Book two of the Lucky Harbor series is Amy's story and about finding the one something you need or think you are missing. Amy was part of a trio of friends each searching for that allusive someone. One decided to find her bad girl alter-ego, the next one questioned the real value of being a good girl finally the last just wanted to have some fun. Jill Shalvis did a great job including us in their search as each woman hopefully finds what she is seeking. In AT LAST we get to meet some new lovely characters and revisit old friends.
Amy Michaels was the resident smartass cynical waitress at the Eat Me CafΓ©. Amy was looking for her heart. She dressed as bad-ass as she could imagine but her inner beauty and goodness was something she couldn't disguise. Following her grandmother's path and using her grandmother's journal she hopes that by the end she too will find peace and if really lucky love. She so desperately needs that love even if she works tirelessly hiding that desire even from herself. And lucky for Amy she finds Lucky Harbor where the townsfolk accept her and more than that make her one of their own and give her a sense of belonging.
The one person in Lucky Harbor that continually gives her pause is Matt Bowers the resident tough and gorgeous forest ranger. Physically there is no denying her almost instant attraction to this seemingly laid back guy. But Amy has been down that road before and there is no way she will let her heart steer her brain ever again.
Amy isn't alone in avoiding that chemistry. Matt has a hard time remembering that behind that gorgeous exterior is a lady with a serious attitude problem. Not his type -- but still hard to ignore. Rather than acting on this attraction Matt takes the cowardly, more subtle approach eating frequently at the diner. But Matt is beginning to get a feeling about this tough yet fragile woman who is skittish around him and definitely has an aversion to being touched. Yeah there was some history there and candidly he isn't' all that sure he really wants to get involved. But Amy is this magnet that he just can't avoid. She won't readily admit she enjoys their time together but can't deny the crackle in the air.
Amy is searching for peace but maybe she finds something even better -- maybe someone she can love and trust. Oh and by the way Jill Shalvis' references to the importance of chocolate to one's well being are very much appreciated and enjoyed throughout all three of this year's addition to the Lucky Harbor series. Not many things are better than chocolate but her stories are a close second. Here's a sample: A balanced diet is a chocolate in each hand. AT LAST is a page turning fun book.
HER LOVE HAS COME ALONG . . .
Amy Michaels loves her new life in Lucky Harbor. A waitress
in the local diner, she's looking forward to her first
weekend hike through the mountains. But when a wrong turn
takes her off the trail, she finds herself up close and
personal with forest ranger Matt Bowers. And even though
she's tempted to kiss that sexy smile right off his face,
she won't make the mistake of getting involved with the town
heartthrob.
A former cop whose life went south, Matt doesn't let anyone
get too close. But something about the feisty beauty caught
his eye the moment he first saw her in the diner. After a
hot night under a starry sky, Matt can't deny their
attraction-or the fact that for the first time in a long
time, he feels the stirrings of something more. Now it's up
to Matt to help Amy see that, no matter what is in their
past, together they can build a future in Lucky Harbor.
"Are you taking this anywhere?" Matt asked.
Not a morning person, it took Amy a moment to process what he meant. And then she realized that by "this," he was referring to the fact that her hand had drifted disturbingly low on his abs. If she moved her fingers a fraction of an inch down, she'd have quite the palmful.
Their legs were entwined. At some point in the night, the sleeping bag had fallen away and there was no barrier between them. Matt was warm and hard.
Everywhere.
Amy inhaled as the long forgotten heat of arousal continued to build within her. Worse, her fingers itched with the need to move south.
"Amy." Matt's voice was pure sin, not a warning so much as a statement, and her fingers reacted without permission, gliding downward.
Matt groaned, then slid a hand into her hair, tilting her head up to his. He searched her gaze. "Just checking to make sure you're awake," he said, then rolled her beneath him...
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