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Showing Rating details. Sort order. Okay, I'll admit I'm turning into a Nora Roberts junkie. But there's still a part of me every time I pick up one of her books that questions whether she'll be able to make me happy again. I mean, no one is that good, right? At least for me. This book I was anticipating the least in the series, and so far, it's my favorite! Beckett's book was good, but I love Owen more than I thought I would. Owen was a little bland in the first book, always the taskmaster and the over organized, happy-go-lucky, nothing seemed to phase him type.
Not that this is bad, just I didn't see how he would make a good lead character, and his attraction to Avery was never really mentioned, or vice versa. Of course, in his own book he's a much more interesting character and I'm so glad I just jumped in. Admittedly, it started off a little slow for me, but I found myself falling in love with Owen's steadiness and easy going nature. It takes a lot to rattle Owen, but when he's rattled it's kinda cute, and he does have a temper, which is equally cute and fun to watch this always-in-control man lose his cool.
I like that Avery is the one who unbalances him, and he balances her out. They work well together this way, and it's nice to see. Avery was cute in the first book but in this one we get to know her a lot better and she's easy to love. Determined, scatterbrained outside of business, a romantic heart with an unromantic upbringing, she hopes for the best but expects the worst. She's always had a small thing for Owen, he was her first boyfriend, a big deal for a 5 year old. Where Owen is calm, she's wild, he's a planner and she's fly by the seat of her pants, he's organized and she's got wrapping paper all over the place.
They often tease each other about their respective traits, and it works because they accept the others flaws easily. They are a pretty cute pair! The conflict comes from an external source, but one that very much plays on Avery's mind.
Her mother just up and left when Avery was 13, no explanation and never a word on where she went. Until now. When Avery's mom shows up crying, broke and homeless, it was enough for me to feel gut-wrenched for Avery's behalf. How could a woman turn her back on her child and then come and ask for money? I could see why Avery didn't want to talk about it with anyone, she has a lot of pride and didn't want any pity while secretly wondering if she was anything like her mother when it came to her love life.
It's a lot to take on and the fact that Avery internalizes it, really since she was 13, makes it something pretty big to overcome. Like most of NR's characters, she works it out in her way, for Avery this means cooking up a storm, and rationalizes it out in a few days.
This might be my one complaint about NR books, all her characters seem to work things out rather quickly. For me, it'd probably be a slower process to work through my feelings of my mother showing back up, but romance books can't go on forever so I guess it has to be worked out faster than normal.
Either way, it still feels like a genuine conflict that needs to be dealt with, so I don't mind how quickly it's resolved. We also get to see a preview of how things might be between Ryder and Hope when they share a New Year's Midnight kiss, and all I can say is, Please don't make me wait until November to read more! I wish it was sooner, and since NR is so prolific, I often wonder how books ahead she is, and why can't we get the trilogies much quicker? If you've read the first of the series, I think you might be pleasantly surprised at how nice this one is.
It'll definitely make you anxious over the ending of the trilogy! View all 13 comments. View 1 comment. You always know what you're getting with Nora Roberts fun, harmless, fluff.
She has once again cured my reading slump and she made me forget about my 2 day long migraine. View all 3 comments. I'm feeling a little iffy about this book. It didn't pull me in quite the same way as the first book did and I think that's because I was sort of apathetic to the main characters of Avery and Owen.
They were just kind of there and I didn't find myself caring that much what happened to them. I think what really drove this point home to me was that I was more interested in Hope and Ryder and their brief interactions and getting more info on how Clare and Beckett were going with their relationship I'm feeling a little iffy about this book.
I think what really drove this point home to me was that I was more interested in Hope and Ryder and their brief interactions and getting more info on how Clare and Beckett were going with their relationship then the main story. I mean, there was nothing terrible that I can particularly point out and say "This is what bothers me" but there also isn't a pivotal moment that I found myself smiling or sighing over.
Brief story synopsis: Avery works in her own restaurant called Vesta which is directly across the street from the Inn that is being opened by the Montgomery brothers. Owen is the detail man of the brother triad and he is busily planning away for the opening of the inn.
He also has one eye watching Avery run around her place. Owen likes using Avery's place for his business phone calls and makeshift office, but what he doesn't admit to himself is why he really likes being over there. When the ghost of Inn Boonsboro literally pushes the two together, they aren't very surprised by the sparks that fly between them and it doesn't take much of a leap to figure that they might be good for one another.
