"Can a second chance at romance survive a mysterious family secret?"
Reviewed by Patti Loveday
Posted April 24, 2018
Romance Contemporary | Inspirational Romance
FALLING FOR YOU is the second book in the Bradford Sisters series written
by Becky Wade. This contemporary
romance novel is full of love, happiness, and second chances. A
lovely story of the dynamics of sibling relationships that are
centered around faith and family with a decades old mystery
that needs solving, and a chance to rekindle with an old flame
all wrapped up in a remarkable love story that is sure to touch
When Willow returns to her family home while taking a break
from her modeling career she never expects to come face to face
with her ex-boyfriend, Corbin. She quickly comes up with a plan
to avoid him at all cost. Everything goes has planned until
Corbin's niece Charlotte ask Willow to help solve a family
mystery. How can she say no? Even if it means working and
spending time with Charlotte and Corbin.
Wade writes with a loving touch and hints of sweet romance
making this a fun romantic read. A journey of rediscovering and
rekindling a romance that is meant to be even with all the hurt
and shame involved to reconcile. Both characters are well-
developed with an fascinating sense of humor and a love that is
full of faith.
FALLING FOR YOU is not just a remarkable romantic read but a
mystery as well. A mystery that is sure to keep you on your
toes second guessing all the clues that slowly come to light.
The mystery itself was intriguing, well-paced, and a great
addition to the storyline.
FALLING FOR YOU is a love story with a mysterious twist that
makes this a page
turner you do not want to miss! FALLING FOR YOU is a sweet
story about second chances and the faith that true love will
prevail at all costs. I look forward to reading the next book
in the Bradford Sisters series.
Famously beautiful model Willow Bradford is taking a
temporary break from her hectic schedule to work as the
innkeeper at her family's small-town bed-and-breakfast.
She was enjoying the peace of her hometown, Merryweather,
Washington, right up until she came face-to-face with
Corbin Stewart, the man she loves to hate. A thoughtful
rule-follower by nature, Willow threw caution to the wind
four years ago when she entrusted her heart to Corbin--
and suffered the consequences when it all fell apart.
Former NFL quarterback Corbin is forceful, charming, and
accustomed to getting what he wants . . . except where
Willow Bradford is concerned. Unable to forget her, he's
never stopped regretting what happened between them. When
their paths unexpectedly cross again, he's determined to
make her give him a second chance.
When a decades-old missing persons case finds Corbin and
Willow working together, they're forced to confront their
past and who they've become--and whether they can risk
falling for one another all over again.
ExcerptWillow could feel Corbin behind her as he followed her down
the inn’s central hall to the kitchen. Once they reached
the space, she steeled herself and faced him. An audience
of modern appliances, granite countertops, and the scent of
allspice surrounded them. The two yards or so of hardwood
floor separating her position from his may as well have
been a continent.
On their final night together before she’d left for
assignment in Morocco, and then Germany, she’d brought Thai
food to his house. The weather had been gorgeous, and
they’d eaten and kissed and kissed and eaten in his
backyard under the stars. He’d whispered velvet words into
her ears, and she’d been filled with ecstatic intuition
that he was the one. Her one.
Prior to him and after him, she’d dated guys for longer
periods of time. But none of her other relationships had
scarred her the way that her relationship with Corbin had
because the only man she’d ever been wildly, stupidly,
disastrously in love with—was him.
“Thank you for seeing Charlotte,” he said.
She nodded stiffly and crossed her arms.
He assessed her as if they were opponents at chess. Coolly.
She’d once pressed her lips to the small scar that faintly
marked the skin below his bottom lip on the left side.
She’d once touched her index finger to his slightly crooked
incisor tooth on the right side and told him how his
almost-but-not-quite perfect smile made her swoon. She’d
once inhaled the piney scent of his soap when wrapped in
“John and Nora are happy together,” he said.
“Since we keep running into each other because of them, do
you think we should find a way to get along for their
“You asked for a word with me because you’re wondering if
we can get along for John and Nora’s sake?”
“That, and to apologize.”
