I've seen spunky Julie Lessman heroines before. They're kind of her trademark, which I love. But until Allison McClare, I had never seen a Julie heroine smack a hero with a ruler. (I can't spoil any other books for those who haven't read them, but let me just say: After seeing Lessman heroes pull similar stunts with heroines--though none have ever smacked their ladies--I found this refreshing)! Anyway, Allison's first interaction with Nick Ga-Roan Barone had me cackling, and my fingers flew as I read the rest of the novel. (Yes, my first read was still in my pre-Kindle years).
Like Cassidy before her, Allison McClare is spunk personified. Yet Allison's brand of spunk is a bit different. She's less "Texas heiress with a lariat and Tabasco," and more, "proper San Francisco lady with a twist of lemon." Her style of spunk is tempered with a love of knowledge and a desire to teach and exhort. In many ways, it's more my style. Pair that with her dedication to the Hand of Hope school, and I was completely sold. In fact, Allison and Nick's interactions with the Hand of Hope girls, especially Lottie, Miss La-Di-Da, were some of my favorite scenes.
Speaking of the kids, they shine here, particularly with Nick Barone. As in, he may be an irritating bonehead, but he also has an endearing side. He's great with kids, he's funny, he's charming, but he can be serious and protective when the situation demands it. And in a tough San Francisco neighborhood, that demand is often real, no matter how much Allison tries to deny it. I loved watching Nick soften toward not only Allison, but the people and causes she loved, and the faith both of them were relearning to trust. Moreover, when he finally opened up to Allison about his past, especially as an Italian immigrant, my heart broke, squeezed, and warmed all at once. Oh, Julie, you torture my emotions, woman--but only in the best way.
I did end up taking a star here, based on two elements. The first is that, while the love triangle between Cait McClare, her brother-in-law Logan, and her attorney Andrew, is intriguing and filled with signature Julie Lessman twists, both guys got on my nerves this time around. As I always say, I have no problem with them acting like *historical* guys. But Andrew especially pulled some behavior that, even for a plot twist, didn't exactly work. In Dare to Love Again, he skirts the line of completely villainous, and if I recall correctly, that's not exactly what Julie was going for.
Additionally, I understand why Darla needed to be in the story, so her presence wouldn't have cost Julie a star. However, her entrance, coupled with the rest of the pacing, struck me as a tad awkward. I also remember thinking Allison was a tad too smart to fall for the kind of misunderstanding Darla tried to pull, but maybe that's just me.
Anyway, Dare to Love Again is, overall, another triumph in Julie Lessman's list of books. I read this book years before my niece was born, and at almost eight, she is still far too young for these novels. But now, I see that Allison reminds me very much of her, so I'll be saving Heart of San Francisco especially for her. Gift it, and this book, to a loved one who's the right age--or to yourself if you haven't dived in yet.