Charmed, Texas, is as warm and welcoming as it sounds. But even in a small town, when it comes to love, sometimes you’ve got to take the bitter with the sweet . . .
Carmen Frost hates honey. And bees. And in her hometown of Charmed, Texas, which practically invented the stuff, that’s a problem. The good news is that the summer Honey Festival is finally over. Even better, so is the annual Lucky Hart carnival, a road show that made off with her dreams years ago—including the boy she loved. Now she’s got a divorce behind her, and a successful law career in front of her, but in a tiny town, big memories die hard. Or they don’t die at all—as Carmen discovers when she runs into an all too familiar pair of eyes—older, wiser, and just as heart-melting as ever . . .
Sully Hart has had enough of the nomad lifestyle. Travelling with his father’s carnival gave him adventures, but it cost him much more. Now he’s home to stay, contracted to create an entertainment complex in Charmed. He wants roots, a house with a yard and all the mundane pleasures that go with it. But the girl he loved has become a woman who still wants freedom. Can she still want him? It seems he and Carmen are at each other’s throats one minute—and on each other’s lips the next. Someone’s gotta give . . .
"Fans of the first installment (A Charmed Little Lie) will enjoy this second one just as much and be clamoring for the third." — Library Journal on Lucky Charmed
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Sharla writes modern day, quirky love stories with dysfunctional families, love problems, and snarky humor. Because who doesn’t love a love story? Especially one with strong women and drama and baggage and hot men that can’t get enough of them.…
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"C'mon people," I muttered, crossing the grocery parking lot for the third time. "The sales aren't that good this week. It's time to wrap it up."
I could go to the bigger supermarket in Charmed, but I preferred Brewsters, a smaller one in Goldworth, near my office. Fewer people. Less judgment.
Fewer parking spaces.
Spotting a mom shouldering two reusable canvas shopping bags with two kids in tow, I cranked the wheel in her direction. She smiled quickly and pushed her kids in front of her as she approached an SUV, as if she was used to being stalked. As anyone who shopped here should be.
I groaned under my breath at the big cartoonish honey bee sticker on her back window saying, "It's sweeter in Charmed!"
I was so tired of honey. I despised it, honestly. That might sound like a random and insignificant fact, but living in Charmed, Texas — which lives and breathes the stuff — it can become a thing. Not that I was averse to sweets. Chocolate, for instance, could easily run from my tap and I'd celebrate, but I had issues with a substance that was made by one insect throwing up on another, who then spent the next couple of days playing in it.
There should be a disclaimer on the World Famous Honey welcome sign for a town that breeds bees: You'll get to know a little too much about the process.
Summer was the hardest to stomach — no pun intended — with the annual Honey Festival kicking off right after school ended. It was even more everywhere than usual. Every retailer sported a stash of jars from whatever apiary hit them up first. Every restaurant sold them at the checkout. Hell, even the Quik-Serve convenience store had a supply on the counter last time I was in. I couldn't pop in for a coffee and a package of chocolate donuts without being accosted by honey jars.
This summer was a little better. My best friend, Lanie, was back in town with her new hubby (wink, wink) and so the consummate honey frenzy was overshadowed by a tinge of gossipy drama. The festival's annual dance had all eyes on her, and no one noticed that I showed up to help her out. I don't usually go. Most of the good townspeople of Charmed don't care much for me, and that's okay. I gave up on that fight a long time ago. Small towns are good at holding onto the past, whether it's ancient grudges or high school drama. I get it.
Once upon a time, my eighteen-year-old self was scandalous. Heaven forbid. My sins then evidently tainted the next decade, the sainted (cough) man I married, and my mother, who apparently could never again hold down a job. (Side note: she wasn't holding down a job the previous decade, either.)
