The reader self-sabotage is over: Finally read a Nichole Van book and, though the way I loved this just further shuns my foolish TBR procrastination, I hope to make up for it as a newly devoted fan. Let my precious sleep hours spent devouring this be my first offering.
She writes so good, my friends! How is this penned so effortlessly sweeping and transporting? How is she making you feel all that achy angst down to your bones? And that brogue? Absolutely no complaints about the writing here. Even the Author’s Notes were delicious (bit miffed I didn't know about her Daniel Craig hero cast until I was done reading- that would've been nice to know). Now I have a major backlist catch-up problem.
It’s interesting how I love to purport my love of broken, burdened, redemption-starved heroes, and yet, when Ms. Van is like “Hold my willow bark tea” and gives me stubbornly flawed Fox Carnegie, all I wanted to do was yell out “WILL YOU JUST RAGE AT HIM, LEAH!” As a hero-centric romance reader I find myself more forgiving to the emotionally stunted bumbler, but he really pushed my forbearance as he’s, not cruel, but so oblivious to her heart. Thankfully as long-suffering Miss Penn-Leith finally puts her proverbial foot down, things are revealed and, once he at length has his lightbulb moment, I was left feeling like there was shown enough rooted goodness in him to then warrant that his grovel and absolution were oh-so satisfying. All this to say, you’re going to probably want to pitch him into Corrie Finn for a minute there, but hang on.
This one’s for all the “invisible” girls long-time pining for a charmer that spared you a glance and made you feel seen, to then just walk away and delete you from his cerebral cortex. Twenty years later we get a one-sided second chance where he’s now life-trampled and desperate enough to be like “Too old and weary for courting. Sick of leaky roof and soggy sandwiches. I’m exhausted, can we just get hitched? So many birds, one stone.” You don’t blame her at all for getting on board, but none of us are prepared for such a bumpy ride. Dilapidated ancient castle, persistent secrets, old letters, hidden passages, Highland landscapes, uncanny mischiveous cat, all the angsty turmoil internal conflict plus threats of unrevealed secrets. I had such a good un-putdownable time with this. Such an amazing story of becoming each other’s safe haven in the storms of loss and grief (one can still rage and then be their safe haven, no? Ok, Leah’s a lot better than me).
I cannot fathom how one could not love those Penn-Leiths. On to searingly insightful, grieving Malcolm’s story.
Content notes: Kissing only. Preoccupation with consummation (discretion for younger audience). Married fade to black scene and allusions to further intimacy. Innuendo from village gossips. Hero is recovering addict, suffers from PTSD and alcoholism. Not a small amount of on page drunkenness. Some language: da*n, h*ll. Predominant theme of grief and loss. *MIGHT SPOIL* On page stillborn birth and maternal death for secondary character. Mention of unwed pregnancy by secondary characters.