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Suddenly in Love: Lake Haven #1 by Julia London with Giveaway

Suddenly in Love: Lake Haven #1 by Julia London with Giveaway

The start of a new series from Julia London is based in a rural spot: Lake Haven is the perfect getaway destination, or so it seems. Please read on for my review and an excerpt, check out the tour stops to see what other readers thought of the title, and don’t forget to enter the tour wide giveaway where Five (5) winners will get a Kindle© copy of Suddenly In Love.  But first

Suddenly In Love

A rock star in the midst of a creative crisis and a creative misfit struggling to find her way are thrown together in this new story from Julia London, with a premise that could feel rather ‘been there done that’.  Fortunately, this story carried such wonderful characters both at points in their lives where a new direction is not only wanted but possible.

Mia is back in East Beach living with her parents and working for her aunt’s home design firm.  Supremely creative with an eye for color and the ability to pair items in new and different ways, she’s not had an easy time chasing her dreams of artistic glory, and this is her time to sort out her next direction.

Brennan is a rock star, used to accolades and yes men, but has reached his own creative crossroads.  Staying in his mother’s mansion on Lake Haven, he’s wandering around without the trappings of stardom as he tries to formulate his new plan.  He’s not made a wonderful impression on Mia – his manners were brusque and he’s used to being the approached, not the one who needs to make an effort.

Together these two are suffering through their own crisis of direction, but to see them use the small town as an escape to hide from the issues that are waiting worked nicely – there are sparks and an attraction, but just how long will Brennan be able to not share a very large part of his life with Mia.  And she’s wonderful: kind but honest, she’s not afraid to tell Brennan when he is being an idiot – and those moments give him plenty of food for thought – it’s been years since anyone confronted him or his behavior honestly.

But – when the cover is blown thanks to Mia’s friend who is far more tuned into the celebrated and famous than Mia, things could go horribly pear shaped.  While the close to idyllic summer romance is suddenly far more complicated and involved than Mia expected or desired… well – you’ll just have to read the story to find out.

These two are well-built and completely believable, with issues that are relevant to them and readers alike. London’s ability to present how both Mia and Brennan see the world with their own unique perspectives is wonderfully descriptive and easy to visualize, bringing the reader a fuller understanding.  A wonderful start to a new contemporary series.

Suddenly in Love: Lake Haven #1 by Julia London with Giveaway

Title: Suddenly in Love
Author: Julia London
Series: Lake Haven #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Published by: Montlake Romance
ISBN: 1503953289
Published on: 5 April 2016
Format:eARC
Source: Publisher via NetGalley
Pages: 304
Audio Length: 9 Hours: 34 minutes
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About the Book:

Mia Lassiter is thrilled to finally put her artistic skills to use working for her aunt’s interior design shop in her hometown of East Beach. While renovating an old mansion overlooking stunning Lake Haven, she encounters a scruffy but attractive man named Brennan—the owner’s son. She doesn’t realize this sexy recluse is actually Everett Alden, the world-famous rock star in hiding who’s nursing his own artistic and personal crises.

As their personalities clash, tension simmers between the struggling artist and jaded musician, and their time spent alone together in the gorgeous old house only serves to turn up the heat. Soon, Mia and Brennan’s creative passions boil over to inspire passions of another kind…

But reality comes crashing in when Mia’s celeb-obsessed cousin discovers Brennan’s true identity—and reveals it to the world. As paparazzi swarm the mansion, Brennan is thrust back into his rock star lifestyle. Will Mia lose her soul mate just when she’s finally found him? Can their love survive the glaring spotlight?

A copy of this title was provided via Publisher via NetGalley for purpose of honest review. I was not compensated for this review: all conclusions are my own responsibility.

 

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It had all looked very hopeless until the day the cosmic powers of life had delivered this interview to her. What was that saying, that a person had to be completely torn down to be built up again? Mia liked the idea that her life had been deconstructed, and that after today, she would get the chance to construct it in a way she’d wanted for a very long time.

