"This sweet new adult book is sure to leave you with a smile on your face.” –USA Today bestselling author Cindi Madsen
Katie Capwell is a bright and accomplished recent law school graduate, and she has her shiny future all mapped out. It's brimming with courtroom victories and creating change. Ryan Brincatt is a tattooed and impossibly cool martial artist, and he’s mastered a fierce roundhouse kick.
Their paths never should have crossed.
But when Katie lurks outside the kickboxing gym where Ryan works as a trainer, she’s immediately drawn to his casual confidence and playful green eyes. Without making her usual list of pros and cons, she impulsively signs up to train with him.
She never imagined that one decision would change. Absolutely. Everything.
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About the Author
Stacy Wise *wrote* her first book when she was six. It was completely plagiarized, but she spent hours copying it word-for-word in her best printing, so that should count for something.
She devoured books as a kid, but never considered she'd be lucky enough to call herself a real author. Nonetheless, she kept writing. Years later, she graduated from UCLA with a degree in communication studies. Thanks to an internship at NBC, she dropped her plans for graduate school and pursued a career in television casting. She worked on shows including The X Files, Married...With Children, and Party of Five. She continued to write (really bad) stories. After nearly a decade, Stacy left casting and returned to school for her teaching credential and masters. She taught kindergarten and third grade. One marriage and four kids later, Stacy finally decided that maybe one of her stories was worth sharing. "Beyond the Stars" is her debut novel.
She lives in California with her husband and children. When she's not writing, you can find her walking her dogs, Bailey and Rex, kickboxing, or lost in a good book.
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The blades of my kitchen shears are sharp and shiny, and I give them a trial snip to the air. I suppose I could decapitate him. He stares from the glossy photograph with a smug look in his eyes as if daring me to do it. Tilting the photo to get a good angle, I decide decapitating is probably unnecessarily cruel. My shears slice the picture easily, and I begin to clip Brad out. He looks like a scrawny version of a paper Ken Doll. We were dressed in red, white, and blue, our smiles big (though mine certainly not smug) as we stood on his friend's deck on the Fourth of July.
When I'm finished cutting, his shoulder is concave — I didn't want to chop off my own hand and a good chunk of my long hair. But overall, I feel good about my work. Lighter somehow, now that this colossal ass is no longer weighing me down. I start to toss him into the trash, but at the last second, think better of it.
Brad saw me lose my job, and he can watch me as I find a new one. Propping him against the pencil holder on my desk, I flip open my laptop. I can almost hear him saying in his ridiculously deep voice, "Technically speaking, Katie, you didn't lose your job. The offer was retracted because of a merger."
"I know that!" I want to shout. God, it was like he was embarrassed that I lost my first job before it even started. Whatever. His smirk remains, and anger slithers into my bones again. "Oh, no you don't." I should burn the stupid photo. It could be symbolic, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
Tapping my laptop to life, I type "how to start an indoor trash can fire" into the search bar. Results appear — Smoke inhalation! Third-degree burns! House fires! — and I cringe.
Clearing my search, I stare at the computer screen, my mind whirring with alternate possibilities. I could run him through the paper shredder. Less showy, but it'll get the job done. And God knows I don't want my apartment to go up in flames.
"Hey, Katie!" I jump. My roommate, Lauren, smiles in greeting, her ever-present canvas tote slung over her shoulder, chock-full of leafy greens. It's Wednesday, so that means her greens are fresh from the farmers market. "Sorry to interrupt, but my yoga studio is having a one-year anniversary celebration tonight. They're doing a free vinyasa class at five. Want to join me?"
I take in her shiny blue eyes and rosy complexion. She positively glows, and I'm one step past starting a trash can fire. Yoga might be peaceful. Healing. "Sure. I'll go."
Her face breaks into a smile. "You won't regret it. I promise. We'll leave in twenty!"
Flicking a glare at the photo of Brad, I flip him facedown. He doesn't get to see me change my clothes. "I'll deal with you later."
Our small downtown area bustles with the sandy foot-traffic that marks the end of a lazy summer day at the beach. Lauren and I stroll past cafés, boutiques, and souvenir shops on our way to the yoga studio. There's a happy bounce in her step, and her yoga mat bops along behind her in the special pouch she has for it, like a baby in a backpack. Gathering her mass of wavy brown hair into a ponytail — the kind I aspire to have but never will achieve with my stick-straight locks — she gushes about the guest teacher from Seattle who will teach the vinyasa class. I'm not sure what vinyasa is, but I hope it's not too hippy dippy. Or hot. I've heard about the hot yoga studios that smell like sweaty socks. Maybe I should've googled it, or at the very least thought to ask, before agreeing to join her.