Owen the planner and thinker decides he needs a little time to think about what to do with Avery, while Avery has her own plans whirring in her mind about opening up a second restaurant. The two deal with some ups and downs and try to see if they are ready to fight for one another. Anyway, very much interested in reading about Hope and Ryder and I think that their book is going to be loads better than this one. Mostly because of Ryder and his alpha male attitude.
Hope is also going to be feisty and that combination of feisty female and arrogant male can only lead to great things. View all 10 comments. Dude in this book is a planner. Like, schedules, lists, calling meetings to discuss schedules and lists, etc Which, I have a hard time seeing as a romantic lead because planners drive me crazy. Which also means that I drive planners crazy.
My daughter is a planner. Let's talk about it when it gets closer. Sorry, just thinking about her teen years. Revenge IS best served cold! But, I digress So, we have Owen, our planner, and Avery - the owner of the pizza shop across the street from the Inn. They have known each other all of their lives and even were "engaged" when she was five and he was eight. Very cute. She was also the first girl he saw naked when their families vacationed together and she skinny-dipped at night - alone.
He, luckily, happened to have brought a telescope on that trip. I charged Ry and Beck his brothers a buck a minute to use it. So sweet my teeth hurt. This was a very straightforward romance. Not much angst or drama. Just middle of the road. If you liked the first one, you'll like it. View all 6 comments. May 07, Heidi Rice rated it it was amazing. Oh how I love Nora Roberts' books.. Let me count the ways!
This is another of Ms Roberts's triumphs The second in the Inn at Boonsboro Trilogy in which three brothers who run their own construction company we're talking gorgeous men in toolbelts ladies!!
The first book had the thoughtful and dreamy Bennett falling in love with Clare, widowed mum of three bo Oh how I love Nora Roberts' books.. The first book had the thoughtful and dreamy Bennett falling in love with Clare, widowed mum of three boisterous young boys. This second book follows Clare's best-mate Avery MacTavish, pizza restaurateur and serial hair-dyer, and her journey to Love cap L with the man she has loved small l since she was about 5, namely middle brother Owen Montgomery.
Owen is thoughtful, hot of course and a planner a serial-list maker. While Avery is all impulse and emotion hence the hair situation! Now some people have said this book was a little boring, because Owen and Avery's story is fairly comfortable, there's not a lot of conflict or 'big emotional moments' or 'wild tempestuous sex' or even 'incendiary sparring'. Because right from the start of the book, these two love each other. They respect each other. And while the cap L love still sort of sneaks up on them, it's never in doubt that they are gonna make this work - despite Avery's issues with her mother who abandoned the family when she was 10 and Owen's issues with Well, I'm not really sure he has a lot of issues, except the need to plan everything a bit too carefully.
But really the lack of fireworks didn't bother me a bit. The book wasn't the least bit boring, because it's so rich in character detail and community. I loved the way Avery and Owen dealt with each other with such wit and intelligence throughout the book. And I also loved the way in which they interacted with the other characters - Roberts does Male Banter brilliantly but she pretty much turns it into an art form in this book when the three brothers get together and talk sex, and ghosts and women There's also the beautiful lyricism of Roberts's writing and her scene-setting I want to visit that darn inn so much now - which is a pretty nifty marketing trick on her part because it does actually exist!
Her books are always just so damn readable, I feel as if I'm slipping into the world these people inhabit as well as dipping into their lives and I love it. And if you're dead set on fireworks, don't forget to read the little taster at the end for the third and final story.
I think we've got a great firework finale in store when Hope Clare and Avery's best mate and the Brothers' innkeeper gets together with surly, moody and magnetic brother Ryder. View all 5 comments. Review posted: Hope, the innkeeper has moved in, the ghost is still floating around and appearing to various Review posted: The angst level in this book is very low. I thought the relationship between Owen and Avery was sweet, well-paced and it felt natural.
These two people have loved each other for so long, been close friends and seeing them fall in love was a nice progression. Owen is such a great guy, he already had me in his corner with his organized, planning self. He likes order and he likes to be prepared and along comes Avery, tossing some spontaneity into his life. Water sluiced over her, slicking her hair back. Her eyes, brilliantly blue now, stared into his, then went opaque as she shuddered. He plunged again, ripping a cry of pleasure from her, and still her eyes remained open and on his.
They both held on. The family dynamic is front and center in not only this book, but the whole series. I wanted more time on page between Avery and Owen and less on the Inn and decorating. My overall rating is 3 stars. I liked the characters minus the Inn and ghost and I thought the romance between Owen and Avery was incredibly sweet — watching these two go from friends to lovers.
