HERE TOMORROW 7 PM PST. MARIE HARTE AUTHOR OF: HANDLE WITH CARE & SMOOTH MOVE (SEE EXCERPTS)


HERE TOMORROW
7 PM PST. MARIE HARTE 
AUTHOR OF:





Evan Griffith has had a hell of a day...
And that was before he met the stunning, sexy woman having a meltdown.
Evan Griffith has had many careers in his life. But who knew working for his family's moving company would hold just as much action as his stint in the Marine Corps? On an unforgettable job, Evan finds himself taken by a teenage conman and confronted by a woman wielding a knife―and promptly falls head over heels for her.
Kenzie Sykes is doing her best to raise her little brother and keep him out of jail―all while dealing with her own broken heart that just hasn't healed. She doesn't have time for romance. He's not asking... Until he is, and she finds herself saying yes.







The sight that met Evan’s eyes had him staring, unsure of what to do. Though he owned part of his and his cousins’ local moving company, he’d only been doing the grunt work of actually moving people for the past two weeks. With one of his cousins temporarily out due to an injury, Evan had willingly stepped in to take up the slack.

At first, being able to get out from behind a desk, away from a past life of accounting had seemed a blessing. Sure, he was still sore, taxing his muscles on a daily basis doing manual labor, but he considered the physical exertion to be just the thing to kick-start his new life.
No one had mentioned what to do when the client got into a free-for-all in the middle of the living room.
The client, Rachel Kim, a petite Korean woman with a soft demeanor and a cute dimple, was wrapped around a tall, statuesque black woman. Rachel had her in a headlock, clinging to her like a koala on a tree.
“I’m taking it!” she shrieked and refused to let go. “It’s a memory, and it’s mine!”
“Idiot, it’s not yours,” the other woman managed, gripping at the forearm across her neck. “It’s ours! Ask Kenzie. Rachel, get off!” She swung around, and the two did an odd dance as the poor woman tried to shake her human burr. “Besides, you don’t deserve it! Leaving me for a man? Way to idolize a penis, love slave.”
O-kay. That was more than he wanted to hear. Evan had been hired to move Rachel’s things, not involve himself in her private life.
“Shut up, Lila. You’re just jealous! Backstabbing bitch.” Rachel started going off in what sounded like Korean.
Lila choked, and Evan stepped forward. Then he realized she was laughing. Well, as much as one could laugh while gasping for oxygen. She continued to struggle for freedom, to no avail.
Evan decided he should probably get involved before Lila passed out. But just as he took a step to separate the two women, sunlight beamed through the front windows, illuminating the avenging angel who stormed through the front door, her brown eyes blazing.
His world stopped. As if the woman had been bathed in radiance, she made everything around her pale in comparison. He found it difficult to breathe.
Long, light-brown hair floated around her shoulders, framing an attractive face full of life and emotion. She looked to be about his age, and she moved with grace and energy. “You two are being ridiculous,” she huffed as she tried to pull Rachel and Lila apart. Dressed in ripped khaki shorts, a Drink Local T-shirt, and flip-flops, she shouldn’t have appeared so impressive. But she did.
Evan just stood there, staring, trying to figure out what the hell was happening as his heart raced, his focus narrowed to this one incredibly arresting woman.
“Well?” the angel snapped at him. “You going to help me with these two or what?”
He started. “Oh, right.” But he hadn’t taken a breath before Rachel shifted to the new arrival, latching onto her and including her in the weird three-person tango.
“Nooo,” Rachel moaned. “Everything is changing too fast.”
Evan blinked, and the three women dissolved into tears, crumpled to the floor, and hugged one another. No one made any sense as emotions and a jumble of words, everyone talking over everyone, filled the air.
He cleared his throat. “Ah, you guys need help?”
They continued to wail, ignoring him, so he left them to their emotional crisis while he tried to figure out why he’d…panicked? Frozen? Lost his mind?
He’d once done the Heimlich on a choking man in a crowded restaurant while everyone else watched in shock. He’d prevented a young lance corporal from shooting his instructor at the rifle range during training back in his Marine Corps days. And he’d more than once talked down his oldest cousin from a fight, saving him from jail time and accompanying fines. Evan didn’t panic, and he always knew what to do.
So why the hell had the sight of that woman frazzled him?
He walked out to the moving van, grabbed his water, and guzzled it. August in Seattle typically proved to be hot, but temps had been higher than normal, and the current heatwave had his shirt plastered to his back. The sun continued to blaze overhead, spotlighting the charming home he’d parked in front of. A small Craftsman-style cottage with a surprisingly wide doorway, thank God. Getting furniture through some of the older homes in the city took real work, and Evan always wondered how the people had gotten their furniture in, to begin with, because not everything came in pieces from IKEA.
He held the cold bottle against the back of his neck and studied the front walkway. The front door remained open, and he could see and hear the three women crying, laughing, and talking together.
Talk about weird.




