Meet Dorothy Jarrow: devotedly unsexy librarian
Buttoned-up book lover DJ is all sensible shoes, drab skirts and studious glasses. After an ill-advised spring-break-fueled fling left her mortified, she's committed to her prim and proper look. When she's hired by a rural library in middle-of-nowhere Kansas, she finally has the lifestyle to matchand she can't wait to get her admin on.
But it's clear from day one that the small-town library is more interested in circulating rumors than books. DJ has to organize her unloved library, win over oddball employees and avoid her flamboyant landlady's attempts to set her up with the town pharmacist. Especially that last partbecause it turns out handsome Scott Sanderson is her old vacation fling! She is not sure whether to be relieved or offended when he doesn't seem to recognize her. But with every meeting, DJ finds herself secretly wondering what it would be like to take off her glasses, unpin her bun and reveal the inner vixen she's been hiding from everyoneincluding herself.
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Through the windshield of her aging Chevy hatchback, Dorothy gazed across the yellow poppy fields toward the Emerald City. Of course, the poppy fields were more accurately described as "amber waves of grain" and the visible tower on the distant horizon was a grain elevator rather than a wizard's dwelling, but she couldn't have felt more caught up in an unlikely fantasy. She was eager, excited, out of her comfort zone.
Dorothy Jarrow, D.J. to her friends, had been waiting for her chance since grad school. Six years is a short time, people assured her. A very short time, in an era of tight budgets and declining community commitment, for a public library administrator to find her own institution to manage. For most of her colleagues, simply maintaining employment was challenge enough. But inexplicably and sight unseen, D.J. had been plucked from her obscure job as collections assistant (aka gofer to the boss from Hell) and offered the position to head a tiny but thriving library system in Verdant, Kansas. It was as unlikely a scenario as a tornado trip to the Land of Oz.
"We're almost there, Dew," she told the small black terrier with his pink-and-black nose inching through the wires of the crate. "It's a clean slate in a brand-new life."
Three weeks ago, D.J. had never even heard of the place. Verdant, pronounced by the locals with the emphasis on the dant, had been simply another anonymous, inconspicuous, unremarkable small town. But after today, it would be home. A place D.J. had been searching for her whole life.
As she neared the town, she eased up on the gas pedal, forcing herself to maintain the pace of the speed limit. Not merely because all her worldly possessions were packed into a rental trailer she was towing behind her. But also, eagerness notwithstanding, small-town librarians were expected to be law-abiding, as well as sedate, slightly stuffy and incredibly sexless. D.J. was pretty certain she fit that bill perfectly.
She had dressed for the occasion in regulation gray, including low-heeled practical pumps, wearing her eyeglasses and with her dark brown hair neatly tamed and tied back at the nape of her neck.
"That part of Kansas is one of the most conservative places in the country," her former roommate, Terri, had pointed out.
"Then I should fit in very well," she'd answered.
There was a hesitation on the end of the phone line. "D.J., just be yourself," she advised.
Terri always said things like that. And D.J. always discounted such advice. It was all well and good for other people, like Terri, to follow her inclinations. But D.J. had found circumspection and reticence could be very comforting lifestyle choices.
However, none of the careful restraint she'd professed was in evidence as she reached the tiny town that was to become the center of her universe. She was almost giddy with excitement. Past the roadside gas stations, she immediately recognized the Brazier Grill. She'd seen it on Google Earth, of course. She'd been glued to the internet for days learning all she could about her new locale. And although officially there seemed to be nine commercial eating establishments, the Brazier was the only place in town that had an actual restaurant review (three stars). Beyond it were several metal buildings with business names like Avery Pipe, Gun-ther Fencing and Vern's Seed and Tractor.
D.J. slowed as she came to the small incline where the road crossed the collection of railroad tracks of the Burlington Northern & Santa Fe. Off to her left, the giant grain elevator loomed, casting a long afternoon shadow across the entrance to the main part of town.
This was where she was going to live. This was the community where she would plant her life. And she secretly vowed that the people who gave her this chance would never have cause to regret it.
Along the street she passed neat rows of houses, all vintage, well kept, many with porch swings, flowers in the yard, evidence of love and care.
"Plenty of places to run around here, Dew," she announced. "No more cramped apartment and crowded dog park for you."