It took Avery and Owen quite a lot time to be together and finally express the feelings they have for each other… A nice story, as sweet as the first one.. Christian Grey rated it really liked it Shelves: Quick review: Pretty Rating: NC Steaminess: Steamy Thumbs Up: Terribly sweet Characters: Well written Plot: When the one you were meant to love was always right there Page Turner: Yes Series Cont.? Yes Recommend: Yes Book Boyfriend: They are there like you would imagine life happens.
For a full review and yummy pic, see my blog post at: Audio Review MacLeod Andrews did a wonderful job with the narration. He used very different voices for each character which he carried through the series.
Gostei imenso da Avery que passa uma grande energia. Mainstream contemporary romance readers. My review in thirty words or less: Nothing blew me away about this romance, although it had its charms. Readers who enjoy friends to lovers stories and romances focused on family and friends will probably enjoy it.
Overall rating: Less slow than book 1, but still, it's Nora Roberts for goodness sakes, so it's not exactly galloping along like a Michael Bay movie.
It's more like if Bob Ross directed commercials for small-town inns. That's a compliment. Is La Nora losing her touch? Or is she just so in love with the idea of sharing her real-life inn with her readers that her story is suffering by comparison? Not only was the Inn the star of this book, but the main couple, Avery and Owen, were barely in focus.
Somewhere in there, she and Owen moved from friends to lovers, but if you blink, you miss it. More detailed review here. Yes, girlfriend, we are making this a thing!
She is consistently great, in every way. I can't recall offhand ever disliking one of her books. I only gave it three stars though because I felt this book was lacking something.
I can't quite put my finger on it though. I guess, in a lot of good romances In lots of Nora Roberts books, this formula exists and works really well.
In THIS Nora Roberts book, the missing element was the conflict, the tragedy, the kidnapping, the psycho ex returning, etc. There was no danger. Nothing to be brought back from the brink from. Do you know what I mean? We met Beckett in Book 1.
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Owen is the list maker, note taker, keep everything organized organizer. Oh, he's also built, hot and great with a hammer Avery has been close with the Montgomery's ever since she was a kid and has had a crush on Owen almost as long!
It works out for them. Aaaaaand that's it. That's the story. Oh her long lost mom makes an appearance and Avery's all bent out of shape about it with good reason though: But Owen forces her to talk about it and that's that.
There was no danger anywhere for these two. Only the dangers of following your own heart. He hit the lights, then just stood there, grinning like a moron. The decorative tile rug highlighted the span of the floor and added another note of charm to the softly painted walls with their custom, creamy wainscoting. Beckett had been right on target about leaving the side wall exposed brick. And their mother had been dead-on about the chandelier. Not fancy, not traditional, but somehow organic with its bronzy branches and narrow, flowing globes centered over that tile rug.
He glanced right, noted The Lobby restrooms with their fancy tiles and green-veined stone sinks had been painted. He pulled out his notebook, jotted down the need for a few touch-ups before he walked through the stone arch to the left. More exposed brickyeah, Beckett had a knack. The laundry room shelves showed ruthless organizationthat would be Hopes hand; her iron will had booted his brother Ryder out of his on-site office so she could start organizing.
He paused at what would be Hopes office, saw his brothers mark there: Wouldnt be much longer, Owen calculated, before Hope kicked Ryder out again. He continued on, stopped to bask at the open kitchen. Theyd installed the lights. The big iron fixture over the island, the smaller versions at each window. Warm wood cabinets, creamy accent pieces, smooth granite paid complement to gleaming stainless steel appliances.
He opened the fridge, started to reach for a beer. Hed be driving shortly, he reminded himself, and took a can of Pepsi instead before he made a note to call about installation of the blinds and window treatments. They were nearly ready for them. He moved on to Reception, took another scan, grinned again. The mantel Ryder had created out of a thick old plank of barn wood suited the old brick and the deep open fireplace.
At the moment, tarps, more paint cans, more tools crowded the space. He made a few more notes, wandering back, moving through the first arch, then paused on his way across The Lobby to what would be The Lounge, when he heard footsteps on the second floor. He walked through the next arch leading down the short hallway toward the stairs. He saw Luther had been hard at work on the iron rails, and ran a hand over it as he started the climb.
Okay, pretty damn gorgeous. You up here?
A door shut smartly, made him jump a little. His quiet blue 4. His brothers werent against screwing with him, and damned if hed give either of them an excuse to snicker. Ooooh, he said in mock fear. It must be the ghost. Im so scared! He made the turn toward the front of the building, saw that the door to Elizabeth and Darcy was indeed closed, unlike that of Titania and Oberon across from it.
