Tuesday 20 July 2021

🍎🍏🍎 Sarina Bowen 🍨 WAYLAID 🍨 #TrueNorth8 🍨 standalone 🍎🍏🍎

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• True North series #8
• 20 July 2021

• standalone - but PLEASE read the amazing first 7 books too! ☺

• check out our 
 Review  for book #1
• check out our  Review  for book #2
• check out our  Review  for book #3
• check out our  Review  for book #4
• 
check out our  Review  for book #5

• check out our  Review  for book #6
• check out our  Review  for book #7

★★★★★
5 Stars

It’s a tale as old as time: the bad boy meets the good girl. He makes a daring proposition. Then the boy gets a mysterious head injury and loses a year of his life

The first time I meet Rickie, I don’t know what to make of him. The second time we meet, he doesn’t remember the six hours we spent together. Or standing me up afterward.


I’m not the same, either. I’ve got secrets. I’ve told lies. Bad boys aren’t my type, anyway. Even the ones with troubled gray eyes.


But now we’re roommates. Cue the awkward moments in the hallway when he’s wearing only a towel and a smile. He’s determined to win me over, and his talented hands weaken my resolve.


It’s all fun and games until my past rears its ugly head and his secrets come to light, shaking our fragile connection, maybe even breaking it


Note: this is Daphne Shipley's story. Contents include Vermonty ice cream flavors, nerdy awkwardness, tattoos, and a playboy grandpa.
 






Daphne + Rickie.
We all remember them from previous books. But this is obviously a standalone!
It's the summer and Rickie is staying at his roommate Dylan Shipley's farm to work and to save some money by renting out his house in Burlington.
Daphne is also back home from her fancy college - she's going to Moo U after the summer too.
But why? What happened to her back there?
And what happened to Rickie? Why can't he remember that he met Daphne before???
Whatever it is ... it definitely doesn't stop him from flirting with her like crazy! 

Let the fun times begin ...






This book was just as beautiful and adorable and funny and sweet and sexy and heartbreaking and farmish and Vermontish as all the other books in this amazing series!

It started a tiny little bit confusing for me. I'm not even sure why though. I read the blurb and then started reading and it didn't really fit with what I just read about the story... but it got better really fast.

You just have to love this world. The Shipleys and everything Vermont!
I want to move there and join the family dinners and drink Griffin's cider all day long!

I just read the following in my review for the last book in this series - Dylan's book:

I loved this book. I loved alll the people - the Shipley's and the neighbors and Dylan's roommate Rickie! I so need to read his book next please!
(Did anyone else get massive Win from the Myron Bolitar series by Harlan Coben vibes from Rickie??)
I never want this series to end!


Now that I read Rickie's book ... the Win vibes got a bit lost for me. I still loved him and he's still amazing, but he's also just way too jokey flirty silly for my tastes.
Which doesn't mean that I hated Rickie and his book. NO! I loved him!
He's using all his charm and fun flirting to cover up his pain. Poor guy.

Rickie and Daphne's story was great!
It was funny, sweet, frustrating, mysterious, dangerous, scary, sexy. Really interesting and exciting. I loved reading it!

What else it there to say.... I just love this series. I loved this 8th story. I never want this series to end. And I need these books to be on Netflix asap! PLEASE!


WAYLAID was such an adorable & beautiful & funny & sexy & collegy & vermonty & farmy & excting love story!
I just adored it!

Run to your nearest amazon for your own Rickie - he'll be sold out in no time!!! 





ARC received for an honest review.

*cheers* Go Rickie! Go Rickie! Go Rickie!

Aaaand now that I have aged myself, I just want to say I abso-freaking-lutely LOVED w
Waylaid.
 
I have been pining for Rickie and Daphne's story since Heartland, and Ms Bowen has not disappointed.
 
While I was expecting a book full of fun loving, flirty Rickie, we got so much more.
 
We got heartache, fun, flirt and a beautiful slow burn between our lovelies.
 
I adore Daphne, but Rickie is fire and I don't ever want that fire doused.  We know something has happened to him, but watching him all fun and smiles when he is hurting so much endeared him to my cold, black heart lol
 
Believe me when I tell you that you do NOT want to miss this story!
 
