Release Date: Nov 6, 2019
Series: The Brown Sisters
Heat Level: Sensual
Imprint: Avon Books
A definite keeper!
Hibbert nails this big pub debut with flawless characterization, a twist on some tropes, and fresh new look at how people find love and beauty after being in such fragile places.
I dug in and couldn’t put it down. Now, I’m going to let you in on a little secret… I am super busy. So busy I am squeezing in time to write this review before bed. Often when I am reading it’s whenever I can sneak time in, sometimes that will be at my leisure; unless the book grabs ahold tight for dear life. That’s when my family will find me sneaking off to the bathroom just to stand there with the door closed to read. I’ll go to on a store trip and sit in the parking lot for twenty minutes before going in. This book made me do those all those things in a mad rush to finish. And I caution you dear readers, this is a book where one more chapter can easily turn into two or three.
What made it so fabulous? The voice. Chloe Brown is a voice that is infectious and full of life. Let me give you an example:
“Chloe.” Red’s voice was loud in the deserted car park, so deep it almost made her jump out of her clothes. Wait, no: skin. She meant skin.
“Yes?” she squeaked, dragging her gaze from the enormous bike to the enormous man standing beside it.
His eyebrows were raised, his lips slightly tilted. That was his resting expression, the opposite of her chronic bitch face: happy, curious, open, friendly. Why did she even like him?
Wait a moment—did she like him?
“You okay?” he asked
“Fine,” she said brightly. “Just thinking about the potential likelihood of brain decimation.”
His smile widened at that, slow and steady and achingly handsome. Ridiculous man. Brain decimation was a serious business.
“You go any hard numbers on that?” he asked. “Odds, percentages?”
Chloe is real and when I read her all I could think about was a dear, close friend who is a lot like Chloe with the same physical ailments and challenges. Both Chloe and my friend embrace life, they don’t run from it. Chloe is on a mission to get a life. To do things she would normally never do, things that could be dangerous for her. But, there’s no sense in holding back from an adventure. Especially when the adventure delivers the hot as hell, painter and maintenance man, Red Morgan.
Red is the hero I’ve been waiting for. He’s not perfect, and comes with his own set of baggage. What Hibbert provides us with is a hero who can recognize his flaws, accept them, change them, and of course become a better person than when he started the story. Chloe helps with him that and gives him some much needed room to be himself when he doesn’t know who he is anymore… in the philosophical, core sense. Not an amnesia story in the least bit. Red also is the perfect foil for Chloe. He’s nice, achingly so and it drives her batty. He also creates plenty of sexual tension that simmers off the page.
Same scene only half a page later:
“Glasses might not fit under the helmet,” he said mildly. “It’s full-face. You know, to reduce the chances of brain decimation.”
She snorted, was silent for a moment as she studied the helmet. Then, in a fit of irritation, she muttered. “Don’t act as though it hasn’t crossed your mind.”
Something hot and wild sparked in his gaze, a sort of sharp-edged teasing that reminded her of a wolf on the hunt. He leaned toward her over the bike and asked, “As though what hasn’t crossed my mind?”
She shivered slightly, despite the thermal vest under her clothes and the jacket she’d picked up from her flat. And she remembered what had happened in his bedroom, when she’d fallen on top of him like a ninny, and sparks of sheer sensation had taken over her entire body. After shamefully long silence, she blurted, “Brain decimation. The risk of brain decimation has definitely crossed your mind.”
Of course, I can only wax poetic for so long. I’ll say that the black moment isn’t super dramatic. This is a love story with plenty of real-world implication without the dark and deary real-world effect. Hibbert hits all the right notes, the plot doesn’t drag, the secondary characters inspire as much interest as the primaries, and I can’t wait to see what comes next in this series. For readers who love Sally Thorne or Helen Hoang.