Very funny, he thought sourly. He crept toward the door, intending to shove it open, jump in, and possibly give whichever one of his brothers was playing games a jolt. He closed his hand on the curved handle, pulled it down smoothly, pushed. The door didnt budge. Cut it out, asshole. But he laughed a little in spite of himself. At least until the door flew open, and both porch doors did the same. He smelled honeysuckle, sweet as summer, on the rush of icy air.
Well, Jesus. Hed mostly accepted they had a ghost, mostly believed it. After all, thered been incidents, and Beckett was adamant. Adamant enough hed named her Elizabeth in honor of the room she preferred. But this was Owens first personal, up-close, and unarguable experience. He stood, slack-jawed, as the bathroom door slammed, then flew open, then slammed again. Wow, okay. Um, sorry to intrude.
I was just 5. The door slammed in his faceor would have if he hadnt jumped back in time to avoid the bust to his nose. Hey, come on. Youve got to know me by now. Im here almost every day. Owen, Becks brother. I, ah, come in peace and all that. The bathroom door slammed again, and the sound made him wince. Easy on the material, okay? Whats the problem? I was just I get it. Clearing his throat, he pulled off his wool cap, raked his hands through his thick, bark brown hair. Listen, I wasnt calling you an asshole.
I thought it was Ry. You know my other brother. He can be an asshole, you have to admit. And Im standing in the hallway explaining myself to a ghost. The door opened a crack. Cautiously, Owen eased it open. Im just going to close the porch doors. We really have to keep them closed. He could admit, to himself, the sound of his own voice echoing in the empty room gave him the jitters, but he shoved the cap into his coat pocket as he moved to the far door, shut it, locked it.
But when he got to the second door, he saw the lights shining in Averys apartment over the restaurant. He saw her, or a flash of her, move by the window. The rush of air stilled; the scent of honeysuckle sweetened. Ive smelled you before, he murmured, still looking out at Averys windows. Beckett says you warned him the night that fuckersorry for the languageSam Freemont went after Clare.
So thanks for that. Theyre getting married Beck and Clare. You probably know that. Hes been stuck on her most of his life.
He shut the door now, turned around. So thanks again. The bathroom door stood open now, so he caught his own reflection in the mirror with its curvy iron frame over the vanity. He had to admit, he looked a little wild-eyed, and the hair sticking up in tufts from the rake of his fingers added to the spooked image. Automatically, he shoved his fingers through again to try to calm it down.
Im just going through the place, making notes. Were down to punch-out work essentially. Not in here, though. This is done. I think the crew wanted to finish this room up. Some of them get a little spooked.
No offense. Im going to finish up and go. See youor not see you, but Whatever, he decided, and backed out of the room. He spent more than thirty minutes, moving from room to room, floor to floor, adding to his notes.
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A few times, the scent of honeysuckle returned, or a door opened. Her presenceand he couldnt deny itseemed benign enough now. But he couldnt deny the faint sense of relief either as he locked up for the night. A half hour before sunrise, he let himself back into the inn, headed straight to the kitchen to set down the box of donuts, the tray of take-out coffee, and his briefcase.
To brighten the mood, and because it was there, he moved to Reception, switched on the gas logs. Pleased by Frost crunched lightly. Back in the kitchen, he opened his briefcase, took out his clipboard, and began to reviewagainthe agenda for the day. The phone on his belt beeped, signaling the time for the morning meeting. Hed finished half a glazed donut by the time he heard Ryders truck pull in. His brother wore a Montgomery Family Contractors cap, a thick, scarred work jacket, and his need-more-coffee scowl.
Dumbass, Ryders dog, padded in, sniffed the air, then looked longingly at the second half of Owens donut. Ryder grunted, reached for a cup.
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Thats Becks, Owen told him with barely a glance. As is clear by the B I wrote on the side. Ryder grunted again, took the cup marked R. After one long gulp he eyed the donuts, opted for a jelly-filled. At the thump of D. Becks late, Owen commented. Youre the one who decided we needed to meet up before dawn. Ryder took a huge bite of donut, washed it down with coffee.
He hadnt shaved, so a dark stubble covered the hard planes of his face. But his gold-flecked green eyes lost some of their sleepy scowl thanks to the caffeine and sugar. Too many interruptions once the crews here.
I looked around some on my way home last night. You had a good day. Damn straight. Well finish punch-out on the third floor this morning. Some trim and crown molding, some lights and 8. Luthers moving on the rails and banisters. So I saw. Ive got some notes. Yeah, yeah. Ill have more, I expect, when I finish going over two, and head up to three. Why wait? Ryder grabbed a second donut, started out. He tossed another chunk without bothering to glance at the dog, who trotted with him.