So anyway, there was the festival, including the ridiculous Honey Wars, with crazy people hawking their self-labeled jars on every sidewalk, and then the Lucky Hart carnival a month later. It wasn't honey-driven, but it's crazy too. Or it was, anyway. I hadn't stepped foot inside that carnival in six years, since my divorce from said saint, now-the-mayor, Dean Crestwell.
As honey-bee-reusable-bag-mom drove away, I pulled into the spot and got out, ready to load up on chocolate anything in those evil plastic grocery bags that I'm gonna go to hell for. My cell buzzed. I laughed as I answered, entering the store.
"Just couldn't stand it, could you?"
"I know. I'm worse than a mom."
It was Lanie. Calling from Vegas, where she and Nick were vacationing after renewing their vows. With real rings. That's a story for another time.
I was envious of the trip, but not completely, because of the other reason I was feeling all jiggy over this summer. I was going on vacation. A long one.
"Are you kidding me?" I said. "You are a mom. You fawn more over that dog than anyone I've ever seen."
I was house-slash-dog sitting while they were gone. Lanie kind of inherited a Rottweiler when her old neighbor skipped out, and while it was a little iffy at the beginning, Ralph had won her over. The jury was still out for me in that regard, but I had to admit, Ralph was kind of sweet. When he wasn't licking himself.
I would have nothing for Lanie to sit for when I left on my vacation, except maybe an unfortunate plant on my porch. That wasn't as sad as it sounded. I liked it that way. No strings. No obligations. No arrangements to make if I wanted to suddenly pick up and go to Tahiti. Not that I'd ever done that, but I might. Stranger things could happen. Stranger things just might.
"He's family," Lanie said.
"Well, he's fine," I said. "I shared my blueberry muffin with him this morning, and gave him a bacon treat before I left."
"See, Carmen, you're a softie, too," she said.
"Don't ever say that out loud." I stopped in front of an end cap of chocolate syrup. I'd seen some vanilla bean ice cream in Lanie's freezer and that would be a great complement. I kept walking, though. It was a maybe. I could always come back. "How's Vegas?"
"I'm down a hundred already today," she said. "So I'm playing the penny slots and waiting on my handsome hubby to finish his game and come whisk me off upstairs for naked room service."
I was hit as always with that mix of being so damn happy for her, after she fought through her baggage to find her soul mate, and feeling so damn envious.
"So you're calling me why?" I asked.
"I saw a slot machine themed with pancakes and I thought of Ralph," she said.
"Of course you did."
"Did we miss anything interesting at the carnival?" she asked. "Or did you skip it?"
I snorted. "What do you think?" I picked up a bag of peanuts and then put it back down. Salty wasn't the thing tonight. It had been a long day at the office, and besides, celebrations were all about the chocolate.
It was over. As of yesterday, that damned infernal beast that descended upon the little town of Charmed every year was over. Forever. Not everyone shared my view or saw the summer carnival as beastly. Kids loved it, of course. A lot of adults still rolled out for it in spades, probably grabbing the one last chance to mingle and see who was doing what — or who — since the Honey Festival the month before.
I always looked at it as one more year in the bag. One more summer of successful absenteeism. That festival would probably go on till the end of time, but now, with Charmed taking on a new entity — a planned outdoor entertainment area that everyone was buzzing about — the carnival itself would stop here no more.
The Charmed city council had voted in a bid to build a permanent mini-theme park, boardwalk, and restaurant-and-retail row on Bailey's Pond near my mother's trailer park. Lots of sales-tax dollars from surrounding towns, more local jobs, something for people to get excited about beside flying insects and honey (thank God). And an end to the yearly nomadic reach of Lucky Hart Carnivals.
It was a win-win, and I was so friggin' excited, I couldn't stand it.
I'd forced myself to go out there with Dean for years, just to prove a silly point. I would smile, flirt, and go overboard doting over my husband every time a certain hooded gaze landed my way. A gaze that was once the most intense and mind-altering drug I could ever know.
Prove a point to whom? To Dean? To myself? To the man behind the eyes?