The elegant arches of St. Luke's Methodist with its gothic spire reaching toward heaven seemed to divide the residential community from the commercial one. With angled parking and a spattering of traffic lights, D.J. thought downtown Verdant was adorably picturesque. The two-story brick and masonry buildings lined each side, some fancifully ornate and others stodgily square. On the second corner a triangular sign extended out over the sidewalk rather gaudily declaring itself the Ritz Theatre. The marquee read Movie Nights: Friday and Saturday.
D.J. spotted two banks, a hardware store, a bakery, appliance sales and a pharmacy. There was something called Flea Heaven in a building that still proudly proclaimed its earlier incarnation as Kress Five & Dime. She was glancing into the bright windows of the florist shop and nearly missed her turn. The library was on Government Street, just past the corner fire station, the 1960s turquoise city hall and the former territorial jail, still in use.
She pulled both car and tow into an empty parking spot right in front of the building and gazed at the gorgeous classical red brick with oversize concrete columns and a triangular pediment that drew the eye to the modest dome. D.J. sighed aloud. It was a Carnegie, of course. Andrew Carnegie, the billionaire philanthropist of the Gilded Age, had been a great believer in the power of the public library. He'd erected them everywhere, in every corner of the country. And this one, this one, D.J. was sure, had been built just for her.
"Perfect," she said aloud. "Perfect library, perfect town, perfect future. Way to go, Dorothy!"
She gathered up her self-congratulation and her purse and got out of the car. Though she wasn't actually starting her new job until tomorrow, D.J. just couldn't wait to see the place. She opened the back door and released Dew from his captivity. The little dog immediately raced to the patch of green lawn beneath a nearby tree and did a quick spritz before dutifully hurrying back for his leash. D.J. clipped the hook on his collar.
"Dogs do not belong in libraries," she reminded him. "I won't be long and I expect you to be good."
D.J. twisted the leash handle around the lowest limb of the tree. Dew had already spread out on the ground, happily decapitating a stick that he'd found.
D.J. climbed the steps, her heart pounding in anticipation. The opportunity had truly been out of the blue. She'd been checking her email at lunch break and there it was, an inquiry from her posted resume. The first inquiry in the two years since it had been up. D.J. had almost forgotten that it was there. And the email was so incredible, so unexpected, she'd almost deleted it as spam.
She'd committed the text to memory.
After examining your credentials, the members of the board would like to offer you the position of Librarian for Verdant Independent Regional Library. We have a 70,000 volume collection inclusive of the Main library and two bookmobiles. You will be supervising four fulltime staff. Competitive salary, benefits. Housing provided. Please contact us immediately.
D.J. had read over it a dozen times before the words sank in. She was being hired. No interview, no consideration of other candidates, no nothing.
She had called to say "yes" before she even finished lunch. She'd given her notice less than an hour later. And now she was here. Finally, finally here, D.J. thought to herself. She had her own library in her own town.
It took some strength to open the building's heavy oversize door. That immediately had her wondering about handicap access. Once inside the stuffy, airless foyer, access became the least of her worries. The building was dark and worn, with the distinctive odor of cellulose decay. The smell of old books could be wonderful, but the acids that eat up paper are as devastating to a library as a fire, and this place smelled rife with them.
D.J. took a couple of steps inside, allowing her eyes to become accustomed to the dim light. In the shelves to her left she caught a glimpse of a man in the shadows, who immediately disappeared into the stacks.
The place was eerie, spooky, unwelcoming. Outside it had been all Andrew Carnegie. Inside it was all Tim Burton.
The main desk was a curved dais fronting a two-level, limited-access book collection behind wrought iron bars. The woman seated at the desk was a bit pudgy and probably fiftysomething, D.J. surmised. She was wearing a garish orange sweater that was easily the brightest thing in the room. And she was looking directly at D.J. Or, more accurately, she was glaring at her.
D.J. made a mental note to stress friendliness at her very first staff meeting. Leading by example, she put on a gracious smile as she stepped forward.
"Hello," she said quietly. "I'm Dorothy Jarrow, the new librarian."
Somewhere behind her a book slammed loudly closed. The unexpected sound in the hushed library made her jump. D.J. recovered herself quickly and offered another smile to the woman behind the desk.
"I know exactly who you are," the woman replied. Her tone was almost openly rude. She continued her task, which seemed to consist of putting address labels on postcards.
When the woman didn't volunteer her own name, D.J. requested it.
