Whether you choose to call this destiny or instalove, there’s no denying that this couple falls for each other in no time at all. Though it takes a few tries to get things right, they’re meant to be together. It’s the kind of light, chemistry-filled romance that feels like a bit of a whirlwind – but mostly a good one. I loved the easy, sweet yet sexy feel and the connection between these two. And while the instalove got to me at times, I enjoyed this one the whole way through.
The story follows Nick and Natalie, two strangers who have a chance encounter one night. They hit it off and feel an instant spark between them, but the timing isn’t right. Not only do they live on different sides of the country, but they barely know anything about each other. But when fate brings them back together a few months later, Nick knows that he’s not letting his girl get away a second time. They may not know each other well, but that doesn’t mean they’re not meant to be.
I’m not a second chance romance girl, but I’ve been meaning to check out this author’s work. So I was pleasantly surprised to discover that it’s really not what I would call a second chance romance at all. Nick and Natalie share one mostly platonic evening together, and it’s only once they separate that they realize how much of an impression they made on each other. I loved the sweetness of this story and all of the romantic vibes – Nick is determined to keep his girl, and that was great to see. Yes, the instalove is a bit much at times. This is 100% love at first sight, and not everyone is going to be okay with that. But I enjoyed this overall and really liked the author’s writing style, so I’ll definitely be checking out more. It’s sexy without being crazy steamy, light without feeling fluffy, and emotional without being angsty.
~ The universe shifts, and our stars realign. ~
I’d sworn off men. And then I met Nick Christiansen.
Technically, I fell for him, literally, the moment I landed in his quarterback-sized arms and looked into those soulful eyes. I blame the rum. Or was it tequila?
Spoiler alert: It was those delectable dimples.
Either way, Nick was stupidly handsome and ridiculously charming. He held me like he cared and listened to me like I mattered. Captivated by great conversation and rock-hard abs, Nick had me reconsidering the “No Men” promise I’d made myself.
I still regret walking away the next day.
I can’t stop thinking about the one who got away. But then I run right into Natalie St. James.
She’s still unwittingly gorgeous, if not more so, and as wildly quirky as I remember.
Sidebar: She’s on a date.
What do I expect? For her to still be thinking about me?
I still regret what happens next.
We didn’t get the love story we deserved the first time, then I screwed up our second chance. When the universe shifts and our stars realign, is the third time a charm?
He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “About that date? The offer still stands if you’re up for it.”
Checking my watch, I purse my lips in thought. “I don’t know. I’m coming off a bad date, so that puts a lot of pressure on you to redeem my night. If you don’t, that will be two bad dates in one night. Might be a record.”
“I’m up for the challenge.” I knew he was, but I love that he takes the bait . . . I mean, up to the task. When he looks at me, it’s as if he sees my thoughts, and my cheeks heat in response. Taking a few steps closer, so close that my eyes dip closed as if I’m about to be kissed, he says, “As I see it, we have several options.”
Playing off how bad I just misread that situation—again, I might add, recalling the last rejection from him that I barely survived—I tap my eye as if dust invaded the corner. “Sorry,” I reply, blinking like a crazy person. Lowering my arm, I latch my good eye onto him. “Several options, you say? Do tell.”
He gives me a second full once-over and then rubs the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip as if he’s devising a plan. The intensity of his eyes lands back on me. “We can get a drink at a nearby bar. Or maybe you’re up to hang out at my hotel suite . . . or your place. Whatever you want to do, I’m all yours.”
A smirk splits his lips. “Since Catalina, but that’s old news, and I want to hear about the new you.”
“Natalie in New York versus you in California.”
Undecided on what I want to do, I look down the street one way and then the other, but with him standing so close, his scent has our past trickling back into my memories. I turn back to face him. “I know a place not too far from here. It’s low-key at this hour, but then turns into an after-hours dance club.”
“I prefer low key.”
“Then we have ourselves a date.”
We make it to the corner before he says, “You look good, by the way.”
“Thanks. You aren’t so shabby yourself.” The sound of his laughter is addicting, and don’t get me started on that cute smile. I’d almost forgotten about those dimples.
He playfully knocks his elbow into mine. “Looking on the bright side paid off.”
“You told me that if we look on the bright side, we won’t be strangers the next time we meet. And here we are—not strangers.”
“At the time, it was one of my wiser pieces of free advice.”
“What about now?”
“I’d tell you to get my phone number. Much wiser, but you know, we could reintroduce ourselves and share our numbers just in case one of us goes MIA.” Hint. Hint. Hint.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, lives in the capital of Texas with her family. Besides writing, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a great plot twist, as well as dreams of seeing one of her own books on the big screen one day. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.
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