Yep. Absolutely. And now I never had to think about it, demean myself, or avoid an event again. Not that I ever should have in the first place. I should have been above it all. But hey, small towns have big memories and every time I tried to forget about the very public Carmen Frost Public Humiliation of Summer 2001, someone was always around to remind me.
I breathed in deeply, savoring the satisfaction as I rounded the cookie aisle. Chocolate-covered graham crackers were just the ticket to celebrate.
"I know," Lanie said. "I just thought maybe you'd surprise me. Where are you?"
"Brewsters," I said. "Getting some party food."
"You having a party without me?"
"Can't help you had to go honeymooning," I said. "I filed two briefs today, settled a divorce case in mediation, and spent most of the afternoon avoiding Judge Constantine and his unibrow." And Lucky Hart Carnivals was trucking along their merry way. "And in case I haven't mentioned it enough, I'm going on vacation in a few weeks."
"Seems to ring a bell," she said.
"So I'm having a comfort food extravaganza to celebrate."
Lanie chuckled. "Comfort food meaning three batches of brownies?"
I laughed too loudly, and held up a hand to a woman who took a break from studying various Oreo flavors to give me a double-take.
"Sorry, I'm having a moment," I said. "Don't mind me."
I grabbed my package of bad-for-me and turned back. Smack into a wall of broad chest, with a set of arms that felt just as solid. A hand gripped my upper arm as the chocolate grahams crushed between us.
"Oh! I'm so —"
I looked up. Into the eyes of the drug I thought I'd never see again. Eyes that had gotten older and wary and were supposed to be gone. They flashed with as much surprise as I'm sure mine did, in the two-second span we both stood frozen with cell phones to our ears.
"Shit," I exclaimed.
"Carmen?" Lanie voice called from somewhere far, far away.
Backing up a full step so that he had to let go of me, my mind went on a roller coaster ride. Roller coaster. That was ironic. Or perhaps I was having a stroke and my life was flashing by as the man I'd spent fifteen years trying to forget stared down at me. Regardless, I got a five-second speed reel in my head of all of it. All of us. Me and Sullivan Hart.
"Sully," I finally croaked.
"Sully?" Lanie said. "As in Sully?" She sounded like a bird chirping in my ear.
I tried to be subtle as I gave him the once-over. The thick dark hair wasn't as long as it used to be, but there was enough to be held back by what looked like a leather strap, with a pair of Ray-Bans shoved up on top. His smell was the same heady mix of wood and adrenaline that I'd still know if I were struck deaf, dumb, and blind. And he still had the same habit of running his hand over his face, taking a deep breath and lowering his eyes when he was nervous.
He was nervous?
He mumbled something into his phone and put it in his pocket.
Suddenly, I was eighteen again. Standing in the second empty parking lot of the day and sweating through my clothes. Clutching a duffel bag as the wretched sickly sweet smell of melted cotton candy baking on the asphalt stung my nose. I'd seen him since then, of course. From a distance. Years ago. I was so over it.
So why did this one-on-one give me chest pains? Why were his eyes so friggin' intense? Ignore it! So what that your fingers are going numb! Maybe it was a stroke. He was supposed to be gone, damn it. Gone with that cursed carnival.
"Let me call you back, Lanie." The phone was halfway down my body before the words were out of my mouth.
Sully cleared his throat. "Hey."
I willed my face to go neutral, but I couldn't really feel it anymore. I would have given anything for superpower speed, so that I could flash out of there the next time he blinked. Assuming he blinked. He hadn't yet.
"How've you been?" he asked.
No. We weren't doing that. We weren't catching up like old buddies.
"I thought — you —" I gestured something with my hands that I hoped demonstrated go away.
His eyes narrowed. Crap. He didn't understand the universal sign language for Why the living hell are you still here?
"You thought what?" he asked.
"The carnival left," I said. "I assumed you were with it."
