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Lia Carswell is good at what she does—even if it isn’t as glamorous as her old life in Manhattan. The popular waitress works hard in a small Salt Lake City diner, with the goal of easing her sister’s financial strain. And with her witty personality and good looks, she’s something of an enigma to the male customers who vie for her attention. Ever the professional, Lia keeps her distance—with one exception. Aidan is a breakfast regular, and Lia’s easy rapport with him draws her attention, though she would never let their relationship get serious—especially since he’s not the only one trying to catch her eye. Her handsome neighbor Griff has been hinting that he wants more than a neighborly relationship.Then her old New York artist life comes knocking, and an offer is made for a series of commissioned paintings. Lia knows it would ensure financial security for her family, but she doesn’t know if she wants that life anymore. When she undertakes one final project, she reawakens her heart and soul. And as she finds herself falling in love and needing an outlet more and more, she realizes her paintings might be her saving grace.
246 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 1, 2014
I flew to the garage and snatched up brushes and paint tubes. It all came, the wind and the sky and the smell of the soil, the hint of pine, the sense of being a tiny speck on a huge thing, the ageless mountain that showed me my insignificance and yet connected me to something so vast it anchored me as nothing had for years.Lia's road in this story was definitely a bumpy one, but it kept me interested and I swallowed this story whole in one day. 5 stars for the feelz; 3.5 stars for the overall plot, due to a few cliché moments. Overall a solid 4 palate cleanser stars, if you like clean romances. No religious content.
I worked for hours, and when colors I didn't expect appeared--crimson and cobalt and a bright, true yellow--I paused. I'd painted the way it felt when Aidan stood next to me without touching me, and I'd found the color of yearning and put it there too, because, for me, Aidan was now bound up with the mountain.