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This is a strong series start that will have fans of mega-alphas eager for more.”  Publisher’s Weekly
Always the caretaker, former Marine Reid Griffith wants to help his brother adjust to civilian life…and help other former servicemen. What better way to utilize their brawn, discipline, and charm than a moving company that hires veterans? But although Reid prides himself on being strategic, he certainly doesn’t plan to fall in the spotlight of one brilliant—and beautiful—PR whiz…
PR expert Naomi Starr is determined to bring Vets on the Go! into the spotlight. But when she meets Reid, it might mean breaking her rule to never mix business with pleasure. Especially once she discovers that underneath Reid’s sexy rough-and-tumble exterior is a vulnerable man who just might need what she’s got to give.




At the end of the day, Reid found Cash arguing with three of their employees, including their new hire, Jordan, in the warehouse downstairs. The large space housed their trucks and moving supplies. They shared the downstairs with a bakery chain, which stored its trucks on the other side of the barricade. But Reid knew Vets on the Go! could easily add a few more vans and still have room to spare.
As always, when vets from different parts of the military mixed, the age-old debate of which military service was superior started. As if the discussion ever needed to happen. Everyone knew the Marines to be the best of the best.
He lounged against the wall as Jordan tore into his brother. Reid wasn’t sure how he felt about hiring Jordan as a mover yet. He knew looks were deceiving, but next to his brother, she looked downright tiny. The company was an equal opportunity employer, and she had an exemplary military record. Just because she didn’t look like she could lift five hundred pounds didn’t mean she couldn’t bench her weight. Finley and Martin weren’t overly muscular and still did their fair share. He tried ignoring any sense of gallantry and forced himself to acknowledge Jordan had the right to pass or fail on her own, without his bias. Too bad Cash wouldn’t see it the same way.
“I think you’re scared of someone who can outthink you is all,” Jordan was saying. “Not your fault you’re a big, burly Marine with a tiny brain.”
Hector guffawed, then quickly coughed when Cash turned a murderous stare his way. “Honesty hurts, big guy.”
Jordan snickered.
“Tiny brain, right.” Cash snorted. “You’re prejudiced because you’re jealous of these guns.”
Reid rolled his eyes as his brother started flexing. Because that started Hector and Lafayette posing. Then Jordan shocked the group by shrugging off her windbreaker to showcase toned muscles under her own short-sleeved shirt.
“Well, day-um,” Hector said on a laugh. “Little Army’s got her own set of ammo.”
“Told you.” She smirked at the group, and Reid liked her for the team. She fit, like a piece of their growing puzzle.
He watched the group, not surprised to see everyone gravitate around Cash. It had nothing to do with Cash owning part of the business and everything to do with his natural ability to lead. No matter how much experience others possessed, the guys in the units they’d been within the Marines had always looked to Cash for what to do. The man would lead a squad out of danger, know where and when to attack. Cash was the go-to for getting things done…especially if that meant working under the radar, not following the rules.
It sometimes made being in the same room with him tough because Reid felt like that proverbial wallflower at the dance, overshadowed by his prettier debutante of a brother. And just thinking that made him want to laugh.
As the gang continued to try to out-flex each other, the mood easy and fun among them, Reid decided to make his presence known. He clapped, and they all froze.
Jordan quickly put her arms down and flushed.
Cash snickered. “Little Army is right.”
“Shut up,” she muttered.
