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Catherine Wright habite en Pennsylvanie, dans une petite ville où la population atteint tout juste deux mille habitants en dehors de la saison touristique. Elle est serveuse et s'occupe de sa fille de cinq ans. Une nuit, alors qu'elle rentre dans le brouillard d'un énième " blind date " organisé par sa patronne et amie Lou, elle tombe sur une voiture encastrée dans un arbre. Elle intervient et parvient à sauver la vie d'un des occupants avant que le véhicule s'embrase.
Elle ne saura que bien plus tard qui elle a sauvé : Brett Madden. La star de hockey, héros national. Mais Catherine a déjà eu son heure de gloire quelques années auparavant, et la dernière des choses qu'elle souhaite, c'est d'être à nouveau sous la lumière des projecteurs et de voir son passé ressurgir. Elle ne révèle pas son identité. Et ça marche. Un moment...
Jusqu'au jour où elle trouve l'homme qu'elle a sauvé devant sa porte. Il veut juste la remercier, mais il va bouleverser sa vie.
L'amitié qu'ils ressentent l'un pour l'autre, dès les premiers mots échangés, se transforme peu à peu en quelque chose de plus profond que ni l'un ni l'autre ne s'attendait à ressentir. Un sentiment que Catherine n'est pas certaine de pouvoir gérer, un sentiment auquel elle a du mal à croire... Comment une superstar comme Brett Madden pourrait-il s'intéresser à une femme aussi normale que Catherine ? Combien de temps avant que cette étincelle qu'elle voit briller dans ses yeux ne s'éteigne ?
505 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 27, 2017
“Young, single mom saves life of hockey star and celebrity son and then wins his heart? It sounds like a fairy tale.”

“I wake up every morning thinking about you.” My head thumps softly against the wall as I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his mouth against my ear. “I go to bed at night thinking about you.” Blood rushes through my veins with the adrenaline his words create. “Please tell me it’s not just me.”
“I’ve been lying in a hospital bed for the past week, thinking of what I’d say when I finally met you, and here I am now and even though I’m talking, I feel completely speechless… And in awe.”
“You’re in awe?” I snort, and then my cheeks burn bright with embarrassment and I avert my gaze to the floor, because I just snorted in front of Brett Madden.
“I would be dead if it weren’t for you.”
“Anyone would have done the same.”
“No. That’s not true. A lot of people would not have done the same. A lot of people would have taken one look at the car and not bothered. Or they would have seen the first flame and ran.” His large hand gently and completely wraps around my biceps, his touch both soothing and inducing heart palpitations. “You’re half my size, you have a child, and you did the impossible, and because you did that, I’m standing here right now.”
“Do you know how many people want you two to get together? You should see all the stuff online.”
“No, thanks.” I fumble with the apron ties around my waist. “Why do people even care? They don’t know us. What happens between us has no impact on them.”
“Because it’s like a fairy tale!”
A fairy tale.
The poor, lonely waitress with a past, the jaded single mother with scars, who scrubs ketchup off tables and serves fries to truck drivers ensnares the rich, gorgeous, kind prince. I guess it’s kind of like Cinderella. Though Cinderella got herself beautiful glass slippers on her night of magic. Mine involved shabby black heels, which were left for dead in a ditch.
He grins sheepishly. “When I went home that night, I told my parents that I was madly in love with this brave and beautiful woman who saved my life.”
Oh my God. My heart’s beating in my throat.
“Of course they convinced me that I was completely overwhelmed and that I needed to get some rest.”
“I’m sure they were right,” I mumble.
“I thought so too, honestly.” He swallows hard. “But then you had to go and be not just brave and beautiful but also humble, and funny, and honest. And I couldn’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to be with you… So I need you to tell me what I need to do for you to give me that chance.” His jaw tenses as he locks eyes with me. “Please.”



“It does feel magical. It does feel like a fairy tale. That a man like Brett – so charming, so talented, so breathtakingly handsome, so seemingly perfect in every way – would become infatuated with an ordinary woman like me.”
“I would be dead if it weren’t for you.”
“Anyone would have done the same.”
“No. That’s not true. A lot of people would not have done the same. A lot of people would have taken one look at the car and not bothered. Or they would have seen the first flame and ran… You’re half my size, you have a child, and you did the impossible, and because you did that, I’m standing here right now.”






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“I’ve never had trouble making friends or finding girlfriends. But it’s always been harder figuring out exactly why they’re there. They say they don’t care who my mom is, or who I am. But everyone’s secretly angling for attention or money, or both. You, though . . . you really aren’t looking for either. Who I am seems to be working against me with you.”

Wondering what kind of example I’m offering my daughter. A mother who has perpetually sad eyes. A mother who hides behind her fear. A mother who has forgotten how to let herself love. A mother who everyone keeps touting as brave but who isn’t, really. Not at all.
“It’s not just the media, Brett.” I wish it were.
“Then what else? You have to tell me.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
He chuckles. “Because I’m crazy about you and you won’t even answer my calls. I need to know how to fix that so you’ll give me a chance. Please.


