Katy Lewis has it all: a sports reporting job she loves, a great roommate, and two
brothers who, while nosy, always have her back. But when Conner Roberts, Katy’s
unrequited first crush, suddenly shows up—and shows interest—after nine years,
she reverts to a sweaty, panicked sixteen-year-old once more.
And if trying to read Conner’s signals isn’t tough enough, Katy’s heart is sending some mixed messages of its own. When a beautiful blonde coworker starts pursuing Katy’s boss, Dylan Sterling—her longtime mentor and friend—she realizes she may have a problem with that. A reunion with Conner is what she’s dreamed of for so long…so why can’t she stop thinking about Dylan?For the first time ever, Katy must fact-check her heart. Should she go after the guy she thought she always wanted or see if there’s something more with the one who’s been there all along?
My Rating: 3.5 stars
Katy Lewis is a sports reporter, she’s living her dream. She has a great job, an awesome roommate, and two nosy but protective brothers. All is going well until one day her unrequited first crush, Conner Roberts, shows up; causing Katy to return back to her sixteen year old self. Conner is showing an interest but for some reason Katy cannot keep her boss (and friend), Dylan Sterling, off her mind.
Whilst this included a love triangle, thankfully it was not over the top and did not feel like much. I really like Katy, she is a great protagonist. Bohrman did a remarkable job writing Katy’s struggles and emotions. I could understand what she was going through.
Conner and Dylan were great as well. I really liked both of them. And, thankfully Katy ended with the guy I was rooting for. I also enjoyed the secondary characters, her brothers were hilarious. I don’t know if Bohrman will make this a series, I sure hope she does. I would love to read about the others.
I recieved an arc of this book in exchange of an honest review.
Dylan stays completely still and quiet. If I couldn’t see the steady beat of his pulse on the side of his neck, I would swear that he was dead. It’s bad enough that my heart is jackhammering away inside its cage in my chest, making it nearly impossible to stay as calm on the outside as
I’m trying to be in front of him.
It’s a test, that’s all this is. Get it over with so you can move on.
I’m thinking this while reaching out to take Dylan’s hands in mine. He doesn’t resist, so that’s good. Then he lets me position them on my waist, leaving them there when I take my hands away. I feel a charge of excitement run through me at the warmth of his hands against my body. And it frightens me a little. So I keep my eyes trained on his throat and watch in fascination as it bobs up and then down, as if he is swallowing a breath. Not having to look in his eyes is enough to propel me an inch forward and loop my arms around his neck.
He says this so quietly that I can’t tell if it’s a plea or a question. So I move closer until our bodies are pressed together, like we’re about to start a slow dance. I’ve finally been able to clear my mind of all stray thoughts and focus on this moment, right here, right now, that I know will change everything. But I still can’t gather the nerve to look up at him, because if I do, I already know I won’t be able to stop.
In a voice so low, I ask, “If you were this close to me, like you are now, would you want to kiss me?”
He doesn’t answer, but I can tell that his breathing is becoming more rapid by the way his chest rises and falls. So I ask him again.
It’s then he moves his hand off my waist and underneath my chin to tip my face up to look at him. He skims over my features with his eyes until reaching my lips, where he holds them in his gaze for a moment too long to be considered merely friendly.
Then quietly, he says, “Yes.”
“Yes, I would kiss you.”
Bohrman dreamed of becoming an author. Long after she had given up, a
book club’s prologue contest encouraged her to give it one more go. What
emerged were the beginnings of her debut novel, Promise Me. Now she’s living
her dream and writing stories that entice readers to escape and break away from
reality. When she’s not writing, you can find her trying to get through the
books on her Kindle (more than a thousand at last count) or watching Sherlock or Homeland.
She resides in New Jersey with her husband and two children.