Devney Perry is back at it again with book 2 of her Lark Cove series! In this one, we have Willa and Jackson’s story. It was a sweet and absolutely heartwarming story. Yeah, I found myself shaking my head at the ever so clueless Jackson one too many times, but I also admired watching Willa grow from this shy to a confident woman!
After reading Tattered, I wasn’t exactly a huge fan of Jackson, so he definitely had a lot of redeeming to do in this one. And boy it was so much! I wasn’t exactly sold on his quick turn around on his attraction towards Willa. In the beginning, there were definitely more strikes against him. So, I was kept wondering how he’d be able to convince me that he was deserving of the sweet-natured, Willa. But of course, Devney was able to make me fall in love with Jackson!
I loved Willa so much and she was deserving of everything in the world. She’s what I call a silent warrior, she may be shy, but when it comes to the people she cares about, she’s always willing to fight for them. She was accepting and understanding, but also genuine and caring. Willa was such a kind soul, which made her perfect for Jackson. A man who only understood that people constantly leave your life. He was very selective about who he let in and that was Thea and Charlie. He loved very few and he was terrified to open his heart a little bit more.
Devney is an extremely talented writer, I’m constantly getting lost in her stories, filled with emotions spanning from one side of the spectrum to the other. And always by the end, my heart is just full with the way she brings two characters together. They’re always so different but perfectly matched. With every book she releases, I’m constantly falling in love with each and every one of her characters.
I’m forever a fan, so you’re stuck with me 🙂 Can’t wait for the rest of the books in this wonderful series!
I scooched my chair in toward the table, trying to put a little more space between Jackson and me, but he wasn’t having it.
He put both hands on the back of my chair, then leaned in close. “Hi, Willa.”
“Uh . . . hi.” I shivered at the heat from his chest on my bare shoulders.
Why was he standing so close? My parents were right there. Our table was one of four tall, square ones in the center of the room and there was plenty of space between tables.
But was Jackson using any of that plentiful space?
No sirree. He stayed pressed against the back of my chair, like there were only three inches of usable space behind him, not three feet.
My skin prickled he was so close. I tried to nudge my chair forward again but it barely moved. Sweat beaded on my temples and I pulled in a shaking breath.
Jackson’s woodsy, rich scent was everywhere. It overpowered the stale beer, pizza and peanuts, and I inhaled a deep breath, unable to resist.
Sexy Hot Forest. That’s what they’d call his cologne.