💙Review💙
Violet is the host of a radio show whose husband passed away and she is faced with returning to her hometown. She isn’t prepared to handle all the memories as they had been together since they were teenagers but with the help of her friend Soraya and an encounter with a stranger at a bar she may have found a way to make the situation easier.
Oliver’s reputation as a womanizer precedes him thanks to his appearance on a dating show. When he meets Violet, she inspires feelings in him that he has never felt before, so a road trip seems like a win-win for both of them. The trip brings them closer, but will his secret destroy the future they could have together, or will he be able to win back the heart of the only woman he has ever loved?
Humor, heat and heart as both Oliver and Violet are at a crossroads in life and couldn’t have come together at a better time.
- I despise whipped cream. There, I admitted it in writing. Let the ridiculing begin.
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Even though I have lived as far south as Key Largo, Florida, and as far north as Maine, I landed in the middle.
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If I don’t make a conscious effort not to, I will drink nothing but tea morning, noon, and night. Hot tea, sweet tea, green tea––I love it all.
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There doesn’t seem to be much in life that is better than coming home to a couple of big dogs who are overjoyed to see me. My other family members usually show significantly less enthusiasm about my return.
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Singing in my bestest, loudest voice does not make my family put on their happy faces. This includes the big, loving dogs referenced above.
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Yes, I am aware that bestest is not a word.
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Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home.
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All of the numerous bottles in my shower must be lined up with their labels facing out. It makes me feel a little like Julia Roberts’ mean husband from the movie Sleeping with the Enemy, but I can’t seem to control this particular quirk.
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I love, love, love finding a great bargain!
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Did I mention that I hate whipped cream? It makes my stomach churn to look at it, touch it, smell it, or even think about it. Great––now I’m thinking about it. Ick!






