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Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Blog Tour! His to Cherish by Stacey Lynn



Can two hearts entwined by hardship move on to form a healthy bond? From the author of His to Love and His to Protect, this tender, bittersweet romance brings together a man who loses everything—and a woman with everything to give. Chelsea Dwyer arrives home from her job at the middle-school library in Latham Hills, Michigan, expecting another quiet evening—until she hears the screams for help through her living room window. As the first witness to a terrible accident involving two local students, Chelsea doesn’t anticipate how her own life will be irrevocably changed by the father of one of the boys. In the wake of tragedy, she’s the only one who seems to understand his grief. Chelsea’s a survivor, too—and she knows that there are brighter days ahead. As a single father, Aidan Deveraux worked his entire life to provide a stable home for his son, Derrick. Without him, Aidan feels the deepest despair imaginable. The one thing that keeps him going is his connection with the woman who tried to save his son. Hard as he tries, Aidan just can’t stay away. Chelsea’s warm embrace is the comforting solace he desperately craves—and it doesn’t hurt that Aidan had noticed the beautiful librarian and wanted to ask her out for years. Now that she’s in his life, he doesn’t ever want to let go.

I thought this book was an interesting take on a romance novel, the idea that Chelsea and Aidan were brought together by the death of Aidan's son and that they both had to get past that, and other things in their lives that alter how they perceive the world, and move to an actual relationship.  It worked because they were able to bond over the idea of the loss and so they were able to relate.  But, this doesn't translate to a healthty relationship long term.

I thought Stacey Lynn handled this incredibly well.  Jumping right into a fully functional relationship was not going to be believable, but neither was the idea that they all of a sudden developed one.  So, instead of glossing this over, it was dealt with in a very upfront manner that I appreciated and I think gave it a different feel than a lot of other books.

The characters were enjoyable and I was able to relate to both Aidan and Chelsea.  The pacing was strong, which is important in a book with this subject.  It has to be well banlanced with the sad and poignant while also holding onto the romance of the story, which was a delicate balance that I think the author handled well.

I recommend this book.

This book was not what I was expecting at all, but I really enjoyed it.  From the very first page I was hooked, wanting to know how these characters were going to handle what had been thrown their way.  This is the third book in the Fireside series but can be read as a stand alone.

 I found this story to tackle a unique storyline full of grief with grace and tact.  Admittedly, I found myself reaching for tissues way more than I anticipated, but I appreciated the way the author took me on this journey with these characters.  If the mention of a child passing away is too much you may want to steer away from this book.  It is certainly not anything taken lightly by the author and it’s definitely a heavy subject in the book.

Aidan and Chelsea share a connection that nobody wants to share.  A single father and a middle school teacher (no, that’s not the only connection) come together through their own sense of grief.  The pacing of their relationship felt right to me-but I’m sure some others may disagree.    There were parts to both characters that I didn’t love, particularly when I thought he was treating Chelsea a bit like a doormat.  However, whether I liked it or not, I think it was true to the nature of these characters. My problem with this book was that I didn’t get enough of Aidan’s POV on things.  I found myself wondering what exactly was going through his head. 

This book compelled me enough to go back and start this series, as I hadn’t read the first two books.  I enjoyed the supporting characters here and look forward to discovering their stories.  If you’re looking for an emotional read that has a side of romance, this book will fit the bill for you.

“Talk to me.” I opened my mouth to speak before snapping it closed. Anything I had to say would make me seem like an overemotional, crazy drunk woman. I wasn’t prepared for that kind of humiliation. Thankfully I hadn’t drunk enough to make my filter disappear. “I’m just tired,”I said to satisfy him. By his scowl, he didn’t believe me. His tongue slid along his bottom lip, and I inhaled a gasp of air. I needed it. Perhaps the alcohol caused my lungs to stop working correctly. His eyes darted back and forth between mine. I frowned, wondering what he was looking for and what he saw. Did he see the insecure girl who had to continually say goodbye to everyone she loved but tried like hell to hide the emptiness that brought? “You’re always there for me.” My nose twitched. “It’s not a problem.” He nodded slowly, just once. I watched something happen in his eyes and then looked down as he fidgeted on his feet, shifting his weight. He seemed nervous, which made no sense. His hand on my chin moved slowly to the back of my neck, cupping me and bringing me closer to him. He was a breath away from me, his face so close to mine, when he roughly whispered, “But I haven’t thanked you.” “It’s not necessary—” His lips hit mine. My eyes flew open and I gasped, opening my mouth. Instantly, his tongue pressed in, circling my tongue and tasting me. Oh . . . my . . . gosh. It was like heaven and hell wrapped up in the prettiest package I could ever receive. Better than a blue box with a silver ribbon from Tiffany. He tasted better than I thought he would—clean and crisp—and I leaned in, wanting more. No, I didn’t lean in. I melted. My tongue tangled with his and a moan escaped my throat. It was that sound that had both of us snapping back to reality. He pulled away and my mouth was still open, my brain working too slowly to process what just happened, how absolutely incredible it felt . . . and the look of regret all over his face. “Shit.”Aidan’s fingers dropped from my neck and I stood on my front porch completely dumbfounded as both of his hands flew to his neck, clasping at the back. He looked up at the sky and gritted out, “Fuck.” “Aidan,”I said, reaching out for him. He dodged my touch and spun on his heels. “I gotta go.”



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About the Author

Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.

She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.

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