Welcome to The “What-If” Guy Blog Tour!
Thank you for joining me in the celebration of the re-release of Brooke Moss’s The “What-If” Guy. Below you will find more information about this wonderful, heart-warming romance from Entangled Publishing – Edge.
Please enjoy my review and the excerpt that follows it.
Rating: 4.5 stars
Available at: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
Synopsis: What would you do if you’re “what if” guy showed up at the lowest point of your life?
(Autumn Cole clocked hers with an encyclopedia.)
After losing her job at a swanky Seattle art gallery and finding out her father has been hospitalized, single mother Autumn Cole reluctantly returns to her tiny hometown of Fairfield, Washington to put the pieces of her life back together.
Her disgruntled twelve-year old son isn’t thrilled about going from hip to hick, but Autumn’s got it worse. She resumes her role as the daughter of the town drunk, promptly facing a crisis with her father that’s been decades in the making.
Running into Henry Tobler, and nearly breaking his nose, is almost more than she can handle, but can rediscovering love–and herself–with her “what if” guy teach Autumn to forgive before it’s too late?
Review: Autumn returns home to Fairfield with her son Elliot to nurse her father back to health and get her life back on track. The last thing she expected was to run into her ex-boyfriend, Henry, the only man she ever loved.
Although this is mainly a Romance, it encompassed so much more. Brooke Moss brought to the page a heart warming story about friendship, family and second chances. From the start, I was drawn into the story and its characters.
A funny and strong-willed single mother, Autumn felt like a friend to me and reading her story was both entertaining and painful. I found myself laughing at her antics and inner musings, but also crying with her and for her. She truly was an incredible character to get to know.
Henry was adorable and infuriating. Although at times I wanted to get inside his head, I don’t think that I missed much, since Brooke Moss did a great job of letting me see Henry’s personality and emotions through Autumn’s eyes. He was thoughtful, funny and completely adorable.
Brooke Moss introduced a wonderful cast of secondary characters that added to the story in their own right. I enjoyed the camaraderie between the townsfolk, the gossip mill and how they all pulled together for a common cause. I especially liked Holly and how she and Autumn renewed her friendship.
All in all, The “What-If” Guy was a great romantic story about letting go, taking chances and accepting new beginnings. Add a pair of complex, interesting main characters, a cast of quirky neighbors, humor and range in emotions and you’ve got yourself a wonderful read.
“Did you mean what you said?” His lips brushed against the corner of my mouth.
“When I said what?” I asked in a breathy voice, trembling. Or maybe that was Henry.
“When you said…” He swallowed. “…that you still loved me?”
My heart pitched. “Yes.”
The next few minutes were a blur. His lips came down on mine with such determination that I stumbled backwards. His strong hands caught me. He slid his hand up my back and clutched my neck, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He tangled his fingers in my hair and deepened our kiss.
We moved as if we’d been kissing each other for eternity, yet it felt as exciting and brand new as the first time. All five of my senses were keenly alert as Henry’s tongue teased mine. His rugged scent filled my nose and light flashed behind my closed eyes. I grazed my fingers over the ridges of his muscles, then tugged at the bottom of his shirt, longing to touch, skin-to-skin. My ears rang, my mouth filling with the taste of Henry. I wanted more, more, more.
Breathlessly, Henry pulled back and gazed at me with clouded eyes. His lips, swollen and parted, tugged up on one side. I lifted his shirt tail and ran my palms up his chest, sending a shudder through him.
Henry licked his lips and the butterflies in my stomach morphed into a flock of pterodactyls. I felt self-conscious under his heavy gaze, his eyes studying me as if he were memorizing every detail of the moment.
“Hi,” I whispered.
Henry laughed, a low rumble from deep in his chest. He nipped at my lower lip, grabbed my backside and effortlessly lifted me onto his hips. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his face to mine.
Henry carried me to the wall, nestling me against a frolicking sea horse. He buried his face in my hair, his teeth scraping gently against my neck. I tugged at the buttons on his shirt, whimpering when his lips met my earlobe. I tore at his shirt. What was going on with these buttons? He was locked up like Fort Knox.
Henry kissed a trail from my ear to my collarbone. I finally popped the top button off his shirt, then dragged my nails down his chest. A pleased growl escaped his lips. I tightened my legs, willing him not to stop. The sound of my hammering heart echoed in my ears.
The whole celibate-devoted-mother-and-daughter routine was highly overrated.
“Autumn,” he groaned. He brought his mouth to mine and plastered me with kiss after kiss, then pulled away with an audible smack.
“No, no, no,” I moaned as I lowered my feet to the floor. I stood on my tip-toes and pressed my lips to his, slowing the pace and opening his mouth with mine.
Henry gripped my hips and we leaned against the wall for the next few minutes, making out like teenagers. I wanted him so badly, I could hardly stand upright. If I hadn’t been pressed against the seahorse, I would have fallen over.
“Stop,” he said, resting his forehead on mine. “Take a breath.”
I drew in a long breath and closed my eyes. “Don’t you want this?”
Henry gave me his positively edible, lopsided grin. “Of course I want this. I’m going crazy.”
I clenched my teeth. “Then why do you keep stopping?”
He pushed himself back, peeling our bodies apart, and tugged at a strand of my hair. “Because I‘m going to do this right.”
“Right?” I straightened my shirt and wobbled a bit. “What part of…” I gestured between the two of us “…this didn’t feel right to you?”
Henry pecked me tenderly on the nose. “This felt hot.” Taking my hand, he led me to the doorway. “Really hot. That’s not a bad thing.”
Henry went to button his shirt, then realized that the top button had busted clean off. “But I’m not just going for hot.”
“What do you mean?”
His expression grew serious. “This is our second chance. I’m doing it right.”
A smile lingered on my lips. I couldn’t help myself. “What do you mean?”
He grinned, “You just said that.”
“No.” He pulled me in for another long, drawn-out kiss. “I’m on call at the firehouse every night through Thursday. So Friday night, we’re going out.”
“Be ready at seven o’clock.”
About the Author
Brooke Moss writes complex, character-driven stories about kismet, reunited lovers, first love, and the kind of romance that we should all have the chance at finding. She prefers her stories laced with some humor just for fun, and enough drama to keep her readers flipping the pages, and begging for more!
When Brooke isn’t spinning tales, she spends her time drawing/cartooning, reading two books a week (ask her who her faves are), watching movies then comparing them to books, and, of course, wrangling four kids, one hubby she lovingly refers to as her “nerd”, and attempting to conquer the Mount Everest of laundry that is the bane of her existence.
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