 

“Okay!” she said to herself. “Here goes nothing.” She clutched her hat and jogged confidently across the street.

 

She was directed to the tenth floor, Apartment B. The elevator opened up to a long hallway. Overhead, two small gold chandeliers illu-minated the path to the door of the apartment. Mia’s boots were absolutely silent on the thick hallway carpet as she walked down to the end and knocked lightly with the little brass door knocker.

 

The door swung open and bright sunlight spilled out into the hall, blinding her for a moment. A young man with doe eyes and plump lips, tight pants, and a lock of gold hair over his brow stood before her. He smiled. “Mia Lassiter?”

 

“Yes.” She juggled her portfolio and clumsily extended her hand.

 

Lord she had to outweigh this Ken doll by thirty pounds.

 

“I’m Vincent,” he said, taking her hand in his. His grip was as limp as linguini, his skin as smooth as a baby seal. “Please come in.”

 

Mia stepped across the threshold and was instantly assailed by the smell of oil paints. Heaven. She followed him inside, taking notes.

 

The floors were hand-scraped wood, the walls painted a pristine white.

 

The crown molding was painted a slightly grayer shade of white, just enough to give it a slight contrast and draw the eye upward.

 

“Oh wow,” Mia murmured. The apartment looked like pictures she’d seen in the pages of glossy architectural magazines. “This is amazing.”

 

“Original floors and moldings,” Vincent said. “Reworked, of course.”

 

“Of course,” she echoed dreamily. There was a fireplace at one end, the mantle distressed raw wood. The windows facing the street were at least ten feet tall and marked with cornices carved to resemble leafy vines. But the most spectacular thing about that room was the paintings and drawings in various stages of completion. They were hanging  on the walls, stacked on the floor, and graced two opposing easels. It was truly a treasure trove of August Brockway artwork, and her heart began to flutter with joy.

 

Between the two easels was a stool, and Mia pictured August sitting there and swiveling between his works in progress as his mood dictated. Drop cloths, spotted with paints, covered a big swath of floor. Next to the stool was a small table with bowls and pitchers crowded onto it. Near the windows, a bistro table, on top of which was a plate with a half-eaten sandwich and some chips.

 

Mia slowly turned around, taking it all in. She could picture herself in this studio, assisting a master. This was exactly what she wanted: a real art studio. A peaceful, beautiful place with nothing but a blank canvas and her creativity.

 

The click of heels against the wood drew her attention to an arched door that led into a kitchen. Mr. Brockway emerged, wiping his hands on a towel, which he handed to Vincent. He was a slight man, barely taller than Vincent, with neatly combed silver-gray hair. Mia, with her average height and curves, felt very roly-poly in comparison to the two of them.

 

Mr. Brockway was wearing jeans that had been splashed with drops

 

of paint, loafers without socks, and a salmon collared shirt with cuffs rolled to the elbows.

 

“Mr. Brockway,” Mia said, trying to keep the nerves from her voice.

 

“It’s such a great honor to meet you.” She thrust her hand forward.

 

“Yes, I’m sure,” he said absently, and took her fingers and gave them a little shake before letting go. His gaze skipped over Mia’s body and settled on the portfolio she held. “Is that your work?”

 

“Yes.” She’d brought six of her best pieces, carefully selected with an eye toward color and spatial relevance, qualities she’d learned were important to Mr. Brockway.

 

Vincent took the portfolio from her and laid it on the floor. He unzipped it as Mr. Brockway knelt down on one knee to have a look.

 

Mia was uncertain what she was to do, but she felt awkward standing above him. She managed to negotiate her way down onto her knees in a manner that didn’t require props and rested her fists against her thighs as he examined her work.

 

Mr. Brockway held up the first painting, an abstract, and squinted at it.

 

“I call that Breathe,” Mia said nervously. “It’s supposed to symbol-ize the first breath. Like a new experience.”