I loved being back at Shipley Farms with an extended family that I just can't get enough of. I want this series to go on forever!
 



• EXCERPT •

I read all the way to the highway exit, but I only get halfway through the first article. It’s dense and full of statistical analysis that’s over my head.

 

By the time Rickie rolls down the exit ramp, I feel the onset of a full-blown case of imposter syndrome. Dr. Drummond is expecting me to be sharp. What if they ask me to work on this type of analysis, and I can’t do it?

 

“I see the ice cream place,” Rickie says. “But there’s no entrance back onto the highway. What the hell?”

 

“Doesn’t matter,” I mumble. “It’s three miles down a side road to exit 6.” I close the journal with a sigh. I feel so panicky right now. I’ve always tried to be the smartest girl in the room. But it’s all an act. I’m obviously the worst kind of dunce—the kind that can’t see her own mistakes until it’s way too late. (See: the last twelve months of my life.)

 

Is it normal to have a midlife crisis right before your twenty-first birthday?

 

Rickie rolls into the gravel parking lot of the Dreamy Creemee and puts the truck in a shady spot. He rolls down the windows before killing the engine. It’s getting toward dinner hour, so there aren’t many people here. Just a couple of moms pushing toddlers on the swing set.

 

And I’m quietly having a panic attack in the passenger seat.

 

I take a slow but shaky breath. Do I even want ice cream? Is there a flavor on that signboard that could take me out of my own head? I reach for the door handle, but Rickie stops me.

 

“Look," he says. "About that time we shared a ride home from Connecticut...”

 

“No,” I say forcefully. If he makes me relive that embarrassing experience, I might lose my cool. “Just forget it, okay? So what if you ghosted me?”

 

His eyes widen. But my rant is only picking up steam.

 

“None of that matters. I didn’t even blame you. And the only way I'm going to make it through this year is if I put Connecticut behind me, okay? Just leave it alone.”

 

My voice cracks on that last word, and I realize that I might actually cry. Which is a thing I never do. But Harkness College was my dream, and I blew it. My damn eyes get hot and my throat constricts.

 

“S-so just forget it," I squeak. “It's already in the past. It can just stay there.”

 

Rickie's gray eyes are soft now. And they're moving closer. To my utter surprise, he leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips.

 

So soft, my brain sputters.

 

“Shh,” he says against my lips. His kiss is warm and unhurried. Like a ray of sunshine when you’re shivering.

 

For once, my squirrel brain forgets to scurry. And I just let it happen. He kisses me again. It’s still gentle. His bright eyes measure me. I don’t know what he sees. But whatever it is, he decides he likes it.

 

Those soft lips brush and press. Again. And I'm only human. Rickie's surprisingly tender kiss has caught me at a vulnerable moment. I lean in, experimenting with the slide and pressure of his mouth against mine. A sizzle of heat flashes across my skin. It’s the strangest sensation—as if he’s transferred an ounce of that devil-may-care attitude across the steering column and right into my soul. I drink him in, lips parted. Ready for him to take it further.

 

But then it ends. Rickie sits back, his head cocked to the side, as if in deep contemplation.

 

I’m bereft. “Wh-what was that for?” I stammer.

 

I expect a smirk. But his expression remains soft. “You seemed a little freaked. So I brought you to an ice cream place on a hot summer’s day. But that wasn’t enough, apparently. You needed even more distraction. So I gave it to you. And I’m good at that. A real specialist.”

 

Replying is impossible. All I can do is sit here and try to process that kiss. That lovely kiss.

 

He really has some nerve.

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Sarina Bowen writes steamy, angsty Contemporary Romance and New Adult fiction from the wilds of Vermont.

She is the author of The Ivy Years, an award-winning series set amid the hockey team at an elite Connecticut college.

Waiting for more Ivy Years? You can read more about upcoming volumes in the four book series at http://www.sarinabowen.com/theivyyears

Also, the Gravity series.

Sarina enjoys skiing, espresso drinks and the occasional margarita. She lives with her family, eight chickens and more ski gear and hockey equipment than seems necessary.

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