I am a big fan of Penelope Ward and I grab up every book she's writes. This was another winner for me.
I like to call myself a trope how. I love the typical tropes that we see in romance and the age gap ones? They are a top for me. This one wasn't what you think and it was exactly what I needed. I completely fell for both of the characters from the start and could stop once I started reading.
There was something endearing when it came to the chivalry that was exhibited in this book and the honest truths that were spoken.
I left this book filled with hope and a big smile on my face. It had just enough drama and plot plays that it left me completely hooked on where it was going to end up at the end.
Another top read for me!
Synopsis:
From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new standalone novel.
What do you do when a sexy, older man moves into your family’s summer rental?
Well, apparently, you make a fool of yourself—over and over. Things didn’t exactly get off on the right foot with Noah Cavallari. Our first encounter was embarrassing, to say the least.
But despite that, I found myself waking up every day with a newfound energy. Nothing exciting ever happened on the lake—not until Noah moved into the small boathouse on our property. He’d booked it for the entire summer…and I was still trying to figure out why.
When my mother became ill, I inherited the responsibility of making sure our guests were well taken care of. I should have been in college. Instead, I was living my best life…as a maid.
Dark, handsome, and mysterious, everything about Noah screamed forbidden.
I knew he was just passing through town for the summer.
I knew he was probably too old for me.
Yet, I was drawn to him.
Not to mention, he tried to save my life when he mistakenly thought I was drowning.
I wanted him and made no secret of it.
His own attempts to warn me away soon gave way to late-night moonlight chats by the lake. We were slowly easing into a friendship that was gearing up to explode into something I might not recover from.
Because he’s leaving at the end of the summer.
And I have no idea what I’ll do when August ends.