He nodded. "You don't know."
"Know?" I echoed, crossing my arms and backing up another step.
No, I clearly didn't know. Was I supposed to? Were there people that knew and left me out of all the things to know? My heart thundered so loudly in my ears, it was all I could do not to clamp my hands over them.
Why was he here?
"About the Bailey's Pond project?" he prompted, crossing his own arms.
A tattoo peeked out from under a shirt sleeve. The tattoo. Shit. It was all I could do not to run my thumb across my left breast where its clone resided.
My mouth went dry as all kinds of confusion exploded in my head. Keep it together. Don't show weakness. He left you.
He left you.
A calm washed over me and all my strength as a professional business woman, as an adult woman who'd been through and seen a few things, came back and held me up. What did it matter that the love of my life, the man who shattered me into a million pieces in a stadium parking lot, was standing in front of me fifteen years later, looking good enough to lick from head to toe?
I was better than that.
"What about it?" I asked. "Your carnival won't be coming through here anymore."
He raised his right eyebrow. The light overhead flickered, flashing in his hazel eyes. "That's right. Aidan will bypass all of Cedar County from now on."
Something familiar poked at me. Something I should know. Seemed there were quite a few things I should know.
"My brother," he said, gesturing to his phone like that would clear it up. Bingo. Aidan Hart. I had a vague recollection of a sulky pre-teen boy hanging on the outskirts. Sully's stepbrother. "He's running the road show now."
I blinked, and the warning bells started to ding. Aidan was on the road? Sully wasn't on the road? Hell no, he wasn't on the road; he was standing in my grocery store. My grocery store.
"And so you are — ?" I prompted, a sick acidic burn starting low in my belly.
Somewhere deep in my psyche I knew the answer before he could tell me.
"The major investor in the development," he said smoothly. His tone was deep and the words slightly lazy as they rolled off his tongue, just as I remembered. Why did I remember? "The park will be named The Lucky Charm, but that's not public knowledge yet."
I nodded. "Good for you," I said, as my legal brain started ticking away.
Being an investor — especially one getting the name of his company included in the project — meant bringing major capital to the table. Investing that kind of money would mean sticking around long enough to watch the progress. Or it would for me. An accountant would probably set up a per diem for his stay. And seeing as nothing had even started yet — dear God he could be there in Charmed for months.
"So you're here for a while, then?" I dug my nails into my upper arms.
Sully blinked a couple of times, studying me like he was contemplating his words. That was bad.
"I got a house, Carmen," he said. "In Charmed. I'm not leaving."
There was one of those moments where things spin around and lights look funny. I blinked it clear and breathed in lieu of words. There were none. He bought —
"You —" I shook my head and forced a smile. "You what?"
Sully gave me a long look, followed by a glance toward the Oreo lady. She's not gonna save you, buddy.
"I assumed you'd probably heard."
I snickered. "Why?" I asked. "Why would I hear about random people moving here?"
I mentally patted myself on the back for making him a nobody. But why didn't I fucking hear about him buying a house? I went to those monthly breakfasts at the Chamber of Commerce. Occasionally. Someone there should have known. I couldn't pump gas without someone telling me about my ex-husband's latest hilarious Facebook post. Or my mother's most current medical issues. But let the hot carnie that made me an overnight scandal come back and buy a house in Charmed, and nobody has anything to say?
Sully held up a hand. "I don't know. Never mind." He laid the hand against his chest, and my eyes fell to it.
Damn it, I'd loved his hands. The long, roughened fingers of a working guy, even back then. My mind flashed to what they looked like — what they'd felt like on my skin a hundred years ago, and heat rushed to my face.
"I mean, what do you think? I hang out with Realtors?" That sounded stupid even to me.
"Well, it's actually a rental for now." He backed up, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. "With an option to buy if everything works out."
Oh dear God, thank you for that. He could still go. Things just need to not work out. Man, that was catty.