Reid walked over to them. “You guys did great today. We’re back on track since Jordan helped with the last job. Good work,” he told her.
She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“Please.” Cash shook his head. “He was an E-7. Don’t call him sir.”
“Yeah, don’t.” Reid grimaced. “I worked for a living.” He’d been enlisted, not an officer, though not for lack of opportunity, something he’d never shared with Cash. “So, Jordan, you’re on probation while we see how you fit with the team. Cash will make sure you learn what you need to know to start. And like we went over in the office, paychecks come the first and fifteenth, just like the service.”
“Nice,” she said.
“Yeah.” Lafayette nodded. “It helps. Yo, Reid, so what was up with the looker in the office this morning?”
Everyone watched Reid, curious.
“You mean Naomi Starr of Starr PR?” he asked.
“Naomi Starr. Sounds like a porn name. What?” Cash asked him, seeing his frown. “I’m just saying.”
“Jesus, is he housebroken at least?” Jordan asked the twins, thumbing at Cash over her shoulder.
“Not yet,” Lafayette said, “but we’re working on it.”
Cash shrugged. “PR? Do we really need to hire someone for that?”
“Probably yeah, due to all the business you’re picking up from that spot on television,” Jordan said. “The Starr woman looked classy. Was she smart?”
“Yes,” Reid answered. And sexy and someone who’d shot his latent libido into the stratosphere. He’d had to put on his disinterested, serious face when dealing with her so she wouldn’t realize how badly he’d wanted to bend her over the desk. That was more Cash’s style. Not exactly sophisticated or professional.
“So what? We’re celebrities now?” Cash grinned.
“Not quite.” Though they’d gotten a call from another television station requesting an interview. He needed to know how to handle it.
Naomi had said all the right things and come at just the right time. Finding someone to help with marketing had been on his long to-do list for some time. This thing with Cash and Hector had sped up the timeline.
“I have to talk to Evan. You guys should go home for the day. We just added six more confirmed jobs that want in as soon as we can get to them. Jordan, are you good to come back tomorrow at six?”
She blinked. “In the morning?”
“Duh,” Cash said.
She glared at him but said to Reid, “Ah, sure. I’ll be here.”
“Great. Cash set her up with a few shirts and give her the schedule. I think we have something that can fit her.”
Jordan beamed. Reid saw Cash and Hector noticing her with more than platonic interest, cleared his throat, then gave them a knowing look. Lafayette put his brother in a headlock and walked him away, leaving Cash and Reid alone with Jordan. Cash tried to ignore him.
“Cash, a word?” Reid said.
“I’ll be right back,” Cash said to Jordan.
“Ohhh, I can’t wait,” she deadpanned, and Reid had to laugh.
Well away from the woman, Reid dragged his brother close and whispered, “She’s a teammate. Not a possible conquest. Stay out of her pants.”
“Please. I’m not thinking that at all.”
“Yeah?” Reid knew his brother. Cash liked women. A little too much. He never went where he wasn’t invited, but Reid knew they’d have to be careful about stepping over any lines, especially since they were now the boss. It was a lot like being back in the military where fraternization was a huge no-no. “Well, then keep not thinking it. Jordan is clearly capable. Take her through her paces, and make sure she’s a good fit. I like that she’s not afraid of you. But let’s hope she still understands a command structure.”
“Hey,” Cash whispered back, affronted, “I didn’t want to hire her. You made me.”
“Bullshit.” Kind of. “It helps to have a woman on the team. She’s a fellow vet, and she looks damn good on paper. See how she works out—not in bed but on the job.”
“I should be saying the same thing to you. I saw you eye-fucking that redhead earlier.”
“I was not.” He hoped he hadn’t been obvious about checking her out.
“Nah, man. I know you. She’s just your type.”
“Smart and pretty?”
“See? You noticed.”




