~ ARC read ~
Thank you Hannah for providing me with an ARC of this absolute gem of a book!
I love a good runaway bride moment and when she finds a broody, tattooed hunk of a guy? Yes, I am hooked!
I devoured this book in one sitting, which says a lot recently as I was getting in some kind of a reading slump. I just couldn't put this down.
So Millie has been told all of her life how to act, react, who to be friends with, and so on.. On the day of her wedding to a slimebag of a man, she decided that it's enough and she runs away.
And who does she ran into? Shade, a tattoo artist who is rough on the outside, but had a real heart of gold.
Since Millie is really inexperienced she makes a deal with Shade where he learns her everything there is to know so she knows what to do with possible men in the future.
As you already can imagine this leads to spicy scenes of the highest shelves. I mean, the scene in his tattoo chair, I was melting away over her.
I loved Millie's character development. She really grew from a rather shy girl into a confident woman who isn't afraid to speak her mind. When she told her parents off, I was so proud of her.
And she can really thank Shade for this journey. I mean, this in one green flag of a man. How he learned Millie to be confident and also to speak up, was just so heartwarming to read. How he also always made sure that she could make her own choices in contrary to everyone else in her life who always dictated her what to do. But don't get me wrong, he is no golden retriever (however, the barking..🤭) and is one fine specimen of a man who knows how the handle a woman.
This book was also another one where I really loved the small town vibe and the found family. The way Lacey and Shelly became Millie's ride-or-dies, but also how Daisy and Bryce tried to include her.
So sweet 🥰
I am really excited to be reading more about the characters in Oak Point!
-------- Some of my favorite moments/quotes--------
- She’s trouble, but the sweet kind you almost want to let wreck you.
- I drop the key in the console and wait for him to start the car. The immediate heat that comes flowing out of the vents makes my toes curl in my socks. “Jesus, you’re small,” he mutters, fiddling with the seat settings. “You’re just unusually large,” I shoot back. “Most women find that a good thing.”
- She scoots to the edge of the couch and reaches for a fry, her smile infectious. “Thank you for dinner.” “Anytime, princess. All I ask in return is that you keep smiling like that.”
- “Could I host the first book club meeting upstairs? And don’t feel pressured to say yes. It’s your place. I know I’m just a guest here, and I’d never want to put you out or make you feel uncomfortable—” “Yes,” I blurt, my voice rough. Clearing my throat, I add, “You can have it upstairs.” “We can? You’re sure?” The happiness in those four words shoots through me like adrenaline, lighting me up on the inside. It’s painful to hide how pleased it makes me to know I’ve made her feel that way.
- “You’re more possessive than I expected you to be.” “Not possessive,” he denies with a nip at my lip. Then, his tongue glides across the wounded skin. “Just pathetically clingy.”