"I am Amelia Grundler," she declared with such ad-amancy that she obviously expected D.J. to know it. When she did not, the woman added, "I am the librarian."
D.J. managed not to drop her jaw on the floor, but her smile did waver. "I I understood that the librarian had died."
"Miss Popplewell died six years ago," Miss Grun-dler said. "But the old woman hadn't darkened the door to this place in more than a decade. All that time I've been here, the acting librarian. Now they go and hire some some.. " The woman was looking D.J. up and down. "Someone else," she finished.
D.J. was mentally gathering up a strategy. New on the job was like being the new kid in school. It always took time to fit in, and more so when your presence was going to displace someone else. She could go with blaming the board, but she wasn't sure, as an outsider, if risking more dissention wasn't worse. Or she could beg for help, pointing out how much the woman's experience and expertise was needed. But at first glance, Amelia Grundler didn't seem to be the type to be won over by teamwork.
D.J. had just begun to consider option three, authoritarian threat, when the main door swung open letting in a broad shaft of light and a white-haired, middle-aged woman dressed in elegant purple pinstripes and a fluffy scarf of violet hues.
"Oh, it is you, it is you," the entrant said excitedly. "When I saw that moving trailer with the Texas license tag, I said, that's got to be our girl." She rushed forward and grabbed D.J. by the hand, as if they were dear friends. "But you shouldn't have come here first. I was expecting you at the house."
"I wanted to see the library."
"Not before you get settled in," the purple person corrected her. "Believe me, you'll get all the time you can bear in this dreary old place. I'm sure I do."
The woman waved away her surroundings with denunciation.
"But where are my manners! I haven't even introduced myself. I am, of course, Vivian Sanderson."
D.J. had spoken to the head of the library board on the phone. "It's nice to meet you in person."
"We are going to be such friends," the small woman predicted. "I'm also your landlady. Come, come. Let me get you out of this drab, dusty old place." The small powerhouse began herding D.J. toward the door.
D.J. made some effort to resist. After all, this so-called "drab, dusty old place" was her dream job, her future.
"I really wanted to tour the building," she argued.
Mrs. Sanderson tutted and shook her head. "Tomorrow is soon enough for that," she said. "This place has been here since dirt was the new thing and it will be exactly the same when hell freezes over. Besides, I'm sure your staff is not ready for you. They'll want to make their best first impression."
D.J. was already fairly certain that if Miss Grundler was any indication, her employees weren't going to be all that happy to see her at all.
The feisty woman had managed to steer her all the way to the door. She huffed a little as she tried to push it open. D.J. had no alternative but to assist.
"Goodbye, Amelia," Mrs. Sanderson said with a little wave toward the front desk. More loudly she directed a call toward the stacks. "Goodbye, James!"
Once outside in the sunlight, the woman paused to look D.J. over from head to toe. "Oh, yes, aren't you lovely," she said. "Taller than I expected, but rather prettier than your LinkedIn photo. Though gray is not your color, dear. Pink, I'm thinking, but not pastel, more a deep rose."
D.J. never wore pink, neither rose nor pastel, and she didn't intend to start. "Mrs. Sanderson, I."
"Oh, please, call me Viv, everybody does. And what should I call you? Dorothy? Dot? Dottie?"
D.J. would have expected the members of the library board to call her Ms. Jarrow.
"My friends call me D.J.," she heard herself saying.
"D.J." Viv tried it out on her tongue. "I like that. Very cheerful and peppy. Yes, let's definitely go with that."
Flashing a broad smile she began hurrying toward the street.
As they walked toward the car, Dew spotted them and began making excited circles in anticipation of being on the go once more.
"Is this your dog?"
Viv nodded. "He's not too large. I'm sure he'll be fine."
Fine for what, D.J. wasn't sure. She'd made it very clear to Mrs. Sanderson that she had a pet. She hoped that her "provided housing" would definitely accommodate that.
Viv's car, parked directly in front of D.J., was a Mini Cooper convertible in the exact same shade of purple as her suit.
D.J. gathered up Dew's leash and put him back inside his crate. She tossed the leash on the passenger seat beside her and she hurried to follow the older woman.
With the top of her convertible down, Mrs. Sanderson's scarf flapping in the breeze a la Isadora Duncan was hard to miss. And though the distance had several turns, which led to the edge of town and left streets for blacktop, her speedometer never got above twenty miles per hour.