"But I guess I figured — small town. You're a lawyer —"
"How'd you know that?" I asked.
His tired expression focused as he tilted his jaw. I saw the spark. The challenge. The grin that pulled at his lips. He grabbed a new package of chocolate grahams from the shelf without breaking eye contact, and switched them out with the one in my hand.
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I absolutely adore this story!! It is the second book in the Charmed in Texas series & can be read as a stand alone. But once you read this one you will be reading the others for sure!! I love the author's writing style- it pulls you in & makes you feel a part of the story. Carmen & Sully are so unique & entertaining. And the cast & characters of Charmed TX are a crazy fun bunch of folks. Can't wait to read the next book in this series. I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
***3.5 Stars*** I find myself in a bit of a conundrum over Lucky Charmed and the words are becoming all kinds of wonky in my head as I try to put them into something coherent, so I’m going to keep this on the short and sweet side of the line. The synopsis lured me in, I do love a good second chance at love romance set in a small town, and let me tell you that the small town feel jumped off the page in more ways than one, so that I totally enjoyed and once I started in on the book I read in no time flat, but I’m not so sure how I feel about Carmen and Sully. For the most part I liked them, separately and together, and yet there is a part of me that didn’t like them. I admired both in their determination and hard work, but their constant push/pull and lack of communication drove me batshit crazy. I will say that Carmen drove me to the edge more times than Sully did, but he wasn’t exactly mister calm, cool and forthright either and did his share of freaking out. I will say that I liked that they both ended up sticking to their guns and found their way back to each other in a way that made sense. This is my first read by the author and despite my issues with the MC’s, it was a totally engaging and quick read, though there is a part of me that does wish it was done in dual 1st person POV, but it didn’t lessen my enjoyment of the story. The supporting cast of characters were all definitely unique, some I liked much more than others, and am quite interested in checking out the next book in the series based on the little tease at the end of the book. ~ Copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley & voluntarily reviewed ~
The second I finished this book, I just wanted to start it all over again. And if there wasn't a huge pile of TBR constantly poking me and reminding me of its very well noted presence, I would've done just that. There's something about the writing style that just grabbed me. It was so easy and whimsical and hilarious, that it made me want to read every other book written by this author. I personally loved Charmed. Carmen's hating on her hometown and its people was the most hilarious thing. But I get it, how gossip-worthy anyone's story is in a small town like hers. And it's incredibly frustrating to move on when everyone's constantly reminding you of your mistakes or your long lost lover who left you stranded in a parking lot, for crying out loud. Or people judging you because they literally have nothing better to do. Of course, that's not what I loved about Charmed. What I loved was Lanie and Ally and Larry and Bash and Carmen's mom. And I couldn't help but sympathize with Dean, despite all his stupidity. He was in love with a woman who was in love with another man. AH the love triangle trope. Couldn't have been portrayed any better. The vibe of the story was all-around positive, hilarious and swoon-worthy. And somehow, that made the intense scenes... even more intense..? There's definitely something different about this one, because... Okay well, here's a confession; I cried. I cried when Carmen learned the truth about Sully's departure. I don't know what it is, but that level of selflessness just made me want to sob my eyeballs out. And here's the thing, I didn't even cry while reading Colleen Hoover's books. Although her books were certainly the definition of INTENSE. This one just hit me. Hard. Maybe it's because I wasn't expecting it. But dammit, it was good. Carmen is the person I'd want to be like when I'm in my 30's. She still has her childish innocence and she's so carefree and... definitely not 33. I actually had to remind myself that she's 33 with a job. SHE'S A LAWYER, FOR GOD'S SAKE. But that doesn't stop her from having a sleepover with her 33 year-old BFF. ATTA GIRL. I just LOVED that.