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COMING FRIDAY 7 PM PST. MARIE HARTE AUTHOR OF: HANDLE WITH CARE & SMOOTH MOVES (SEE EXCERPTS)

COMING FRIDAY

7 PM PST. MARIE HARTE
AUTHOR OF:





Evan Griffith has had a hell of a day...
And that was before he met the stunning, sexy woman having a meltdown.
Evan Griffith has had many careers in his life. But who knew working for his family's moving company would hold just as much action as his stint in the Marine Corps? On an unforgettable job, Evan finds himself taken by a teenage conman and confronted by a woman wielding a knife―and promptly falls head over heels for her.
Kenzie Sykes is doing her best to raise her little brother and keep him out of jail―all while dealing with her own broken heart that just hasn't healed. She doesn't have time for romance. He's not asking... Until he is, and she finds herself saying yes.




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Kenzie blew through the door, the woman always in perpetual motion. Even at the coffee shop, she’d seemed too energetic to be truly still.
“Oh good. You’re here.” She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. “Nice car.”
“Thanks.” He couldn’t stop himself from staring at her, wondering if she’d get mad if he tucked that strand behind her ear. “Daniel’s in the garage getting the tools.”
She blinked back at him and flushed. Had he been staring too hard? Giving her an odd look? “Oh. Okay. Come on. I’ll show you the water heater.”
They walked downstairs into an airy basement.
“Wow. This place is great.” It wasn’t at all dark. Daylight streamed through several high-set windows and the walls were painted a warm, buttery yellow, accented with white built-ins and colorful pillows and throws. Facing each other in a loose triangle, three standing desks with large monitors occupied a far corner yet didn’t detract from the roominess of the space.
“It’s home, and its work.” She sighed. “I love working from home, don’t get me wrong. But I always feel guilty when I’m not at my desk.”
“I feel the same now that I’m working from a home office.” One he really needed to get organized. Though he had much less than half the workload he’d had at Peterson & Campbell, he had enough to keep an office full of paper stacks and in- and out-boxes.
She led him past a full bathroom down a dark hall toward a large closet. Inside, the water heater labored. He pulled on the chain of an overhead light inside, and she flicked on the hall light, which still didn’t illuminate much.
“Here.” She handed him a flashlight. “Daniel should be coming with those tools.”
She stood close, and Evan did his best to ignore her proximity. But it was as if his every cell was attuned to Kenzie, and he didn’t know how to handle it, having never been so attracted to anyone before. Even Rita had been a slow, steady build toward love. He’d thought her pretty, but his body hadn’t tried to turn itself inside out when near her.
There was something to be said for physical chemistry, he guessed, wondering if Kenzie felt it too.
He turned and tripped over her, of all things. “Oof.”
She stopped him from braining himself on the doorjamb, the two of them standing way too close for his peace of mind. His body started to respond, the feel of warm woman, the scent of lavender and female overriding all else.
“Oh.” Her hands spread on his chest, and she had to be feeling his racing heart. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to get so close.”
“It’s not a problem.” Unless my heart jumps out of my chest. “Can I ask you something?” His voice sounded impossibly deep, even to him.
“Sure,” she breathed, and the scent of chocolate and mint wafted over him. His favorite combination.
“Is it just me, or are you feeling this too?” He cupped her cheek, knowing he shouldn’t but unable to stop himself. Damn. She was as soft as he’d imagined.
She drew in a breath. “This weird kind of attraction?”
He rubbed his thumb over her jawline, staring at her full lips that appeared to darken under the moving shadow of the swaying overhead light. “Yeah.”
“It is different, isn’t it?”
“Why are you whispering?” he asked as he leaned closer, intent on tasting her.
“Why are you?”
His lips ghosted the edge of her mouth. Her fingers clenched on his shirt, digging into his chest, and his body went rock-hard in an instant, a fact she couldn’t possibly miss.
“Kenzie?” Daniel’s voice grew louder as the sound of his feet on the stairs rebounded.
“Ack!” Kenzie shoved Evan back so hard he bumped his head on the doorframe.
“Shit.”
“Sorry,” she mumbled and darted away, leaving him frustrated, aching, and annoyed with himself for starting something he couldn’t possibly finish.
Not now, and not with her brother around.













He may be all brawn
But when it really counts… His heart is all gold
Former Marine Cash Griffith is a brawny beacon for trouble, always finishing a fight that someone else starts. Working at his family’s moving company, he does his best to keep a low profile, but he can’t help but tangle with the newest employee, Jordan Fleming.
When Jordan joins Vets on the Go! she has her hands full with her new job and her rebellious teenage brother, not to mention going toe to toe with the obnoxious, arrogant, incredibly hot Marine at work. Soon their battles turn to camaraderie, and one kiss leads to a connection neither of them expected. But when dark secrets come to light, will their bond break…or strengthen into a happily-ever-after they desperately desire?






