She’d spent her entire life as a wallflower, hiding from the
rest of the world.
Willow Thorne had gotten really good at blending in with the
wallpaper. The shy, quiet little mouse was more comfortable spending her days
in her protective little bubble. Then she met a big, burly mechanic who looked
really good on a motorcycle and made her feel things she’d never felt before.
Gavin “Stone” Hendrix didn’t do commitment, and love was
completely out of the question. After spending the first half of his life
taking care of everyone else, he was done being the responsible one. Then he
met a shy, nervous brunette who knocked him off his feet and made him question
everything he thought he believed.
Willow brought out his protective instincts. Stone made her
want to step out of her shell.
No one in a million years expected the hard-as-stone biker
to fall for the wallflower, but the small town of Redemption was in for a major
surprise.
**The Redemption series is a series of interconnected, standalone, small town romances.**
Johnaka's Review
“Opposites attract, 5 stars”
Willow is shy, quiet, and keeps to herself. The exact opposite from what Stone usually goes for. But for some reason he feels slightly protective of the little thing. When her car breaks down and he saves the day, they go from acquaintances to friends to lovers. The only thing is Stone has no interest in forever and Willow has white picket fence written all over her. Will they figure it out before it’s too late?
Prince is one of my go to small town romance writers. I love her characters and how even after she moves on to a new couple you see little pieces of former characters. Willow and Stone had chemistry out the you know what. But with that said, at times I wanted to punch Stone. He couldn’t see what was right in front of him. But he figured it out in the end.
If small town romances are your thing, look no further and one-click Wallflower.
Plot-5/5 Characters-5/5 Heat-5/5 Writing style-5/5 Overall-5/5
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It had been a good day.
Actually, that was an understatement. It had been a great day.
At least until I got to my dad’s house to go through his kitchen and see what
all he needed, only to discover that Elaina had seriously downplayed the need
for food in his house.
I’d played it off that I was totally fine for my father’s
benefit as I stewed in my anger while making a grocery list that took up the
front and back of the page.
By the time I got to the store, I was in serious need of an
outlet, so I cued up the Pissed Chick playlist on my phone, stuffed earbuds in
my ears, and got to work. I was halfway through shopping, Alanis Morissette
wailing about how you oughta know in my ears when I rounded the corner and my
cart crashed into someone else’s.
“Sorry, I—” The rest of the words died in my throat when I
looked up and saw the cart I’d plowed into belonged to none other than Stone
himself, the very man I’d been thinking about nonstop since my talk with Lark
earlier that morning. “Stone,” I said on a gasp, sucking back the air that my
lungs had expelled at the mere sight of him. “Hi.”
He said something I couldn’t hear over the music ringing in
my ears.
I gave him an apologetic smile and yanked the buds out of my
ears. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you. What was that?”
The song had just reached the chorus, the volume so loud it
carried several feet, and I could tell from the grin on his face that he
definitely heard it. “Wow. Didn’t take you for an Alanis fan,” he said in that
gravelly rasp that always made my skin tingle and pressure build between my
thighs. What could I say? The man gave great voice. I didn’t know if male phone
sex operators were a thing or not, but if they were, he could make a freaking fortune.
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sometimes. I have a playlist I like to listen
to it when someone’s made me ragey.”
On cue, the song ended, and the next queued up; this time,
it was Rage Against the Machine’s “Killing in the Name.”
His eyes went big at the sound of it. “You’re just full of
surprises, mouse.”
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Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of
her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass
weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living
in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside.
That’s why God created central air, after all.
Jessica is the mother of a perfect little boy–she refuses to
accept that he inherited her attitude and sarcastic nature no matter what her
husband says.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a
coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her
all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she
just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to
understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but
thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever
publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.
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