When the purple Mini turned into the driveway of a gorgeous two-story Queen Anne, D.J. pulled in behind it with some trepidation. She had pictured her furnished housing as a second-floor walk-up in a taupe-colored stucco apartment complex. This place was not that. D.J. was fairly certain that the residence was Viv's own. The lavender paint color with eggplant trim was a dead giveaway.
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My Review: This book was so different then a lot of contemporary romances that I read. While normally you're rooting for the main characters I was too busy focusing on the male characters mom. She was a great addition to the story and I loved her character. I really loved that both of these people came from completely different backgrounds but had a lot in common. The romance seemed realistic and it was well written. I will definitely be reading more from Ms. Pamela. What sold me on this book was the cover and the fact that DJ was a librarian and had a cat named Dewey was fantastic. I haven't read a contemporary romance that put so much into the world building like this one did. It was absolutely refreshing. I liked how we got the glimpses into the first encounter from the main characters and how it was written in dual POVS. I loved Scott no matter what he went through he still looked at life positively. My favorite character was Viv, watching her struggle with loss was so heart wrenching that I found myself on the brink of tears throughout the book as I viewed things from her POV. I really liked all of the additional characters they added the community and real feel to the story. I only wish that DJ had friends that she could talk to. What kept this book from being perfect is the build up to the big reveal and how the book just abruptly ended. I was hoping to see more of the developing relationship. Then that epilogue with the 8 year jump left a lot to be desired. This book was provided to me by Harlequin Mira through NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Absolutely amazing! Bravo Amy! Keep going!
Haven't read one of hers that I didn't like!
4 STARS I used to think working in a library would be a perfect job for me. But I would rather read the books than shelve them. I like the characters especially D.J. She accepts a job and moves to a small town in Kansas. DJ has no family but her little dog Dewey. She is excited to be in charge of her own library. She finds out that her apartment that comes with the job is actually the upstairs of Vivian who hired her. She is on the board of the library. Scott is divorced pharmacist. He met D.J. years ago and does not recongize her as Sparkle who he had a one night stand on spring break. All he knows is that D.J. does not like him off the bat. Vivian has actually hired D.J. and brought her to town to fix up her son. She wants to see him settled before she can go on her plans. I like the town and all the different folks in it. It really makes the story to get to know so many of the characters. I would like to know more of James story. I liked the pace of the book. Once I started I did not stop till it was finished. There is a few love scenes in the book that I skipped over. The subject of suicide and the different perspectives was interesting. I was given this ebook to read and in return asked to give honest review of it by Netgalley and Harlequin. August 27th 2013 PUB by Harlequin MIRA 432 pages ISBN:0778315371
Overall, I have to say that I enjoyed Love Overdue but I wish there’d been a little more going on between the covers. It’s an intriguing plot, full of fun and interesting people, warmth and charm, and just that perfect touch of humor, but I can’t help feel like I was left wanting more, which is a bit disquieting. I do recommend giving it a chance though – Morsi has a entertaining writing style and great ideas – and you might not find the holes that I did. - Full review available at BookTrib's website or RomanticReadsandSuch on wordpress
Rating: 4.5 Stars In Love Overdue by Pamela Morsi, Dorothy "D.J." Jarrow is ecstatic when she sees the Verdant Town Library for the first time. She is the head librarian and can't wait to bring in a fresh perspective and get started making improvements. She has a less than stellar welcome by the current librarian, Miss Grundler, when she arrives, but she's up for the challenge. She almost changes her mind, however, when she realizes that her landlady's son Scott was her spring break fling eight years ago. D.J. never expected to see him again. Scott is just as handsome now, maybe even more so, and is still as much a smooth-talker as he was in South Padre Island. By some miracle he doesn't remember her and she wants to keep it that way. Awkwardness ensues thanks to his meddling, but loving, mom Viv finding ways to throw them together. Will D.J. be able to ignore the sparks still flying between her and Scott? Or will she give in and see if their chemistry is still just as combustible as before? Pharmacist Scott Sanderson has always been the kind of guy who does what is expected and tries to live up to the name his father made for their family. He still remembers (and fantasizes about) the one time he just went wild and did whatever he wanted eight years ago on spring break. How he wishes he could see his South Padre Sparkle again. When he first meets the new town librarian, D.J., he thinks she