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Smith left them, and Cash glared at Smith’s back until he disappeared into the office. “I hate that guy.”
“I think the feeling is mutual.” Jordan wondered why.
“Has he been bothering you?” The look in Cash’s dark-green eyes warned her the man spoiled for a fight.
“Nope. He’s easy to get along with.”
Cash seemed disappointed. “Oh.”
“And he rarely talks. We got the Jasper job done in one day. Would have been back sooner, but traffic sucked.”
He let out a long sigh. “So what’s this favor I ‘owe you’?”
“I need you to talk to my brother.” The admission she couldn’t handle her own family felt easier while looking at his chest.
“Your brother?”
She glanced up, saw his interest, the way it lit up his face, and did her best not to stare at his firm, kissable lips. Damn it. She needed to focus on the man’s irritability, not his sex appeal.
Jordan swallowed. “How about I tell you about it over dinner tonight? And before you get any weird ideas, this is in no way a date. I do not want to have sex with you. I am not flirting or leading you on in any way. This is strictly to help my brother.”
He just stared at her. Unfortunately, behind him, Reid and Smith stared at her as well.
She felt her cheeks heat and wished she could sink through the floor.
“Man, I heard that,” Smith just had to say. “She is in no way, shape, or form wants you, Cash. Not fucking at all.” Smith laughed as he walked away. His shouted “Rejected,” followed by more laughter, boomed down the corridor.
“Please tell me I can hit him,” he said to Reid.
“No. But I’m curious to hear why Jordan thinks she has to have this conversation with you,” Reid said. Jordan privately thought of him as Cash-Light. He had the same good looks but not as concentrated. Reid had a more slender build than his bulky older brother, and he had gray eyes. Not the mysterious, deep green of Cash’s. The debonair Griffith as opposed to Cash’s raw, wild bad boy.
“I’m not harassing her. Jesus, Reid.” Cash ran a hand through his hair, which caused his massive biceps to bulge. “Tell him, Jordan.”
A sucker for a pretty body more than a pretty face, Jordan felt every time she looked at Cash as if she’d been hit by a two-by-four because he possessed both. She nodded, distracted, wondering how much he could really bench-press.
“He is harassing you?” Reid asked, frowning.
“What? No, not at all.” She felt like a moron and forced herself to meet Reid’s concerned gaze. “Sorry. I meant I agreed with Cash. He’s fine. I just wanted to make sure my offer of dinner wasn’t confusing.” She wryly added, “You know your brother does better when things are laid out on the table.”
“True. Subtle he is not.”
“I’m right here,” Cash growled.
They both ignored him. “So you’re good then?” Reid asked her.
“Dandy.”
“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow. Cash, I’ll be—”
“At Naomi’s. Shocker.” Cash shrugged, but Jordan had a sense his brother’s new relationship bothered him.
Reid didn’t seem to notice. “Have a good night, you two.” He started down the corridor. “Oh, and Cash, close up for me, would you?” Reid didn’t wait for his answer as he disappeared into the stairway.
“Why not? Not like I have a life or anything,” Cash muttered as he walked into the office. “Well? You coming?”
Jordan hurried after him and helped him turn everything off and lock up. They walked down the stairs and exited the building to the parking lot. She took a moment to watch the sun hide behind some purple clouds. Orange rays penetrated the sky-blue horizon and dotted through indigo and pink clouds, painting a picture. She wished she could bask in the moment, letting go of the worries dragging her down.
But Rafi hadn’t been around for breakfast this morning, and she knew he’d avoided her on purpose. Between yesterday’s conversation and the call she’d earlier received from his school advisor, she’d come to the end of her rope. And the timing couldn’t have been better, with her brother spending the next few days at their parents’ for a change.
Cash stopped at his car and turned to her. “Your place for dinner, you said?”
“Yes. Follow me. It’s a ten-minute drive. I’ll text you the address in case you get lost.” She sent it to him before getting into her car.
He followed without too much of a hassle since the hour had passed six. Once at her place, she parked and waited for him. The apartment complex didn’t look like much on the outside, but she had a furnished, one-bedroom unit for under a thousand in rent, and the landlord seemed like a nice lady. Since Jordan was ex-military, the woman had foregone the $200 nonrefundable cleaning fee and full rental deposit.
After letting them both in, Jordan took a glance around. The addition of Rafi to her tiny apartment made life cramped, but Jordan had lived under worse conditions. The place was clean, fitted out, and, if not to her taste, at least nothing to be embarrassed about. Yet she felt a case of nerves as Cash shadowed her, his large presence impossible to ignore.





Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Marie Harte has over 100 books published with more constantly on the way. She’s a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit http://marieharte.com and fall in love.

SEVERANCE

SEVERANCE                                       N. N. BRITT

They say first love doesn’t last. Alana’s ends on the night her boyfriend Dakota dies in a deadly shooting at a Portland club. 

In an attempt to look for ways to deal with her grief, Alana reaches out to Dakota’s older brother Mikah, who’s struggling with moving on himself.

Both damaged beyond repair, neither Alana or Mikah know how to cope with their loss. What’s worse, they have zero ideas of how to handle the unexpected feelings they start developing for each other. 