Oh my Lord what a hook this author gives this story. There is no way you can read this and not feel sorry for Carmen that is after you get over the fact she hates honey. She is something else with her dry witty sense of humor and her outlook on life you can’t help but laugh your way through turning the pages as fast as you can. As the book takes off the author grabs your attention with Carmen’s charming self complaining about the people in the grocery store and talking about her love or not so love of honey. As she takes a little walk down memory lane who does she run into but the one man she thought she would never see again. Then the story takes off from ex’s to her over bearing mother as friends take her side and others go against her she rides the tide of shame, loneness, heartbreak. Just as you get through one bump another one comes along that is bigger than the last. There are some major twists and turns and a few you won’t see coming as this author drivers you right to laughter. When Carmen was 18 she had all her hopes on one man who would take her way from her crazy life and give her true adventure with carnival his father owned. She spent her days dreaming of the only man she has ever loved in all of her short 18 years. Oh the life they will have doing this and that seeing the world one town at a time. That is until the day came and wait she did but he never showed. Maybe she made a mistake so she drove to the next town but again she sets and waits for hours all alone as day grew to night she knew he wasn’t coming. Going home with her head hung low listening to all the things her mother had to say she married the guy her mother wanted her to. After many years of more disappointment she divorces. Just as she is about to get her life on track in walks the one man she never forgot or forgiven. From this point on it is one shock after another until she can’t be shocked any more. Sully is done totally through with the carnival letting his brother takes it over. He has decided he is coming back to the only place that ever felt like home and the women he has always loved. When he starts his project he finds not only does his true love not forgive him but the town has a long memory as well. That is what happens when you mess with the hometown sweetheart. Not only will he have to get her to change how she feels but he has to work on the whole town as well. I just loved Carmen who stands up and said what she thinks. Her mother is a trip with little class but a good heart. She has some major explaining when the cat gets out of the bag. Carmen has her ideas of just what everyone can do including those dang bees. I laughed and laughed. At one point I was eating ice cream and just about died when something happened and I chocked my way through it. Sully stole my heart with his classy hot self that would turn any women to mush. The author does a wonderful job showing how the past affect everyone and how everyone deals with it. There is drama at its finest with so much emotion you aren’t sure who you feel for the most. As the author takes you along first your heart breaks for Carmen, than Sully and then Carmen by the time you have read the last page you even feel sorry for her ex husband who was really a piece of work. Stalker comes to mind but you can’t help feeling for a man who is and has always been so in love with her that he is willing to do anything to keep her. I totally loved this story of second chances filled with romance,
This is book is #2, in the Charmed In Texas series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader understanding and enjoyment of the series, I recommend reading this in order. Sullivan AKA Sully has a past with Carmen. A past that brings him back and thinking of a future. When she sees him again, however, there are doubts that will happen. Carmen is not big on her hometown. She has wanted to be long gone. She has ties here that keep her coming back. Her friends, family, and yes even her heart. This series is just hot! The characters have great banter, and the heat seems to be turned up on high. I love the sparks that sizzle and nearly jump off the page. Second chance romance always seems to be hotter than the simple. I cannot wait for the next book in the series. ***This early copy was given in exchange for an honest review, by Netgalley and its publishers.
