A lot has changed for musical prodigy Finn Farrell since he spent his summers practicing with his piano teacher—and falling for her socialite niece, Carly Maxwell. After blowing his audition for Julliard, Finn turned his back on performing, his romance with Carly collateral damage.
When their paths cross a decade later, it’s impossible to ignore how much they’ve grown apart. But what hasn’t changed is how comfortably they fit, or their heart-pounding attraction. Now a high-powered executive, Carly has a life a world away from songwriter Finn’s, but she has big dreams for both of them, if she can show Finn he’s worth it.
Joan Kilby is the award-winning author of thirty contemporary romance novels. Originally from Canada, Joan studied to be a marine biologist and worked for many years in the field of environmental biology. In mid-life she returned to her first love--writing--and never looked back. These days Joan lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and three children. She loves to cook and grows her own herbs, fruit and vegetables. Other interests include hiking, yoga and travel. She once spent six months sailing the South Pacific on a fifty-five foot sailboat built and skippered by her father. Joan belongs to Toastmasters International and is an accomplished speaker--teaching romance writing and giving talks to community organizations. When she’s not working on her latest book she can often be found in a sidewalk café, sipping a latte and indulging in her favorite occupation--people watching.
This book struck an immediate chord by being set in a town I know well. It was especially fun to recognize specific place names used, although I was a bit taken aback when Teddy Bear Beach was mentioned. Teddy Bear Cove made a "name" for itself among locals when it was a clothing-optional beach, which I discovered was still in use when I was riding the train and a pair of sunbathers sans everything except their sunglasses and smiles waved as we went by! To think that these characters took a toddler there was a bit of a start.
Nevertheless, in this story, we get to know Finn Farrell, an LA-based musical genius unappreciated by his parents, whose making a bit of a name for himself as a songwriter, though not a performer. Not since an episode that destroyed his confidence that he could do so on stage. His best friends from years back is Carly Maxwell. She's no longer living their hometown either, having gone to NYC to become a bigtime executive recruitment consultant.
Both Finn and Carly come home to Fairhaven following the death of Carly's aunt, who leaves her big house to Carly. She doesn't want to sell it, but her life is in New York City now. And Finn? He still can't face his parents, with whom he's been estranged for the last 12 years. But while Carly begins preparing the house for sale, she and Finn begin a relationship that holds lots of hope--if only they weren't residing on separate coasts.
Carly wonders if all that prestige in her NYC high rise office is worth having work weekends and holidays. Finn needs to come to terms with his inability to perform in front of an audience if his musical career is ever going to really take off, but how can he do so when he says he'll do an open mic gig and then doesn't show. A second time he breaks Carly's heart and his own.
How this story ends is worth learning about on one's own, and I won't spoil it. Suffice it to say that the big red setter of Carly's aunt, temporarily boarding with Finn, may have an opportunity to come back to the yard in Fairhaven. But will it be with the couple who want to buy the house, or someone else?
Well, it never fails with Harlequin books these days. Almost every one has a doozy of an error in them these days. It's almost as if the editors just don't give a fuck about accuracy anymore. This one is so laughable that it might just mean this book is DNFed (well, the rest of the book isn't too shit hot also, so there's that to). So we have a runaway dog, and the hero tells the heroine that his dog ran away when he was a kid too. So the heroine says, "I guess they didn't microchip dogs' ears back then." What the actual fuck? Does the author have any idea just how fucking big a microchip for animals is? Then take a gander at the ears of just about every single breed of dog. Well first off, ears are all cartilage for the most part so the microchip just isn't going to get in there. Second it would hurt the animal to put it there. Microchips go in the scruff of the neck - you know, between the shoulder blades. They TATTOO a dog's ear for identification.