Dumbass fielded it with Golden Gloves precision. Becketts not here. Dudes got a woman, Ryder pointed out, and three kids. School morning.
Hell be here when he is, and can catch up. Theres some paint needs touching up down here, Owen began. I got eyes, too. Im going to have them come in, install the blinds throughout. If three gets punched out today, I can have them start on the window treatments by early next week.
The men cleaned up, but its construction clean. It needs a real cleaning, a polish. You need to get the innkeeper on that. Ill be talking to Hope this morning.
Im going to talk County into letting us start load-in. Ryder slanted a look at his brother. Weve got another two weeks, easy, and thats not counting the holidays. But Owen, as usual, had a plan. We can get three done, Ry, start working our way down. You think Mom and Caroleenot to mention Hopearent going to be running around buying more stuff once we get things in place?
I do figure it. We dont need them underfoot any more than they already are. They heard a door open from below as they rounded up to the third floor. On three, Owen called down. Coffees in the kitchen. Thank you, Jesus. Jesus didnt buy the coffee. Owen brushed his fingers over the oil-rubbed bronzed oval plaque engraved Innkeeper.
Classy touch. The place is full of them. Ryder gulped more coffee as they stepped inside. It looks good. Owen nodded as he toured through, into and out of the little kitchen, the bath, circling the two bedrooms. Its a nice, comfortable space. Pretty and efficient, like our innkeeper. Shes damn near as pain-in-the-ass fussy as you are. Remember who keeps you in donuts, bro. At the word donuts, D. Youre done, pal, Ryder told him, and with a doggie sigh, D.
Owen glanced over as Beckett came up the steps.
Hed shaved, Owen noted, and looked bright-eyed. Maybe a little wild-eyed, as he imagined most men did with three kids under the age of ten and the school-morning chaos that created.
He remembered his own school mornings well enough, and wondered how his parents had resisted doing major drugs. One of the dogs puked in Murphys bed, Beckett announced. I dont want to talk about it. Works for me. Owens talking about window treatments and loading in.
Beckett paused as he gave Dumbass a quick head rub. Weve still got trim to run, painting, punch-out. Not up here. Owen crossed to the first of their two suites, The Penthouse. We could outfit this suite. Hope could move her stuff in across the hall. How about Westley and Buttercup? Its done. We hung the bathroom mirror and lights yesterday.
Then Ill tell Hope to break out the mop, get this level shined up. Though he trusted Ryder, hed check the room himself. Shes got the list of what goes where, so she can run down to Bast, tell them what to deliver up here. He made notes on his clipboardshipment of towels and linens, purchase of lightbulbs and so on. Behind his back Beckett and Ryder exchanged looks.
I guess were loading in. I dont know who we is, Ryder corrected. Its not me or the crew. Weve got to finish the damn place. Dont bitch at me. Beckett held up his hands. Ive got to make the changes to the bakery project next door if were going to shift the crew from here to there without much of a lag.
I could use a lag, Ryder muttered but headed down behind Owen. Owen paused at Elizabeth and Darcy, gave the Beckett, you might want to talk p to your pal, Lizzy. Make sure she keeps this door open, and the terrace doors shut. It is open. They are shut. Now they are. She got a little peeved last night. Intrigued, Beckett lifted his brows. Is that so? I guess I had my personal close encounter. I did a walkthrough last night, heard somebody up here.
I figured it for one of you, messing with me. She thought I called her an asshole, and let me know she didnt care for it. Becketts grin spread wide and quick.
Shes got a temper. Tell me. We made up, I think. But in case she holds a grudge. Were done in here, too, Ryder told him. It came in, finally, yesterday. Lamps, lamps, more lamps, shelves, and God knows. But its punched out. Ive got a list, too. Ryder tapped his head while the dog walked over to sit at his side.
I just dont have to write every freaking thing down in ten places. Robe hooks, towel racks, TP dispensers, Owen began. On the slate for today. Mirrors, flat screens, switch plates and outlet covers, door bumpers.
On the slate, Owen. Youve got the list of what goes where? Nobody likes a nag, Sally. Exit signs need to go up. Owen continued working down his list as he walked to The Dining Room.
Wall sconces in here. The boxes we built for the fire extinguishers need to be painted and installed. Once you shut up, I can get started. Brochures, website, advertising, finalizing room rates, packages, room folders. Not my job. Count your frigging blessings. How much longer for the revised plans on the bakery project? Owen asked Beckett.