on September 4, 2018
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Willa Doon has always been shy. Her quiet demeanor was something she’s always embraced. That is, until Jackson Page moves to town. The one man she desperately wants to take notice struggles to remember her name.
Year after year, Willa stands by, watching as the bartender slash playboy drowns his demons in beer and sex. Then one night, he shows up at her door, suddenly aware that the girl he’s seen around Lark Cove is now a beautiful woman.
Except what he doesn’t remember is that this visit isn’t his first. They spent a night together once before. A night he’s forgotten, thanks to a bottle of tequila.
A night that crushed a timid girl’s heart, and set a broken man on the path to heal them both.
Review + Excerpt: Timid (Lark Cove #2) by Devney Perry
Devny Perry just know how to write romance novels! I have quickly fallen in love with her writing style and if you’ve not read one of her books yet, you need to! Timid is the second book in the Lark Cover Series but each book can be read as a standalone as they each have their own set of characters in the same town. Their stories do intertwine a bit but you don’t need to read the other novels to know the story. She is an author that I now faithfully follow and I always get excited to read with each new release. Timid is no exception!
For years Willa has loved Jackson from afar. He’s never noticed her or paid her any attention until one day it finally happened. What would happen if your childhood crush finally became your real life romance? Willa has always seen Jackson but with Jackson having the reputation that he has, will he be able to give Willa what she deserves? You will need to read Timid to find out!! Devney Perry has an exception writing skill and her stories just suck you in you want to live in the world she creates. She is truly a special authors that if you’ve not read, you need to!!
I scooched my chair in toward the table, trying to put a little more space between Jackson and me, but he wasn’t having it.
He put both hands on the back of my chair, then leaned in close. “Hi, Willa.”
“Uh . . . hi.” I shivered at the heat from his chest on my bare shoulders.
Why was he standing so close? My parents were right there. Our table was one of four tall, square ones in the center of the room and there was plenty of space between tables.
But was Jackson using any of that plentiful space?
No sirree. He stayed pressed against the back of my chair, like there were only three inches of usable space behind him, not three feet.
My skin prickled he was so close. I tried to nudge my chair forward again but it barely moved. Sweat beaded on my temples and I pulled in a shaking breath.
Jackson’s woodsy, rich scent was everywhere. It overpowered the stale beer, pizza and peanuts, and I inhaled a deep breath, unable to resist.
Sexy Hot Forest. That’s what they’d call his cologne.