the crap out of me.” She looked down at her wrist and he followed her eyes. When he realized how tightly he held her, his fingers sprang open.
“Sorry! Sorry.” He released a huge sigh and raked his hand through his hair. “You can’t sneak up on a guy from the hood.”
“The hood?”
“Memphis. Where I lived, it wasn’t cool to startle someone.”
“I’m really sorry too. You were —mumbling in your sleep. I was making sure you’re okay.”
He rubbed his eyes. “Was I saying anything interesting?”
“You were trying to save someone.”
He went still. She stroked the side of his arm. “Is everything okay?”
About The Author:
Lizbeth Selvig lives in Minnesota with her best friend (aka her husband) and a hyperactive border collie. After working as a newspaper journalist and magazine editor, and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician son, Lizbeth entered Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® contest in 2010 and won the Single Title Contemporary category. That book, The Rancher and the Rock Star, became her debut novel with Avon Impulse. In her spare time, she loves to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and play with her four-legged grandchildren, of which there are nearly twenty, including a wallaby, an alpaca, a donkey, a pig, two sugar gliders, and many dogs, cats and horses. She loves connecting with readers!
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Lizbeth Selvig lives in Minnesota with her best friend (aka her husband) and a hyperactive border collie. After working as a newspaper journalist and magazine editor, and raising an equine veterinarian daughter and a talented musician son, Lizbeth entered Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart® contest in 2010 and won the Single Title Contemporary category. That book, The Rancher and the Rock Star, became her debut novel with Avon Impulse. In her spare time, she loves to hike, quilt, read, horseback ride, and play with her four-legged grandchildren, of which there are nearly twenty, including a wallaby, an alpaca, a donkey, a pig, two sugar gliders, and many dogs, cats and horses. She loves connecting with readers!
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Hi Sam,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for hosting me here today, and thanks for the heartfelt review. I appreciated the nice things you said about the characters and your honest assessment of the book! One thing you might check above is that you seem to have a blurb for a different book at the beginning of the post. The rest is all good! Thanks again.