Carmen has always had a bit of itchy feet and thanks to the gossipy nature of small towns she's feeling it even more now. And that was before she found out that her carny ex was moving to Charmed! She's always hated being talked about and this is just making things even worse. It's bad enough that the man shattered her heart, now he's destroying what peace she has. Like the first book in the series, Lucky Charmed is told entirely from the heroine's POV ... and I really think that we missed out on some feels because of it. Sully didn't have the easiest life growing up and, along with the problems of a nomadic life, there has been a lot of family trouble causing him stress. And while we get a pretty good feel for where he's coming from thanks to his conversations with Carmen, I really wish we'd gotten to see more of what was going on in his mind and heart. Lovelace does a great job of blending angst. humor, sizzle and emotion all together to deliver a satisfying read where Sully and Carmen not only get a second chance at love but also the closure of their past, with a healthy look at their future, that they desperately need. (Part of a series but can easily stand on its own.) *** I voluntarily read a Review Copy of this book. All opinions stated are solely my own and no one else’s. ***
I am loving this series. Second chance at love is hard to come by with these two. And history may just repeat itself. Carmen is stuck in her hometown. And wanting nothing more than to get out. What's worse is Sully, the carnie that broke her heart and left her standing in a parking lot waiting is back. And no one told her. Looking sexier than ever, she doesn't know why he's back. All she knows is she can't be near him. He still has that invisible pull that she can't seen to resist. Sully has wanted nothing more than a home. To set roots down. And Homs is where Carmen is. Destroying her all those years ago was never his intention. He didn't want the carnie life for her. But now he's back and he wants her. But she is reluctant to even speak to him. Until she finds out he owns the company building the boardwalk. As these two fight their never ending feelings, truths come out and betrayals not for seen cause one of them to run. Will this be a repeat of the past or will they find their way back home??
Great Story! Carmen and Sully's story is filled with conflict and misunderstanding but also a lot of hope and redemption. I felt the heartbreak both Carmen & Sully had to deal with from their past but I also laughed out loud at times. I am loving this series and with each book it just keeps getting better! Can't wait for Allie & Bash's story!!
A second chance romance between Carmen and Sully. Both have returned to Charmed, the honey making capital of the world,lol, except Carmen hates honey and small town life. Sully was a carnie but is now ready to settle down with the love of his life, Carmen. They had a history in their late teens, Carmen has always loved Sully even through her failed marriage to the mayor of Charmed. Can they figure out how to open their hearts for each other again? Love the small town of Charmed, great characters. Lots of humor and romance that will keep you turning the pages. The perfect summer read.
Excellent small town romance! Charmed, Texas is a wonderful small town where honey rules and the locals have long memories! Too bad Carmen Frost hates honey and would just like to put the past behind her. She may have once been married to the town's adored mayor but her heart has only gone to one man - Sully Hart. Too bad he took it with him when he left town without a word. Now Sully's back making all kinds of promises but Carmen won't fall for him again! Right? I thoroughly enjoyed this one. Don't miss it.
Lucky Charmed by Sharla Lovelace Charmed in Texas #2 Small town romance in Charmed, Texas is filled with friends, caring, sharing, and potential for the future. I loved the first book in the series. This book did not get to me like that one did but it was still a very good read – especially if you like second chance at love love stories. I am not one to believe in second chances having dated people in the past, left them and then tried again – the things that bothered me when we parted bothered me when we were together again…ah…let me think a bit further… In THIS second chance at love both Sully and Carmen loved and parted but neither really had anything that bothered them about the other upon parting so…perhaps their second chance is more likely to happen than mine ever were ;) The two seem to have NOTHING in common at the beginning of the book. Sully wants to settle down and Carmen wants to fly away. Both have “feelings” about the past. Carmen is still angry. The community believes Sully did Carmen wrong BUT they also think that Carmen did her husband, Dean, wrong. There is angst and drama. There are words spoken in anger. There are secrets revealed that both needed to hear. It is, on second thought, a very good book although I still think I liked book one better. I am eager to read Allie’s story and having read the hook at the end of this book wondered if she might end up with a new man in town only to read the blurb on Goodreads and decide that perhaps she will end up with Bash the Beekeper after all. I guess I will have to wait till book three comes out to find out for sure. Thank you to NetGalley and Kensington Books-Lyrical Publishing for the ARC – This is my honest review. 4 Stars
Lucky Charmed serves up the perfect recipe for second chance romance. Add a dash of nostalgia, mix in a tablespoon of heart and then turn up the heat. Sharla Lovelace has a gift for understanding the true definition behind the word home. In order to love, we have to appreciate every moment good or bad. Only then will we have lived enough to hold on to our happily every after. Simply sentimental.