A year after packing and moving from L.A. to Mercury, North Carolina, John Ford still hasn't adjusted to the heat. Or to life without his long-time partner. As he fixes up the old house he bought, the quiet becomes his only companion, and he's content with that until a deep-voiced stranger plants himself under a tree across the street.
Eight years ago, Connor Meecham left someone behind in that house. Now he's back to find the man he used to be, before drugs and prison sent his life careening off the tracks. But it's not his mother's face peering through the window. It's a man who seems as lost as Conn himself.
When John learns what the house and the dying town mean to Conn, he finds himself opening the door to his heart. Just a crack. But it's enough to get mixed up in a world of emotions as complicated as the recipe for the perfect cherry pie. Where one misstep can turn something sweet and juicy into one hot mess.
This is my first Samantha Kane read, and I found the writing strangely detached. The story has a melancholy, distant quality. I felt like I was wading through quick sand.
Both MCs carry massive baggage, and they absolutely refuse to own up to their needs and desires. I wouldn't call this miscommunication as much as an utter lack of communication. It's hard to miscommunicate if you're not talking.
I liked the sense of community in the small town, minus the vile sheriff, of course. Conn's friend Toby was great, and Miss Priss was just a hoot.
The steamy scenes were plentiful and well-written, but I kept waiting for FEELINGS, damn it; where were the feelings?
The ending left me strangely bereft. Was anything really settled? Tentative HEA at best.