Was he actually going to say he was sorry? He was more than
welcome to grovel—
“I’m sure it’s been hard for you to get over me.” Cold
humor glinted in his eyes. “I’m sorry you’ve had to
Anger shot heat through her bloodstream. “It hasn’t been
hard to get over you. And we didn’t run into each other
this afternoon. You asked me for a favor—”
“—on behalf of Charlotte.”
“Which I foolishly granted. Because I let you bring her by,
I’ve had to disappoint a very sweet girl. And now I find
myself faced with you and your—your. . . .” She couldn’t
find a word dire enough. “Nonsense.”
He cocked his head. “Is that a no to getting along with
“I’m waiting for you to go back to Texas so that we’ll both
be spared the effort of getting along.”
“I’m not going back to Texas.”
Everything inside her went still. “What do you mean? You
live in Texas.”
“I don’t have to live in Texas,” he said. “I have four
houses in different states, including the one I bought in
Shore Pine a couple of months ago.”
He’d purchased a house in her niche of Washington? No! The
Great Bend region of the Hood Canal wasn’t big enough for
both of them. “Why did you buy a house in Shore Pine?”
He shrugged a muscular shoulder. “I have my reasons.”
“The house needs a lot of work, and I need work to do. I’m
Willow scowled at him as her dearly held hope that he’d
soon leave toppled like a California freeway during an
He studied her. “Four years have passed, and you still hate
me,” he said.
“I don’t care enough about you to hate you.”
“That’s what your voice and your body language are saying.
But your eyes are telling a different story.”
She’d forgotten until now that he’d often told her—and many
times proven—that he could read her feelings in her eyes.
While he may have had that ability once, he didn’t know her
anymore. “Our relationship was a short-lived mistake,” she
said. “Ancient history. I don’t hate you, but I’ll always
dislike you and distrust you because of the way things
ended things between us.”
“I admitted to you at the time that I screwed up and asked
you to forgive me. You wouldn’t.”
“So, technically, you were the one who ended our
“After you did what you did.”
“You weren’t exactly blameless.”
She dropped her arms and gaped at him, astonished at his
“Derek Oliver,” he said, by way of explanation.
“My point is that we both did things we shouldn’t have,” he
“Yes, but ninety-five percent of those things were things
“Seventy-five percent,” he counter-offered.
“Concussions have ruined your memory if you think you
deserve just seventy-five percent of the blame.”
“My memory of what happened between us is very, very clear.
Make me an offer.”
“You deserve at least ninety percent of the blame,” she
“Eight-five percent. That’s my final offer.”
“Fine. I’ll take eighty-five percent of the blame.” He took
a step toward her. She could see banked anger in his dark
eyes. He was goading her and enjoying it. “For the record,
I dislike and distrust you, too.”
She stepped abruptly back. “I feel the need to lay down
some ground rules.”
He gave her a grin underpinned with bitterness. “You always
did love rules.”She was a rule follower, through and
“Don’t ask me for any more favors, Corbin. I don’t owe you
“According to you.”
“Don’t ask to speak to me in private again. There’s no
reason for us to be in a room alone together.”
“I can think of a couple reasons—”
“Don’t call me. Don’t text me.”
“Can I mail you a letter?”
“Can I toilet paper your house?”
“No. And that’s another thing. Don’t tease me. I realize
that you think you’re hilarious. But many of us don’t share
“Many of us? I dare you to come up with one other person
who doesn’t find me hilarious.”
“If we do run into each other in the future because of John
and Nora,” she continued, “don’t seek me out.”
“Can I communicate with you from across the room using sign
“You may not. And last but not least, do not flirt with
“Flirting is like breathing for me, Willow.”
“Good. Then maybe when you stop, you’ll suffocate.”
Quiet reigned over the kitchen for the space of a few
seconds. Then he threw back his head and laughed.
He met her eyes. “Huh,” he finally said.
“Am I so dangerous that we need ground rules between us?”
“Yes,” she answered emphatically. “You and the Ebola
virus.” She checked her watch. “Well! Look at the time.” At
her mom’s desk, she scribbled her email address onto a
piece of paper. Then she hurried in the direction of the
den, eager to usher out the girl with the mysterious tale
of a vanished relative and the man she’d long been
desperate to forget.
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