I was totally drawn to this book by the blurb, it’s a unique story line that I couldn’t resist.
The story follows Hayden, a writer who decides to kill off one of her more popular characters womaniser, detective Jake Hopkins. No one is happy with this turn of events, her fans are angry but Jake is livid but happens when he turns up on Hayden’s doorstep with handcuffs demanding she bring him back to life? When strange things start to happen to Hayden, Jake becomes her protector and vows to solve the mystery. Soon Hayden realised there’s more to the detective than she first thought and what happens when she catches feelings for him? You will have to read to find out!
The story was totally unique and kept my attention, Hayden was a bit quirky and at first hard to like but over the course of the book she grew on me. Jake, well he was a surprise, I wanted to hate him but he was actually quite growly and captivating! I did wonder how the author would bring the story together, but she did a wonderful job. 4 Stars
usually get. Sit where you normally do. That kind of thing. Don’t get too
focused on looking for a suspect. That’s my job.” Jake hit his turn signal and
switched lanes. I was riding shotgun in the shiny black Raptor I’d written for
him and, any moment now, I was going to wake up back in bed, having dreamt this
entire thing. I rubbed my damp palms against my jeans and focused on my
know my schedule for a typical day. When I mentioned that I wrote at a local
coffee shop a couple of times a week, his eyes lit up. I was relieved that I’d
left out the fact that I worked at a salon in the afternoons and evenings
because there was not a chance in hell of me letting him tag along there.
studied me for a second, giving a slight head shake at my you’ve got to
be kitten me right meow, t-shirt. “This is the place?” He looked through
the windshield at the Cold Brews Co. sign and then back at me.
“It looks like a bar.”
to keep me safe did weird things to my heart, even if it was coming from Jake.
I fought the urge to pump my fist in the air while laughing like a lunatic.
get back home,” he finished with a pouty smirk.
gone forever once the handcuffs were off.
unbuckled and climbed down to the pavement.
pose as he held the coffee shop door open for me. “Like this.”
staring.” He hissed, glancing around.
over the espresso machine as the door jingled above our heads, announcing our
arrival. “The usual?”
joy and tranquility that tried to flee when Jake entered a room. “Yeah, that’ll
be perfect. Thanks, Damien. How’d Paul do on his test?”
with a dramatic eye roll. “Nailed it. Like he does everything else. I just have
to talk him off the ledge every time though. How’d I end up the motivator in
this relationship? I swear.”
good things life has to offer,” I reminded him as I selected a bottled water
from the refrigerated case
everyone’s life story,” Jake quietly taunted at my back, his body inches from
mine. A shudder worked its way down to my toes as the scent of campfire and
pine flooded my nostrils.
definitely detecting hints of clean laundry that had been dried on a
clothesline mixed with something.
while looking up at him adoringly. Just like I’d witnessed the younger couples
that frequented this place do on more than one occasion. But this time, it’d be
me experiencing something other than abject disappointment.
pinning me in place. I’d just bet that his fingers would curl in possessively,
marking me as his to anyone who dared to look. The cold air blasted around
bottles of juice and water, yet inside, I was sweltering.
straightened with a shaky exhale and carried my water over to the register,
doing my best to ignore my flushed cheeks and the giant I came in with.
mocha before noticing Jake. “Hey, you brought a friend,” he exclaimed in his
know this man.”
defile me in front of the poor beverage case, either, in case you were
stage-whispered, raising his eyebrows up and down suggestively as he snagged me
a cinnamon roll from the case.
personally think when excitement comes packaged like that, you thank the
universe and don’t ask questions. But, that’s just me. How’s Bootsy doing? Is
she still loving her holistic food?”
girls didn’t seem to be any different. Maybe check with the company—”
‘regular,’ if you know what I mean. Poor thing, uh, couldn’t get the job done
before. This food has really taken in her interconnectedness with her, um,
environment. She’s living her best holistic life now.”
counter with wide eyes and a what the fuck are you talking about expression
on his face.
Damien recommended. I went to the pet store with every intention of purchasing
the all-natural, chock full of vitamins and omegas, and completely
grain-free canned cat food until I saw the price. At six bucks a tin,
I decided that I would just let Bootsy continue her unwholesome lifestyle.
Unfortunately, Damien asked about it the very next time I was in, and instead
of coming clean, I told a little white lie. He’d just made it seem like letting
your fur baby eat anything else was bad pet parenting. And, it wasn’t like he
would ever know. He wasn’t going to show up to my apartment, demanding to see
the contents of Bootsy’s litter box.
for her. Oh, have you noticed how much more connected she is spiritually to you
now? I swear, I recommend it to everyone.”
the front pocket of my backpack. “Definitely. So… Zen. Well, I better get to
juggling the cinnamon roll and mocha as I made my way to the wooden table near
the back. It was the only table with an outlet that was out of direct
sugar. I found that it was the best seat in the house for eavesdropping, which
was a win-win for an author in need of a story.
walls and ceiling beams to the vintage signs and old produce case turned
bookshelf, it was the perfect place to let my creativity flow.
off a balcony at this very table. It held a special place in my heart.