I love when I have certain expectations for a particular story and it ends up being beyond what I expected. I want to get to know who they are at their core, what makes them do and say the things they do…that’s how I form a connection, not only with the characters, but with the story line as well and it’s at that point where I become completely invested, ready for them to get it together and find their way to their happily whatever. I’m all about understanding the hero and heroine of any book that I read.
But fate has other ideas with a few added obstacles to make a second chance at being together more of an angsty slow burn.Īnd that’s exactly what readers get as they dive deeper into The Spark and with the dual perspective as well as the past/present format, the context and details offered allow for a clear picture of just how good the hero and heroine could be together if they give it, especially Autumn, a chance. Then again, what were the chances I’d run into him a year later…when I’d just started dating his boss?ĭonovan and Autumn’s first encounter/connection is a memorable one for both of them, but it sends one fleeing from her overloaded emotions because she doesn’t know what to do with them and she figures she’ll never run into Donovan again. But New York City had eight-million people, so what were the chances I’d run into him?
In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often. My life was too complicated for such a great guy. I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him. So what did I do to repay him for his kindness?
He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.ĭid I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice. He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee.Ĭoffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark. Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.Īfter checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag.Ī deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.ĭonovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange.
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