Nora Simmons experienced her first kiss when she was just ten years old. Ben Hollister was twelve and visiting his grandparents in Nora's hometown, Emmett's Mill. But after that summer—and one very memorable kiss—Ben and Nora didn't see each other again. Until now…
Ben, who's become a high-powered lawyer, has inherited his grandparents' rambling old Victorian, which he plans to sell. He needs Nora, the town's best landscaper, to help him get the house in shape.
As much as they fight their attraction, it's obvious the sparks are still there. So Nora doesn't understand why Ben wants to leave Emmett's Mill—leave her—again.…
This one’s part of a series but you don’t need to have read the other books to jump into this one.
Nora has a fairly short temper here, I don’t mind that, I get annoyed, too, that’s relatable, but way too often the animosity between she and Ben felt like it was whipped up out of thin air, I wanted stronger reasons for her constantly storming out, and I wanted more substantial conflict between them, especially given that their hot and cold romance was pretty much the only thing happening in this novel and the contrived nature of their interactions got old kind of fast.
The best Harlequin Super Romance titles generally included more than romance, a secondary plot of some sort, other aspects of the hero and heroine’s lives aside from each other, etc.. But this one left unrealized potential on the table.
This could have explored Nora’s bond with the elderly woman whose garden she tended. It could have shown more of her best friend’s romance. It could have delved more into the differences between how Nora and her sister think their dad should be treated. It could have leaned into the grandfather’s clients using the barter system and done a fish out of water thing by showing big city, big money Ben exasperated by taking over the practice and dealing with these quirky people, that could have had a Northern Exposure feel but with a lawyer instead of a doctor.
All of those ideas were in this novel, unfortunately, nothing much was done with any of them.