Chloe Peterson is having a bad night. A really bad night. The large bruise on her cheek can attest to that. And when her car skids off the side of a wet country road straight into a ditch, she’s convinced even the gorgeous guy who rescues her in the middle of the rain storm must be too good to be true. Or is he?
As a successful photographer who frequently travels around the world, Chase Sullivan has his pick of beautiful women, and whenever he’s home in San Francisco, one of his seven siblings is usually up for causing a little fun trouble. Chase thinks his life is great just as it is—until the night he finds Chloe and her totaled car on the side of the road in Napa Valley. Not only has he never met anyone so lovely, both inside and out, but he quickly realizes she has much bigger problems than her damaged car. Soon, he is willing to move mountains to love—and protect—her, but will she let him?
Chloe vows never to make the mistake of trusting a man again. Only, with every loving look Chase gives her—and every sinfully sweet caress—as the attraction between them sparks and sizzles, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the only exception. And although Chase didn’t realize his life was going to change forever in an instant, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether…for Chloe’s heart.
The Look of Love is such a sweet book! This lovely romance introduces the charming Sullivan family with an epic, sweet love story.
Chloe was a fighter. Though life has thrown quite a few hurdles at her, she overcame each one and came out strong. However, her life experiences also made her very wary of trusting anyone-especially men. But, of course, that doesn't stand in the way-too much-when Chase comes into the picture. I really did like Chloe. She was an admirable heroine that stayed strong through adversity. Really a lovely heroine.
Chase was a sweetheart. It is impossible not to fall in love with him. He's such a gentleman, he was sweet, loving, basically everything a hero in a romance should be. I adored him.
Chloe and Chase were a cute couple. Chase was sooo sweet to Chloe. They were a perfect couple-one that I was so glad to see get their happy ending.
The rest of the Sullivan family are, of course, introduced. Each one is charming and likable. It will be wonderful seeing each one find their happily ever after.
The plot went quickly, for the most part, but it stalled a couple of times. Nothing terrible, but that kept me from being absolutely riveted. The ending was, as I mentioned before, very sweet. And it leads in to book two-Marcus' story.
The Look of Love is a delightfully sweet romance that will appeal to any lovers of the genre. Romance lovers, this is your book.
*I received a free copy in exchange for an honest review
I hope you enjoy this peek into The Look of Love:
Chase almost missed the flickering light off on the right side of the two-lane country
road. In the past thirty minutes, he hadn’t passed a single car, because on a night like this, most
sane Californians—who didn’t know the first thing about driving safely in inclement weather—
Knowing better than to slam on the brakes—he wouldn’t be able to help whomever was
stranded on the side of the road if he ended up stuck in the muddy ditch right next to them—
Chase slowed down enough to see that there was definitely a vehicle stuck in the ditch.
He turned his brights on to see better in the pouring rain and realized there was a person
walking along the edge of the road about a hundred yards up ahead. Obviously hearing his
car approach, she turned to face him and he could see her long wet hair whipping around her
shoulders in his headlights.
Wondering why she wasn’t just sitting in her car, dry and warm, calling Triple A and
waiting for them to come save her, he pulled over to the edge of his lane and got out to try and
help her. She was shivering as she watched him approach.
“Are you hurt?”
She covered her cheek with one hand, but shook her head. “No."
He had to move closer to hear her over the sound of the water hitting the pavement in
what were rapidly becoming hailstones. Even though he’d turned his headlights off, as his eyes
quickly adjusted to the darkness, he was able to get a better look at her face.
Something inside of Chase’s chest clenched tight.
Despite the long, dark hair plastered to her head and chest, regardless of the fact that
looking like a drowned rat wasn’t too far off the descriptive mark, her beauty stunned him.
In an instant, his photographer’s eye cataloged her features. Her mouth was a little too
big, her eyes a little too wide-set on her face. She wasn’t even close to model thin, but given the
way her T-shirt and jeans stuck to her skin, he could see that she wore her lush curves well. In
the dark he couldn’t judge the exact color of her hair, but it looked like silk, perfectly smooth and
straight where it lay over her breasts.
It wasn’t until Chase heard her say, “My car is definitely hurt, though,” that he realized
he had completely lost the thread of what he’d come out here to do.
Knowing he’d been drinking her in like he was dying of thirst, he worked to recover his
balance. He could already see he’d been right about her car. It didn’t take a mechanic like his
brother, Zach, who owned an auto shop—more like forty, but Chase had stopped counting years
ago—to see that her shitty hatchback was borderline totaled. Even if the front bumper wasn’t
half smashed to pieces by the white farm fence she’d slid into, her bald tires weren’t going to get
any traction on the mud. Not tonight, anyway.
If her car had been in a less precarious situation, he probably would have sent her to hang
out in her car while he took care of getting it unstuck. But one of her back tires was hanging
precariously over the edge of the ditch.
He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Get in my car. We can wait there for a tow
truck.” He was vaguely aware of his words coming out like an order, but the hail was starting to
sting, damn it. Both of them needed to get out of the rain before they froze.
But the woman didn’t move. Instead, she gave him a look that said he was a complete
and utter nut-job.
“I’m not getting into your car.”
Realizing just how frightening it must be for a lone woman to end up stuck and alone in
the middle of a dark road, Chase took a step back from her. He had to speak loudly enough for
her to hear him over the hail.
“I’m not going to attack you. I swear I won’t do anything to hurt you.”
She all but flinched at the word attack and Chase’s radar started buzzing. He’d never
been a magnet for troubled women, wasn’t the kind of guy who thrived on fixing wounded birds.
But living with two sisters for so many years meant he could always tell when something was up.
And something was definitely up with this woman, beyond the fact that her car was half-
stuck in a muddy ditch.
Wanting to make her feel safe, he held his hands up. “I swear on my father’s grave, I’m
not going to hurt you. It’s okay to get into my car.” When she didn’t immediately say no again,
he pressed his advantage with, “I just want to help you.” And he did. More than it made sense to
want to help a stranger. “Please,” he said. “Let me help you.”
She stared at him for a long moment, hail hammering between them, around them, onto
them. Chase found himself holding his breath, waiting for her decision. It shouldn’t matter to
him what she decided.
But, for some strange reason, it did.
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