looks familiar, that they've met before but can't figure it out. Scott hears the entire town talking about how nice and welcoming she is, but she's always cold and concise with him. He doesn't know what he's done to offend D.J. but he tries to keep an open mind. He thinks she's very pretty and is probably quite sexy beneath that all-business attitude. If he could just get her to give him the time of day he knows he could change her mind. Love Overdue is a fun small town romance for all of us hopelessly devoted to books and libraries. Quirky yet sweet characters abound in Verdant, Kansas, all of whom have their very own special place in this story. I loved that there are several funny references to The Wizard of Oz, of course with it being set in Kansas...and there's even a little dog too! No his name isn't Toto. It's Melvil Dewey, Jr, which is quite fitting considering his owner is a librarian, and for me he was really the most endearing character in this book. Pamela Morsi did a fabulous job bringing a small mid-west town to life with an array of multi-layered residents. Most of them are sweet and harmless like James, Suzy, Amos, Jeannie and Stevie & Vern. Amelia Grundler on the other hand plays the part of the wicked witch in town and is someone you will love to hate. Viv Sanderson was one of the more intriguing characters to me. She's fun, outgoing and filled with civic pride and duty. But she's still reeling from the loss of her dear husband and it's not really clear until the story progresses as to how she is really coping with everything. I cheered on our hero and heroine from the start. And what a bumpy start (well, re-start) it was! D.J. remembered their one night fling eight years ago but Scott doesn't. We get to see snippets of that night through flashbacks scattered throughout the book. D.J. spends much of her time worrying he will remember yet also still feeling completely drawn to him. I was frustrated with the way she handled the situation at first, but obviously it added some sparks to the storyline, so it worked well for their situation. Scott is a great guy who's doing his best to live up to his father's expectations. He's learned from his mistakes and just wants to find that special someone with which to settle down. Simply put: Love Overdue is just a lot of fun. I loved the quirkiness of the story and characters. The ending is magical (read the Epilogue!!) and totally made me sigh happily. I highly recommend this for contemporary romance readers looking for an off-beat but very charming story.
I liked it but it really bothered me how the author skipped pretty much completely over the big reveal! Yes we get an epilogue but I wanted to see reveal and the aftermath of the reveal. Don't get me wrong, other than that I quite enjoyed the story and the journeys that D.J., Scott, and even Viv go on. And its told from both D.J.'s and Scott's points of view with a few from Scott's mom, Viv, thrown in there, so that was awesome. I love me some multiple POVs.
I would be lying if I didn't admit that it was the cover that first drew my interest to this book when I saw it on NetGalley. Pamela Morsi was a brand new author to me and this isn't necessarily the type of book I would be quick to choose off the shelves ordinarily. But, the cover. It grabbed me and held on and I knew I had to read it. And boy, I'm glad I did! "Through the windshield of her aging Chevy hatchback, Dorothy gazed across the yellow poppy fields towards the Emerald City. Of course, the poppy fields were more accurately described as "amber waves of grain" and the visible tower on the distant horizon was a grain elevator rather than a wizard's dwelling, but she couldn't have felt more caught up in an unlikely fantasy. She was eager, excited, out of her comfort zone." Dorothy "D.J." Jarrow was about to make her new home in Verdant, Kansas. Verdant is a small farm town where everyone knows everyone's everything. Outsiders aren't always welcomed immediately. But once they are, it's like they've always been there. This is evident in D.J.'s story. "That didn't feel like a first kiss." Danger alerts finally sounded in D.J.'s brain. "I don't know what you mean." "I feel like I've kissed you a million times and it was always like that." The first words that come to mind to describe D.J. are conservative, restrained, sedate, and stuffy. On the surface, she seems to be the stereotypical librarian. But, as we soon learn, there is a lot more to D.J. than meets the eye. Underneath her restrained exterior, she's sexy and passionate. She's also kind and accepting. She recognizes the differences in others without judging them for those differences. D.J. is the type of character I identify with and cheer on throughout a book. "It's called the moon illusion. For a million years people thought that it was magnified somehow, that it was really bigger looking on the horizon than in the sky. We think the moon looks larger, but it's not. It's an optical illusion. It's just how we see things. Not as ordinary as they are, but as grand as we imagine them to be." Scott Sanderson, the small-town pharmacist, was a bit of an enigma to me. As is typical of most romance book love interests, he was hot and built. He was also intelligent and kind. He was looking for passion. Scott was haunted nightly by lusty dreams of a woman he can't identify. As time goes on, he starts associating