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 Café. 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.
Excerpt
"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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