"It'll be so much fun." Her eyes shine with a vibrancy I wish I felt. "And don't worry if you can't do some of the moves. He'll suggest modifications for the advanced poses."
Oh God. This is going to be a disaster. One more thing to make me feel like a failure. Nonetheless, I take a breath and reach for the door.
"Whoa. Not there," she says. "That's a kickboxing gym. The yoga studio is next door."
I peer in the window of the gym. Sweat-soaked men and women pummel bags with kicks and punches. A woman wearing pink boxing gloves catches my attention. She's beating the hell out of a bag.
I step closer, fingers to the glass, wishing I could channel a fragment of her power.
Lauren taps my shoulder. "We should go. They're expecting a big turnout."
Without taking my eyes from the window, I say, "I want to check this place out."
"Really? They're all intense and grunty."
Which is why I love it. I turn to face her, my confidence flickering to life for the first time in weeks. "Go on ahead. I'll be there soon."
"Just ... don't get in anyone's way. They look violent." She holds out a hand. "Give me your mat. I'll save you a spot." Technically, it's her mat. I'm just borrowing it.
After passing it to her, I resume my window gazing, imagining how it'd feel to punch like the girl with the pink gloves.
"Are you going in or just window shopping?" a male voice rasps.
I whip around, ready to make a snappy comeback, but my voice gets locked somewhere in my throat when my eyes meet his. I've seen green eyes before. Obviously. But something about the combination of his soulful gaze and the dark-brown hair that falls to his jawline is mesmerizing. "I, uh ... I was on my way to yoga next door, but this looks interesting. All the punching and whatnot seems therapeutic." I'm not sure how to decipher his piercing stare. "I'm not a creeper, if that's what you're thinking."
A smile tugs the corner of his mouth, and he leans against the glass door, all casual and cool, his arms crossed in front of him. They're covered in tattoos. "A creeper? Nah. I wasn't thinking that. You want to come in and have a look?" A full smile emerges. His incisor tooth overlaps his front tooth just a bit. It makes his smile less than perfect, but in a charming sort of way. I'm sure women would swoon at his allure. But not me. My swooning was a temporary first- glance situation. I'm done with men at the moment. He reaches out a hand in introduction. It doesn't escape me that his knuckles are tattooed, too. "I'm Ryan Brincatt, one of the trainers."
"Katie Capwell." A tentative smile hovers on my lips when I shake his hand, but I inwardly cringe as I imagine a needle piercing his skin. I still have the occasional nightmare about getting my ears pierced, and that was nearly ten years ago. He moves his hand from mine, and I sneak a look at the words, but he slips his hands into his pockets before I can decipher them. His arms are impossible to miss, though. A row of Chinese symbols lines his inner left forearm, and a thorny vine climbs its way up his outer arm, punctuated with fat, blood-red roses outlined in black. His right arm is covered with an elaborate scene of a winged angel draped in a sweeping gown. Her eyes seem to glisten like they're holding back tears. The beauty of it makes me forget all about the stabbing pain he must've endured. I've never considered tattoos as art before, but whoever did his is ridiculously talented. Below the angel, an antique timepiece emerges from a skull with Roman numerals drifting off it, like the florets of a dandelion blowing in the wind.
He clears his throat, amusement glimmering in his eyes. "So you want me to show you around, or do you need another minute to check out my arms?"
Oh God. I press a hand to my chest, covering the red spots that are surely appearing on my eternally pale skin. I don't have to see it to know it's happening. Every time I was called on in law school, nerves erupted in scarlet across my chest. It didn't matter if I knew the answer or not, which to be honest, I always did. The simple act of being singled out was enough. "I wasn't —"
He cuts me off. "I'm kidding. Come on, I'll show you how to throw a badass punch."
A finger of fear tickles my spine. Can I do this? He waits for my answer, the picture of confidence, like he could teach even the clumsiest of individuals how to throw a badass punch.
"So, you in?"
"Sure. It looks hot." I press a hand to my mouth. "Fun!" I say through my fingers. "As in fun, but that it'd make you hot." He shifts his feet and scrubs his hand across his mouth, as though trying to wipe off his smile. "Sweaty hot." I swallow hard. "Like the people in the class."
