Malcolm McKenzie will never forget that night in New York when he put Ava Galvan in a taxi following a heated argument, and the Argentine beauty was involved in an horrific accident—one that ended her career as an acclaimed soloist with the Manhattan Ballet, and impaired her memory and ability to live an independent life.
The Scottish tycoon and philanthropist lives with his guilt, and another consequence: Ava was pregnant with his child the night of the accident. Ever since that night, Malcom has raised Jack as a single father.
But Ava is stronger now, and Jack wants his mommy to come home. Malcolm has never stopped wanting her and he’s determined to do whatever it takes to claim Ava—with or without her consent.
I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
The blurb on this book was really interesting. The hero blames himself for the accident that caused the heroine to lose fragments of her memory as well as say goodbye to her wonderful career as a ballerina. On paper, it promised lots of emotional twists and turns. I was excited to read this. I’m not saying that the book did not deliver because there were some really good parts. However, I may have just expected too much out of a category romance.
All in all, it was s till a good enough book that got me reading on until the very end. I just felt like it dragged on at times and that some conversations and conflicts felt repeated at least twice. There was also that huge blank space when the hero set the heroine free, thinking that it would help her get better if she was on her own, not being pressured into fulfilling the role of wife and mother.
I wish that the history between the main characters were showed instead of just being narrated. I wish that the author brought me back to the time before the accident. Then, I also wish there was more scenes to show the difference in the interaction between the heroine and her son from before the separation to the present day. Anyway, I won’t complain much. For a book that’s not quite as long as the others, it covered a good topic, and the love story was still good.
Born in Visalia, California, I’m a small town girl at heart. I love central California’s golden foothills, oak trees, and the miles of farmland. In my mind, there’s nothing sweeter in the world than the heady fragrance of orange blossoms on a sultry summer night.
As a little girl I spent hours on my bed, staring out the window, dreaming of far off places, fearless knights, and happy-ever-after endings. In my imagination I was never the geeky bookworm with the thick coke-bottle glasses, but a princess, a magical fairy, a Joan-of-Arc crusader.
My parents fed my imagination by taking our family to Europe for a year when I was thirteen. The year away changed me (I wasn’t a geek for once!) and overseas I discovered a huge and wonderful world with different cultures and customs. I loved everything about Europe, but felt especially passionate about Italy and those gorgeous Italian men (no wonder my first very Presents hero was Italian).
I confess, after that incredible year in Europe, the travel bug bit, and bit hard. I spent much of my high school and college years abroad, studying in South Africa, Japan and Ireland. South Africa remains a country of my heart, the people, the land and politics complex and heart-wrenching.
After my years of traveling and studying I had to settle down and earn a living. With my Bachelors degree from UCLA in American Studies, a program that combines American literature and American history, I’ve worked in sales and marketing, as well as a director of a non-profit foundation. Later I earned my Masters in Writing from the University of San Francisco and taught jr. high and high school English.
I now live in Seattle and Hawaii with my three sons. I never mind a rainy day, either, because that’s when I sit at my desk and write stories about far-away places, fascinating people, and most importantly of all, love. I like a story with a happy ending. We all do.