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Wren Ballard is trying to find herself.
She never expected to be divorced at twenty-seven, but now that the court date has passed, it’s official. The paperwork is final. Her feelings on it aren’t.
Spending the summer in a small mountain town outside Seattle is exactly what she needs. The peaceful scenery is a given, the cat with the croaky meow is a surprise, but the real kicker? A broody neighbor with nice arms, a strange reputation, and absolutely no interest in her.
Anderson Black is perfectly fine being lost.
He doesn’t care about the town’s new resident — he’s too busy fighting his own demons. But when he’s brought face to face with Wren, he can see her still-fresh wounds from a mile away. What he doesn’t see coming is his need to know who put them there — or his desperation to mend them.
Sometimes getting lost is the way to find yourself. Sometimes healing only adds a new scar. And sometimes the last place you expected to be is exactly where you find home.
I had just grabbed my oversized hat and slipped my sunglasses on when I spotted Anderson walking up the drive with a large trash bag slung over his shoulder. He wore a simple, black V-neck and distressed jeans, an outfit way too dark and hot for the heat. A light sheen of sweat gathered on his neck as he made his way toward my cabin, his eyes hidden behind all-black sunglasses.
“Change your mind?” I asked, not even fighting the grin on my face as I walked outside and leaned against the banister.
Anderson squinted up at me, his boots heavy as they hit each stair. “About?”
“Tubing?” I asked. That was why he was here, right?
“Oh.” He shook his head as he hit the top stair, shrugging the bag off his shoulders to hold it by the neck in one fist. “No, I have somewhere to be…” His voice trailed off, and even through the tinted shades of his glasses I felt his eyes on my chest. I’d strapped on my favorite boho print bathing suit and paired it with a dainty gold chain that wrapped around my neck once before dipping between my chest and crossing over my ribs.
He sniffed, holding the bag out toward me. “I just came to drop these off. My clothes. Well, the ones that could probably use a little TLC.”
My eyes lit up and I reached for the bag, but Anderson snatched it back, brows shooting up into his forehead.
“No frills, Wren.”
I threw my hands up in surrender. “I promise.”
He smirked, just slightly, and handed the bag over, tucking his hands in his front pockets.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” I asked, peering into the bag at my project before setting it just inside the cabin and locking the door behind me.
“I can’t,” he said, lips pressed together. He was tense, the muscles on his forearms tight as he glanced around at pretty much everything but me.
I opened my mouth to ask why but was cut off by the sound of a truck flying into my drive, tires sliding against the gravel.
Tucker was in the driver’s seat with Davie in the passenger. Sarah and Yvette sat in the back, laughing with their hands up as the truck skidded to a stop. They were both sprawled out on a pile of tubes, wearing bathing suit tops and tiny shorts.
All of their faces froze when they saw Anderson.
“Hey, you ready, Wren?” Tucker asked warily, his eyes moving from where Anderson stood in front of me, to me, and back again.
“Yeah, one sec!” I called back.
I turned to Anderson, but his eyes were hard on Tucker, jaw ticking under his skin. When he faced me once more, an anchor fell from my throat into the pit of my stomach, immobilizing me completely. Because even though I ‘d tried to convince myself I was wrong, I recognized the look in his eyes.
And when his nose flared and he took one big step toward me, our chests brushing, his hand reaching out to rest almost imperceptibly on my hip, the anchor in my stomach exploded into flames, burning a desire so fierce I inhaled a toxic breath and didn’t let it go.
“Be careful, okay?” His eyes locked on mine just before he leaned in and swiftly kissed my cheek.
He turned on his heel and jogged down the stairs and past the truck. Sarah called his name, but he didn’t acknowledge her, just kept his gaze forward until he’d disappeared from view.
And then everyone looked at me.
Having it all …..
It seems like a simple phrase yet it holds the power to make or break your happiness. For Wren – life seemed to be perfect to anyone ‘looking in’. After graduating college – Wren opened her own boutique, began designing her own clothes, and married the man that would be the envy of many. What no one could see was the slow crumbling of Wren’s marriage. The fissure that began to divide Wren from her husband. The invisible line that each dared the other to cross. An unknown thread that was unraveling faster and faster each day.
Recovering from a divorce is never easy. It also doesn’t help when your creativity has fizzled as well. For Wren – living life without the future she believed she would have leaves her feeling ‘lost’. What she needs most is to discover what makes her happy once more. Needing to find some tranquility leads her to the mountains outside of Seattle. A run down cabin is just the thing that captures Wren’s attention. Well….that and the handsome man that lives in the neighborhood.
Anderson is the epitome of broody. Events from his past have shaped Anderson into the man he is today. One that no longer socializes, who is sullen, and is determined to punish himself for the loss of his beloved cousin. When Anderson notices Wren moving down the street, he quickly realizes that her soul is as tortured as his own. In spite of his reluctance to interact with Wren, Anderson quickly finds that he cannot stay away from the pull that Wren has upon his soul. A brief reprieve from the darkness that threatens to swallow his heart again.
Neither Wren nor Anderson is looking for a relationship. What they can’t ignore is the haunting call from the other’s soul. An attraction that heals the very essence that ignites a spirit that both thought fizzles out of their lives. Now the question lingers where do they go from here? Wren has a life to go back to. Anderson needs to learn to live again. How can this feeling that started out as desperation survive once Wren’s time in the cabin is over?
Such a profound journey for Wren and Anderson unfolds between the pages of Revelry. A soulful experience for both characters that pulls you into the desperation, the longing, the love. The connection that Anderson found in Wren was so beautifully written. From the funny moments to the painful realizations….all of it kept me glued to my reader.
Wren faced a difficult crossroad in her life. One that is so relatable. It’s that emptiness that someone feels when you lose a piece of yourself. How do you find it again? For Anderson – the devastation and loss he feels over the death of his cousin has left a void that even he never wanted to fill. Then Wren changed everything that Anderson thought he knew. She gave him the hope that he thought would never enter his battered heart again. Together – they found a cleansing that both desperately sought.
Revelry is the kind of book that so many people can relate to. The tragedy, heartache, and the longing combine with some funny moments that pull you into Wren and Andersons tale. A beautifully written and very well thought out story that you will remember after that last page. This journey of second chances and amazing friendships is a ‘must read’ for readers of all genres.