D.J. with his "Sparkle" from spring break years back. Of course, they're one and the same, so that might have something to do with it. :) Despite all their chemistry, it takes a painfully long time for Scott to realize D.J. is, in fact, his "Sparkle." "Dating in Verdant is like a spectator sport. The only thing that draws a bigger or more loyal audience is the high school basketball team. So if Scott had dated anyone, I would know it." This book was filled with rich characters. Suzy is the stereotypical small-town gossip. She often speaks before she thinks. She's blunt. She's not a bad person; she just doesn't have a filter. James was a puzzle. I felt fondly for him, even if I didn't fully understand him. Scott's mom, Viv Sanderson, was quite a character. She was meddlesome. But, she truly had everyone's best interests at heart. I loved reading about her plans and the steps she took to make sure things turned out as she wanted. "I love how, except for an occasional shadow on the horizon, or the flash of one vehicle upon another, you don't really see the big machines, just the lights on the path in front of them cutting the wheat." "That's probably a great metaphor for the people in Verdant," he said. "It's easy to see what we do every day. What we manage to get done. But when it comes to who we actually are and what kind of loads we're lugging around, that's not so visible." If you're looking for a sweet little read with a happily ever after, pick this one up. It had some unexpected depth to go along with the rich characters and charming story. I think it painted a very accurate picture of life in a small farm town. D.J. might have been an outsider when the book started, but she was very much accepted by the town and its people by the end. Verdant embodies the best of everything great about a small town. The way the residents banded together to help her with the library warmed my heart. It truly epitomized the small-town spirit you might not recognize or appreciate if you never lived in one. I'm lucky to be able to say I did. Even though I live (kind of) in the big city now, I miss that small-town attitude and spirit at times. I know the best of both worlds. I received this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.
Only once in her life, had DJ ever let loose, and she will never forget that night eight years ago, or the hot fling she spent it with, or the mortifying 'morning after' as she slinked out if his motel room. But nothing brought the memories back to life faster, than coming face to face with the hot fling from all those years ago. It doesn't help that he turns out to be the son of the board member who hired her as librarian, to come and head up the rural library in Verdant, Kansas. Dressed to look the part in shapeless greys, pulled back knot and stern glasses, DJ looks nothing like the anonymous sparkly girl of that hot one night stand, but still it stung that he had no clue who she was. DJ is determined to focus on the improvement of the library and not get distracted by Scott, town pharmacist and erstwhile hot fling, nor be waylaid by the interim librarian's ministrations to boycott any and every step DJ takes. Her friendly nature ensures that she quickly wins over the rest of her employees and most of the library's visitors who would welcome any improvement. With her landlady's ongoing outrageous attempts to set her up with Scott, and the rumour mill rampant, DJ finds it virtually impossible to avoid him. Slowly the initial irritation turns into appreciation, and ultimately there is no denying the attraction anymore. Until finally that loose and open girl from eight years ago, starts fighting free from the dull and stodgy role DJ had cast herself in. Will Scott know her now?? *** What a lovely surprise!!! I initially thought I would be reading a cute, but rather predictable 'love revisited' type story. But about a quarter into the book, all these wonderful delicate layers started becoming visible, making this so much more than just another easy romantic read! The slow deepening of nuance around the characters, really brings them to life and makes the perhaps somewhat familiar plot, all that more compelling and believable. However......there is a huge chasm between the last regular chapter and what can be constituted as the Epilogue....where we skip eight years ahead. I normally enjoy being able to peek into the future to see what has become of the characters, but in this case, I don't even know where we left off precisely? I mean, I can guess what happened, based on the facts of eight years later, but give that a huge part of this story was this previous connection DJ and Scott had. Scott didn't remember the previous encounter, at least not DJ's part in it and his reaction to that revelation, since the tension around that had been building throughout the story, was necessary for its completion. I feel we are missing an entire chapter. Now, unfortunately, we are left with this big, gaping hole.....a huge question mark, that mars an otherwise close to perfectly intricate country story. I would have gladly give this book 4.5 of 5 stars in a rating, but I can't do it now.........and it doesn't feel right, because what IS there.....is so good! Despite my comments above, I still thoroughly enjoyed reading LOVE OVERDUE. **ARC courtesy of NetGalley and Harlequin in return for an honest review.**