A low chuckle rumbles from him. "It is fun. And hot," he deadpans.
I follow him inside, trying to reel in the random flirtatious threads he's unraveled. I'm certainly not one to fall under the spell of a rebelliously attractive guy. More likely it's the thrill of trying something new.
"That's Javier," he says, motioning to the guy with tight muscles who's teaching the class. "He's legit — a Muay Thai kickboxing world title contender and a world champion in Krav Maga. This is one of our advanced classes, but we offer all levels. You ever done any kickboxing?"
I wish. "No."
"That's cool. The first class is free, so you can try it out before committing. I'll grab you a schedule." He stops at a desk where a girl with cropped platinum hair sits. Tiny studs line both her ears, from the lobe to the tip-top. I shudder at the thought of the piercing gun popping an earring through the upper part.
She flashes a dimpled smile. "What's up, Ry?"
"Hey, Jazzie. I need a schedule." He reaches for it from a neat stack on her desk, but she swats his hand before he can take one. As he pulls his hand back, I can read the word tattooed across his knuckles: "love." Shifting my eyes to his left hand, I can make out that it says, "live." Not exactly what I expected. He feigns a hurt look. "Didn't your mom teach you to share?"
"Shut up. Those are the waivers." She passes him a sheet from a neighboring stack. "This is the schedule." Her dimples and smiling blue eyes contradict a harshness that hovers around her. She looks like the kind of girl whose favorite word is "bullshit." I wonder if he taught her how to throw a badass punch. Maybe she already knew.
"Thanks, Jazz." He hands me the paper.
"Can I see one of those waivers?" I ask.
"Um, sure." Jazzie exchanges a look with Ryan as she hands me the document.
"It's pretty standard stuff," Ryan assures me.
"Oh, I know. It's just ... I'm an attorney. I like to read the fine print." I fold the paper into a tiny square and tuck it into the zippered pocket of my yoga pants along with the schedule, vowing to pore over it line for line when I get home.
"Fair enough," he says, leading me to the back of the gym where a boxing ring resides. As we pass it, he tells me it's top-of-the-line. My mother appreciates top-of-the-line anything, but I'm fairly certain she wouldn't be impressed with a boxing ring. She'd raise her brows with a sniff and tell me to get out of this barbaric establishment.
"I'm staying," I say under my breath.
"It's cool. The boxing ring."
"Yeah. Wait till you see what we have outside. Come on."
He holds open the back door, revealing turf set up with fat ropes that look like something Indiana Jones would use to capture bad guys, a monster truck-size tire, and several racks holding exercise balls. I reach for a rope. "These are heavier than they look. Are they hard to use?"
"You tell me." He takes it from my hand. "I'll show you how. Stand back." He lifts the second rope, tightening the slack in them. "You'll need to use your legs. Don't just whip your arms. It won't work." He squats, then pops up, raising his arms and slamming the ropes to the ground, forcing them to ripple across the turf before he repeats the action. His biceps and triceps contract with every move. He must be a fantastic trainer to achieve such perfect muscles. Those didn't happen by accident. And I bet they'd feel nice beneath my fingers. Whoa. Where'd that come from?
He finishes and passes the ropes to me, our hands touching in the process. He glances at my flip-flops. "Might be tough to get any traction in those."
I slip them off, and he nods. "It helps to get a little angry."
A little angry? Ha! If he only knew. I adjust the ropes in my hands and step back just like he did.
"Bend those legs and keep your back straight. Chest up."
"Yep. But reach your ass back like you're sitting in a chair."
The tension burns in my thighs as I sit back, holding in a grin. I'm pretty certain a yoga instructor would never tell his students to reach their ass anywhere. I lift my arms and whack the ropes to the ground, but where he made giant ripples, I barely cause a stir. Gritting my teeth, I channel all the frustration that's built inside me since the day Bradshaw, Burke and Doyle retracted their job offer due to a merger. Slam!
Better. A quiver zips through the ropes, but I want more. I need more. The competitive part of me surges to life. The ropes are heavy in my hands. Rough fibers scratch my palms, but I don't care. Lifting again, I use all my strength to blast them against the ground. Take that, Brad!
We were in a bar having drinks with his friends when he grabbed my hand, kissed it, and told me he loves being single in the summer.
"Wait. What?" I asked, certain I hadn't heard him correctly over the carefree laughter and clanking bottles.