MY REVIEW:

     Unfortunately, somewhere in this nation, there is another senseless act just like this one.  Sad to say sometimes multiple in a day.  The moment I started reading my heart started racing and I wanted to put it down.  At the same time, I could not stop reading.
     Having a friend who was in the face of such a senseless crime.  I can tell you the author did a great job of bringing us the reader along through a fraction of the sheer hell victims go through.
     This book shows the seven stages of grief for sure though several of the characters who are at different starting points.  Makes it difficult for them to relate to each other.  Don’t worry though you will see the progression toward healing. 
     Because can you really ever recover from such a senseless act especially when it takes so many lives?  Hell, can we take but one of our loved ones passing?  I think not now amp that up in mass.
     This author has Alana who is eighteen along with her grade school friend Jess who gets her to go to a concert where they meet some guys in a band.  Jess starts dating Luke the drummer.  Alana catches the eye of twenty-three-year-old Dakota Bennett, the lead and frontman for the band.  Along with his older brother Mikah, twenty-five, and Blaze who are also in the band.
     Three months into their relationship they are to play at a bigger venue so of course, the girls will be there.  Even if all this time in order to get out Alana has had to lie to her overly religious parents that she was staying at Jess’s house.  She will do it again in a heartbeat to go.  So, her parents know nothing.  She’s going to hell.
     Dakota is the direct line to hell as far as her parents are concerned.  The guys start their set.  She is so proud of him Dakota has been voted number five on Portland’s Guitar Players Watch for list for 2019.  When Alana hears him hit a wrong note.  Then another.  When she turns and she hears BANG! BANG! BANG!  Her life changed in an instant.
     You will not want to miss this story.  You might feel that Alana appears stuck and whinny and not willing to move on.  It’s not that.  She can’t.  Look at her support system at home, her friend is a survivor too coping as best they can, and her boyfriend is gone. 
     She is only eighteen and confused.  All that’s left is the one man who won’t talk to her, yet she knows what she feels around him.
     I give this: 5++++ stars.  Provided by netgalley.com.   Follow us at www.1rad-readerreview.com.

MEANT TO BE

MEANT TO BE                                   NAN REINHARDT

Can a near-tragedy help two best friends realize they’re meant to be so much more?

Best friends since grade school, high-powered Chicago attorney, Sean Flaherty, and small-town mayor Megan Mackenzie have always shared a special bond. When Sean is shot by a client’s angry ex, Megan rushes to his side, terrified she’s about to lose her long-time confidant.

Upon his return to River’s Edge to recuperate, Sean discovers that his feelings for his pal have taken an undeniable turn for the romantic. While Megan struggles with an unfamiliar longing for Sean, she worries that he may be mistaking a safe place to land for love. 
Can Sean help her realize that they are truly meant to be so much more than friends?

MY REVIEW:

     This author had all the elements I love in a romance.  This one is of two best friends since fifth grade.  Sean Flaherty thirty-eight and is a lawyer in Chicago.  He is part owner along with his three brothers Connor, Brenden, and Aidan.  The three took ownership of their father’s winery when he passed.  Four Irish Brothers Winery is now theirs.

     Everyone in River’s Edge is in wedding count down but none more than the bride Samantha who will be marrying Connor.  They met through his oldest brother Sean.  In turn, Sam has become best friends with Sean’s bestie, Megan, who is now her maid of honor.
     As the two women sit having coffee and pie at Megan’s dad’s diner.  Sam gets the worst call anyone can ever get.  Sean has been shot on the steps of the courthouse he’s being taken into surgery Megan goes white then wants to vomit.  All she knows is she must go to him.
     Thanks in great part to Megan, Sean’s ability to recover is quicker and keeps the panic attacks at bay with her around.  She helps all the brothers organize a home care nurse, rehab, and therapy.  At the hospital, she meets Sean’s gorgeous friend and notorious player/friend, Vin.  Sean is having issues with Vin invading his territory and being around his Meg.  But says nothing.
     Sean goes through major changes in his healing process.  His emotions and thoughts as he looks back on his relationship with his Meg.  He sees how Meg handles the changes with him and sees if she believes him at face value.  He knows she was in front of him this whole time his diamond amongst fake gems.
     I totally enjoyed this book.  The author had me right away with these characters.  They were engaging and real.  Most of all you could see yourself living in their town or at least wanting to be.  I give this: 5++++ stars.
     Provided by netgalley.com.  Follow us at www.1rad-readerreviews.com.

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