Back in the Burbs ~ Tracy Wolff and Avery Flynn
Meet Nick, my new book boyfriend, crisp suits with an attitude but a heart which makes yours melt.
I was jumping with joy when he stood for Mallory and the way he loved HER. I wish we had his point of view too in this book though this reason did not hold back the storyline. I could see his security and his efforts towards her. I loved his family, even more, they were so full of life.
Mallory may be whiny for some readers but I feel that after everything she went through anyone would be in that mindset or even worse. Trust always takes a seat back when the heart is broken. Mallory was so strong even when things didn't work out nor fall into place, she stood tall. The fact that she was good to her step-sister was so teary. The shift in Mallory’s character developed so well, she stood for herself and for her loved ones by the end of the book. I was proud of her by the end of the book, she truly deserved everything she got in the end.
I felt her ex-husband’s story was a little abrupt though the result is clearly mentioned in the end.
A must-read for a light read :)
Ever have one of those days where life just plain sucks? Welcome to my last three months—ever since I caught my can’t-be-soon-enough ex-husband cheating with his paralegal. I’m thirty-five years old, and I’ve lost my NYC apartment, my job, my money, and frankly, my dignity.
But the final heartache in the suck sandwich of my life? My great-aunt Maggie died. The only family member who’s ever gotten me.
Even after death, though, she’s helping me get back up. She’s willed me the keys to a house in the burbs, of all places, and dared me to grab life by the family jewels. Well, I’ve got the vise grips already in hand (my ex should take note) and I’m ready to fight for my life again.
Too bad that bravado only lasts as long as it takes to drive into Huckleberry Hills. And see the house.
There are forty-seven separate HOA violations, and I feel them all in my bones. Honestly, I’m surprised no one’s “accidentally” torched the house yet. I want to, and I’ve only been standing in front of it for five minutes. But then my hot, grumpy neighbor tells me to mow the lawn first and I’m just...done. Done with men too sexy for their own good and done with anyone telling me what to do ever again.
First rule of surviving the burbs? There is nothing that YouTube and a glass of wine can’t conquer