 

He said nothing, but shifted the painting to catch more of the natural light coming in from the windows, and then the other way, where the painting was in the shadows. He wordlessly put it aside and picked up the next.

 

“That one is—”

 

“It shouldn’t be necessary to explain your work,” he said without looking at her. “The art should speak for itself.”

 

Yes, yes, art should speak for itself!

 

Even so, Mia was desperate to tell him what had inspired her, and she had to bite her lip to keep from blurting out what she was thinking.

 

Her knees ached as he studied the paintings and her nerves were a jangly mess. She wanted his approval so badly she felt slightly nauseated by it.

 

When Mr. Brockway had finished reviewing her work, he put the paintings back in the portfolio and gestured at Vincent to zip it back up. He stood up. So did Mia, coming to her feet about as gracefully as a toddler. “No, thank you,” he said. “Vincent, you can show Miss Lassiter out.”

 

Stunned, Mia looked at Vincent, then at Mr. Brockway. That was it? No questions about her goals or experience? No critique, no comment whatsoever? As Vincent tried to usher Mia out, she ducked around him. “Mr. Brockway!” she called, before the artist could disappear through the arch and into the kitchen.

 

He paused and looked back at her with one brow lifted imperiously above the other. “Yes?”

 

“Why not me?” She hadn’t meant to ask it precisely that way, but yes—why not her?

 

He shrugged. “You don’t have the talent.”

 

She gasped softly. An old wound, deep but tender, began to open. It wasn’t the first time she’d heard it. More than one instructor had advised her to consider a career in something other than canvas work because she didn’t have the talent necessary to make it. But Mia had worked so damn hard for it, and she knew she’d improved.

 

“You should come with me,” Vincent said, his fingers lightly on her arm.

 

“What do you mean?” Mia asked August Brockway as she brushed Vincent off.

 

Mr. Brockway turned full around and planted his hands on his waist, considering her. “Would you really like to know what I think of your portfolio, Miss Lassiter?”

 

No! No, no don’t ask! “Of course I would,” Mia said. Oh God, this was going to hurt. “You’re a renowned artist,” she continued with far more confidence than she was suddenly feeling. “I’m just starting out.

 

I would work really hard for you, Mr. Brockway, and I know I would learn so much. So yes, I would like to know what you think.”

 

“I’ve no doubt that you would work hard, Miss Lassiter. You seem very . . . earnest,” he said, his gaze flicking dismissively over her dress.

 

“But I disagree that you would learn much. Your work lacks vision and depth. Breath? ” he said, gesturing to her portfolio. “That’s the name of your piece? It’s such a fundamentally bad concept that I can’t even begin to critique it.”

 

“But I can learn. I—”

 

“Your work looks as if you took all your instruction to heart. But you don’t have raw talent or a unique vision that I can see in your work, and I can’t teach that. Either you have it, or you don’t. If you don’t know what your vision is, Miss Lassiter, your work will always appear to the world as it did to me—sophomoric.”

 

Well there was a dagger right through the center of her heart,

 

plunged so deeply that it was a miracle Mia didn’t sprawl right there onto his drop cloths in a pool of tears and snot and blood.

 

“But I will say this—your use of color is very good,” he said. And with that, he turned and walked out of the room.

 

 

 

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About Julia London

Julia London is the New York Times, USA Today, and Publisher's Weekly bestselling author of more than thirty romantic fiction novels. She is the author of the popular Cabot Sisters historical series, including The Trouble with Honor, The Devil Takes a Bride, and the The Scoundrel and the Debutante. She is also the author of several acclaimed contemporary romances, including The Cedar Springs series, and the recent Homecoming Ranch, Return to Homecoming Ranch, and The Perfect Homecoming. Julia has added a short contemporary series to her titles as well, including The Perfect Bargain, writing under the name Jessa McAdams.

Julia is the recipient of the RT Bookclub Award for Best Historical Romance and a four time finalist for the prestigious RITA award for excellence in romantic fiction.

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