“Do you wanna know why it’s you?” I asked quietly, my hand gliding up his arm to his chest.
“Don’t wanna piss you off, Tab, but I don’t give a fuck. I’m happy just rejoicin’ that it is.”
Tag: NetGalley (Page 29 of 37)
Why I read it: I picked this one up from NetGalley. I loved Pushing the Limits last year and was so looking forward to where this author would take Beth… and Isaiah. I had read the first chapter in the back of Pushing the Limits so I had a fair idea that Isaiah wasn’t the hero. He’s the hero in the next book. Cannot Wait.What worked for me (and what didn’t): I loved this. On Goodreads, it says the book is just over 300 pages but on my reader it was showing up at just over 600. Who knows why. But regardless of the actual length, the book was a pleasure to read. I really like Ms. McGarry’s writing style. I like the alternating POV chapters, from both Beth’s and then Ryan’s perspectives. The present tense fit the immediacy of the book too.
This was the piano as she hadn’t even known it could be played – subdued passion that she was fairly sure wouldn’t be allowed in public. One melody tripped lightly ahead of the other, follow me. The second was slow; it would never catch the first but ran under it, as deep as an ocean.
She had never heard anything so beautiful.
There is also subtlety and cryptic phraseology from time to time. There are multiple and carefully woven plot threads. A little here, a little there. I felt, for most of the book, like I was playing a particularly elaborate game of cat’s cradle – it had the potential to be anywhere on the scale from a beautiful and magnificent creation to a crazy tangled mess.
Why I read it: I received a review copy from the publisher so I’d understand the second book (which I got via NetGalley).What worked for me (and what didn’t): I write this having finished Country Mouse and not having started City Mouse. This novella, clocking in at just under 80 pages, tells the story of the initial meeting and first weekend together of Owen and Malcolm. It ends in a hopeful HFN because, as can be expected, they really don’t know each other well enough for a believable HEA. I think in some ways the blurb and the title worked against me. I didn’t see Owen as particularly ‘country’. He was an American new to London but he didn’t react with fear to the big city. It’s not like he’d never seen traffic or high rise buildings. His own self reference as ‘a bit of a country mouse’ didn’t sit right to the way I saw him. And Malcolm isn’t the Dom the blurb led me to expect. Taking out those two items which did throw me off the scent a bit, I did enjoy this story. Once Malcolm and Owen had made it back to Malcolm’s penthouse, the characters started to shine and I began to get a handle on who these men are and why they could be so good together.










