Series: Northern Lights, #2
Genres: Romantic Suspense
I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
What if one morning you look in the mirror and no longer recognize the person looking back?
When Leelo can no longer identify herself by the roles that once defined her, it's both terrifying and liberating. Oh, she feels the loss, the grief, and then the anger, but when she inherits property up north, she jumps at the promise of freedom and independence.
Yet not everyone in her new community is what they seem, starting with the surly mountain man down the road.
As owner of the local fishing lodge, Roar is content with his everyday life. And the older he gets, the less he appreciates change. So when a blue-haired, tattooed ‘city girl’ moves into the old motel, shaking up his daily routine, he’s none too pleased.
Still, something about the woman’s easy smile and almost reckless grit has him step up as her keeper
This is the second book in the Northern Lights series, set in Canada, and it’s a Standalone. I love books that feature older characters because they’re usually a little more emotionally mature and have had a more interesting story to tell. They don’t necessarily have less drama or baggage. Such is the case with A Change of View in which the main characters are in their forties. I’ve read several of Ms. Barker’s books, I really love her writing, and this one is my favorite so far!
Lilith “Leelo” Talbot inherited her uncle’s motel, on the shores of Whitefish Lake in the Great North, close to Wawa. He had owned it for twenty years and Leelo had never been there before. Uncle Sam would go see them every year, and spend the holidays with her family, and every year she’d always promised to go visit. After Sam’s health had declined, he’d spent the last five years in a nursing home before he died and, the Whitefish Motel had sat alone and abandoned.
Leelo will soon to be 46 years old and it seems the perfect time and place to start over. When her husband had walked out of their marriage she’d fallen apart for a few years and as a result had alienated her children, Gwen and Matt, who had sided with their father. Leelo’s decided to move on from her mistakes, give them time, and mend fences with them. So, with her hair tinted blue and a sleeve of tattoos, she’s decided to move to the lake and prove to everyone that she’ll be just fine. With a limited budget to fix it up and plans to do it herself, with YouTube videos to teach her, what could go wrong?
Riordan “Roar” Doyle is the owner of Jackson’s Point Lodge and the closest neighbor to the Whitefish Motel. He’s served in Afghanistan for 3 tours, and after losing his best friend in the war, he bought the Lodge years ago and it’s a popular spot on the lake. At 45, he pretty much does what he wants and doesn’t have or need anyone to share his life. When he spots his new neighbor, trying to fix the roof of one of her cabins during a thunderstorm, he has to check it out. Is the idiot woman trying to kill herself?
“So what is your interest in my mom?”
“I don’t know. I could tell you I’m being a good neighbour, and perhaps it started out that way, but it’s not that anymore. Your mom is different. She stands out. She’s got balls, coming out here to try and build a life. It’s hard enough for those of us who’ve lived here all our lives. She’s got every damn odd stacked against her, but I’d really like to see her succeed.”
Oh, I loved this story! Both Leelo and Roar have been around the block and are a little wary. Neither of them is looking for someone, and if they were, they wouldn’t have picked each other out. Leelo keeps surprising Roar, she’s nothing like he’d imagined, and looks are definitely deceiving. And while Roar is a man of few words, his actions speak volumes.
“He is confusing me, and I don’t like being confused. Hell, in one of the first interactions we had, the man was boasting about cleaning some chick named Charlie’s pipes—I hated on sight—but he proved himself to be a pretty good guy, instead. A good neighbour. And I could really use one, given that I was way out of my depth when I moved my life up here. He’s been a lifesaver more than once.”
But life is funny, bringing total strangers together that you’d never expect to get along, and the results are a beautiful love story!
There’s also a little suspense involved in the story, someone is trying to scare Leelo away, for who knows what reasons, and the mystery will keep you guessing. With a few more interesting and funny characters thrown in the mix, I can’t wait for number three to come out!
Cover Designer: Rebel Edit & Design
I slap my thigh where a mosquito just bit me. I wipe at another one that lands on my arm, and pretty soon the buzzing is loud around my head, and I’m frantically waving my hand around my face. A blood-sucking army is out tonight, and I scramble to my feet, snatch up the now empty bottle, and hustle toward the sanctuary of my house.
My heart lodges in my throat when I see a figure detach itself from the shadows of the porch.
“Was wondering how long it would fucking take before you came running.”
I bend over, gasping to get air in my lungs, when I hear the voice.
“I swear, Riordan Doyle…one day you’ll be the death of me.”
“Not what I had in mind,” he chuckles easily, as he grabs my arm, drags me inside, and out of the way of the charging mosquitoes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, as he takes the bottle from my hand, sets it on the counter, and pulls me into my living room. There he drops down on the threadbare couch and tugs me down beside him. “I thought you went home?”
“I did,” he confirms, throwing his arm over my shoulder and tugging me to his chest. “And I was just putting my feet up on the coffee table when I realized I didn’t want to be there.”
“No,” he repeats. “Couldn’t relax. Started thinking about this…thing…between us. And you know what? Waiting for the right time is for the fucking birds.”
“It absolutely fucking is,” he says with conviction, curving his free hand along my jaw and turning my face toward him.
His hazel eyes are almost black in the scarce light of my living room, his heavy-lidded gaze roaming my features before settling on my lips.
“I’m thinking right now sounds like the right time.”
I can feel the deep rumble of his voice down to my toes, and my own drops a few octaves lower as well.
“You do?” I mutter breathlessly as his head bends down.
It’s clear from my distinctly unimaginative responses that my brain cells have signed off for the day. I’m starting to sound like a goddamn parrot, but Roar doesn’t give me time to linger on that thought. His mouth is already on mine and his tongue is demanding entry.
One moment I’m tucked beside him on the couch, and the next I’m on my back, Roar’s heavy frame covering me, his lips still firmly fused to mine. Good God the man can kiss.