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A good follow on to in the Rainbow Cove series and whilst I really enjoyed it, I didn't love it.
The chemistry between the characters was real and intense and whilst I could see and feel the sexual connection every time they were in the same room, I just couldn't get over Curtis' issues over his ex. I feel like the whole him coming full circle was left a little too late and was resolved a little too quickly for my liking.
I do appreciate the fact it wasn't a picture perfect ending and love seeing Logan grow into himself and who he really wants to me.
Once again, the author delivers a good story that keeps you turning the pages and I can't wait too see where she takes the series too next..
looking to try new things. A series of lessons that bring both men more than
they bargained for…
as a chainsaw wood carver, winning national competitions and operating a small
business in Rainbow Cove, Oregon. As winter whittles away his tourist traffic,
his goal is just to survive the season and try to not get lost in grief for his
dead lover. It’s been two years, but he’s sure he’ll never be over the love of
a lifetime. However, his body has a certain restlessness that he doesn’t quite
know how to calm.
restlessness. It’s what drove him to Rainbow Cove to be a chef at a bar and
grill run by his friends. And it’s what drives him to a single sizzling
encounter with the local legendary lumberjack. Both men get far more than they
expected and learn that first impressions aren’t always accurate…
lessons, Curtis must decide how much he’s willing to risk. He knows he can’t
afford to get attached to Logan’s good cooking, his easy smiles, or his
caretaking, but he keeps going back for more, even as deeper emotions become
involved. Soon, Curtis must decide whether to risk his heart again or risk
losing Logan for good.
stand-alone gay romance with a May/December theme, featuring a second chance at
love, opposites attract, loads of sexy times with mild BDSM elements, and one
emotionally-charged, guaranteed happy ending with no cliffhangers.
myself as I celebrated the first good ride of the year, and I was still chilly when I stopped my ride near the jewelry store on 101—the main highway running through Rainbow Cove. I told myself that I’d stopped for some water from my bottle, but I knew it was a weak excuse. Really, I’d been transfixed by the sight of Curtis Hunt carving up a giant tree trunk with his chainsaw.
was a true pleasure. Sweat dripped from his head and back despite the cool temperature, and he worked like a man possessed, moving this way and that around the piece, dancing almost as his chainsaw flitted about with the sort of
grace I’d expect from the jeweler, not this buff lumberjack with heavy machinery.
discarded on a nearby sculpture of a falcon, showing off his shimmering muscles and tats that even from a distance were impressive. For all that the guy had probably fifteen years on me, he was in amazing shape. Hell, if I had ink and muscles like that, I wouldn’t keep my shirt on, either.
mythic fixtures in the area. Curtis had apparently gotten more eccentric since the other guy had passed, moving into the old gas station he used as a gallery for his carvings, growing his own food, and going notoriously cranky about
Curtis didn’t seem to like my friends and me any. Probably wouldn’t appreciate me looking at him like he was a lumbersexual Tumblr all queued up for my viewing pleasure. But damn, those
friend Mason had proposed the idea of the bar and grille here on the coast, I’d leapt at the chance to start fresh, especially since I’d loved the coast from some of my earliest memories of family weekends away.
want some for a special this week?”
chef here, the guy who made the decisions and the specials. I’d had years of sous chef positions in Portland, growing ever more eager for my own menu, one where I could play with sauces and presentation and choose my own local
the freezer and fridge. We’d do most of our business with the endless stacks of burger patties, but I loved changing things up with my daily specials, too.
my friend, who also served as our business manager. “You can try it as a special, but let’s not over-order.”
cheaper options like shepherd’s pie.
to mention the fact that Mason’s police chief boyfriend, Nash Flint, was close friends with Curtis, which meant I’d be in for double the teasing if I let on that I’d let my eyes wander in that direction.
ex, my aikido master, my many opinionated friends, the executive chefs and restaurant managers who hadn’t seen fit to promote me. The silence of the off season meant that for the first time in my life I was finally free to figure
out my own direction, and I intended to seize that. I wasn’t telling Mason, but that was my New Year’s resolution—be the person I’d been reluctant to embrace in Portland. It was high time I took a chance on myself.
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Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.