Thursday, September 6, 2018

Timid (Lark Cove #2) by Devney Perry

Willa Doon has always been shy. Her quiet demeanor was something she’s always embraced. That is, until Jackson Page moves to town. The one man she desperately wants to take notice struggles to remember her name.

Year after year, Willa stands by, watching as the bartender slash playboy drowns his demons in beer and sex. Then one night, he shows up at her door, suddenly aware that the girl he’s seen around Lark Cove is now a beautiful woman.

Except what he doesn’t remember is that this visit isn’t his first. They spent a night together once before. A night he’s forgotten, thanks to a bottle of tequila.

A night that crushed a timid girl’s heart, and set a broken man on the path to heal them both.

4.5 Stars

I cant' say it enough. I love this series. I love this author's work. I've been waiting for Willa and Jackson's book, since we've met them in Tattered. The mystery and heartbreak of these characters were just a tease in that first book, and Timid did not disappoint. 

I love Willa's character. There's a "Willa" who lives inside all of us women. She's shy, timid, and can be fiercely protective when she wants. Willa Doon had a mad crush on the new comer in Lark Cove, Jackson Page, as a teen. And over the years, she's had her eye on Jackson from afar, hoping that he would take notice of her. But he never does,  until one night. But that night just happened to be a disaster. 

Jackson lived a tough life, but he's settled in Lark Cove. He has his bar and best friends who are family and just lives being a bachelor. Then he starts to realize the shy Willa, but becoming her friend isn't easy.  

I've become a big fan of Devney Perry's book and can't get enough of  her story-telling. She knows how to hook you into the lives of her characters. Her books are sweet, sexy and always has a mysterious component. Looking forward to more. 

I scooched my chair in toward the table, trying to put a little more space between Jackson and me, but he wasn’t having it.

He put both hands on the back of my chair, then leaned in close. “Hi, Willa.”

“Uh . . . hi.” I shivered at the heat from his chest on my bare shoulders.

Why was he standing so close? My parents were right there. Our table was one of four tall, square ones in the center of the room and there was plenty of space between tables.
Plenty. P-L-E-N-T-Y.

But was Jackson using any of that plentiful space?

No sirree. He stayed pressed against the back of my chair, like there were only three inches of usable space behind him, not three feet.

My skin prickled he was so close. I tried to nudge my chair forward again but it barely moved. Sweat beaded on my temples and I pulled in a shaking breath.

Jackson’s woodsy, rich scent was everywhere. It overpowered the stale beer, pizza and peanuts, and I inhaled a deep breath, unable to resist.

Sexy Hot Forest. That’s what they’d call his cologne.

Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media.

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