A door seemed to slam shut in his eyes, and he shrugged. "It's the perfect time to meet people."
"Meet people? But you're dating me."
"You?" he spat, as if he'd eaten a hot pepper.
I almost wish he'd flicked my hand instead. The sting would've lasted seconds. But his voice reverberates in my head. "You? You? You!" Like I was unworthy.
Readjusting my grip, I muster every ounce of strength to slam the ropes again. Unworthy?One more for you, Brad.
"Try for five, Katie. Come on. You've got this!"
His words spur me on, and I slam my memories of Brad into the ground. Finally, blissfully, I let the battle ropes fall from my hands. Rubbing my palms against my yoga pants, I walk in a circle and blow out a breath. "That was awesome."
Ryan lifts a hand to high-five me. "Hell yeah. I like your attitude. So that's La Playa Mixed Martial Arts Training Center. What do you think?"
"I think I got more out of the past five minutes than I'll get from the vinyasa class I'm going to next."
"Yoga's cool. It's great for strength and flexibility. But wait till you try kickboxing. It's a rush." His smile lights his entire face. It's the way Lauren looks when she talks about yoga. "Check out the schedule and come try a class when you have time. Or if you want, I can do a trial training session with you." His eyes are wide, questioning.
"A trial session with you sounds great." The words roll out so fast I bite my lip to stop myself from saying anything more. My mind whirs with the need to whip up my usual list of pros and cons, but a quiet voice inside shushes me, telling me it's not necessary — I've already gotten it right.
He slips his phone from his pocket and opens the calendar. "How's next Friday at five?"
Wow. Just like that. "It's a date — I mean, session," I stammer. "Next Friday it is. I'll add it to my calendar." I toss him a smile that says, Because I have such a busy schedule.
The girl with the cropped hair appears, a cordless phone in hand. She has the mouthpiece covered, but she whispers harshly as she thrusts the phone toward him. "Dude, have your ladies call your cell. I'm not your social planner."
Taking the phone, he smiles. "No prob, Jazz." He looks my way and winks. "I'll see you in a week," he says before taking the call. His raspy voice trails after me as I hurry from the gym. Of course he has "ladies." He probably has an entire fan club. All the cool guys do. And he's impossibly cool.
The lobby area of the yoga studio is packed with spandex-clad women. After a cursory glance, I find Lauren, who's seated front and center. She motions to me from her mat, and I sink next to her. "How was the boxing gym?"
"Honestly? It was amazing. I'm doing a trial next Friday."
She reaches forward, stretching her hands to her toes. "Cool. And don't forget we have Tracey's birthday celebration that night."
"Is your trial with that big guy who was teaching the class?"
"No. It's with someone named Ryan." Even I can hear the excitement in my voice.
She twists to face me. "Why is your face getting red?"
"It's not." I touch a hand to it, feeling the heat.
"It is!" Before she can say more, students flood in, followed by the instructor. A hush falls over the room as he stands facing us, hands clasped in front of his slim chest, wearing a sage-like smile. I stifle a nervous giggle. His pants reveal everything. Like the entire package. I laugh out loud at my choice of words and cover it with a cough. Really mature, Katie. I straighten the end of my mat as he welcomes us.(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A very sweet, clean story of a young woman determined to find her way. I loved Katie and her strong will. Some of her scenes in the gym when she would work her mind over matter mantra were impressive and cute. I thoroughly enjoyed the genuineness between. Ryan and Katie. They fit together quite nicely and were just simple in their relationship journey. I loved the way her career goals turned out along with the pep talks she gave herself. My only wish was that we could have gotten a little of Ryan's point of view. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
In Maybe Someone Like You, the focus is on the heroine and the romance, though sweet and ultimately satisfying, takes a back seat to her figuring out what she wants and where she's going with her life. There are dozens of Ryan-and-Katie moments sprinkled throughout, but since we only see Katie's POV, we aren't ever sure where Ryan stands on the whole K+R question. There's several false starts, many did he mean....? moments, a handful of dates with other guys (gasp!), and a whole lot of Katie figuring out how she really wants to use her law degree. Plus some truly epic examples of an OMG bad boss. (shudder) For all of the times the reader thinks no, no, no, Katie, don't be like that, it can't be true--Ryan does like you, I'm sure of it! and wants to either shake or hug her (or both) the ending is a gloriously satisfying thing that will leave you with a happy glow. I'll definitely be keeping my eye out for more from this author! Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Maybe someone like you is Katie Capwell's story about finding the life you want, rather than the one everyone expects. Katie is following in her mother's footsteps and has just graduated from law school. Now she needs to find a job and settle into her career. The hard work isn't over yet and Katie is experiencing her first bump in the road. She managed to get a job at the law firm she interned at but thanks to a merger she lost her place before she even started. Her boyfriend also went with the job. Now Katie is back on the market but only looking for a job. She needs a break from dating Mr Wrong. Her flatmate and best friend Hannah invites her to a yoga class and Katie accepts. She needs to get out of her current headspace. As they arrive at the Yoga class Katie finds something that interests her. Ryan Brincatt is tattooed and hot as hell. He is nothing like Katie's usual type. He's a kickboxing trainer and Katie finds herself joining up for one on one time. This is a romance novel however it's also so much more. Katie is funny and smart. She has some awesome friends and a history of choosing bad dates. This book kind of reminded me of a cross between Bridget Jones and Suits. The romance is slow and Katie's life is the main story. She has a medaling mother and her father was creative. She wants a mixture of their lives she just has to work it out. Ryan is a great leading man. He's more than Katie could expect. He's sweet and caring. This is a clean read and there are some magical kisses but Ryan is husband material rather than alpha material. This is a really good book which I enjoyed and would recommend if you are looking for more than a romance. 4.5 stars out of 5. *I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Such a wonderful story. One of those slow burn kind of stories that keeps the reader intrigued. Can't wait to read another story by this author.
Rating 4.5/5* This is a delightful, slow burn, romance with the heroine, Katie Capwell, as the main character throughout. In the first few pages we learn that Katie had recently finished law school and is awaiting her bar results when the job she’d accepted falls through and her boyfriend splits with her “because it is summer”, just three days after tell her he loves her! This is definitely a time of change for this young lady and you’ll have to read it yourself to discover what happens when she goes with a friend to see if she’d like to learn yoga and accidentally meets Ryan Brincatt, a martial arts teacher who inspires her to have a go at that instead! This is a story of deciding whether to follow your own dreams or those that others have for you. It is about taking chances, living life and doing what is right for you. Ryan is a brilliant character with his own issues but also very caring, protective and supportive. I think it is so lovely to read a romance where people aren’t jumping into sexual relationships here, there and everywhere – so if that’s what you prefer, don’t bother with this one! This is a story where the heroine is learning about herself, having the experience of her first job in her new career, exploring options and considering her future as well as finding romance. There are misunderstandings and some moving, poignant memories revealed as the story progresses. I found it a lovely story to escape into and recommend it to anyone who enjoys ‘clean’ romances with a getting stronger female lead. I requested and was lucky enough to be given a copy of this novel, via NetGalley, with no obligation. This is my honest review of the book after choosing to read it.
Maybe Someone Like You is a sweet story about coming into ones self. Insecurities plague Katie's mind after he boyfriend went from Prince potential to total toad. Always trying to please Mom isn't exactly a confidence booster either. Losing her first Job before it starts...Yeah, Katie is wallowing in self pity. Until she meets him. Ryan is the total opposite of anything Katie has ever found attractive. He's a big tattooed guy. He looks rough around the edges and like her could crush her. But it seerms the only thing getting crushed is her heart... Miscommunication. Or lack of communication seems to be the comedy of errors that sets Katie up for more than a gym membership. It sets her up to fall. And fall she did. This sweet story was a cute read. Not to spoil anyone's fun but gets more intense in feels than I thought it would. Katie's insecurities can take a toll on the reader and make you feel her self deprecating thoughts. But just wait, you will feel better! I promise. Katie gets her act together and well...It is a beautiful thing.
The story is equally balanced between the two MC's Ryan and Katie. Katie just took her bar exam, coming out of a crap relationship and looking for a job after being cut from a merger and has a famous uptight attorney for a mother who raises the bar of expectation without even speaking. I hate that. Katie is cooling her heels waiting to find something when she goes to yoga class with her roomie. Ryan holds the door for them. He works in the gym next door and teaches boxing. The idea appeals to Katie and after a practice session she signs up. Ryan works with her and you can tell there's underlying feelings going on, though no really spoken. Ryan always seems to turn up when Katie needs him which is a good thing. Ryan is gentle, kind and a special sort of man you really don't find in books these days. I love the way he was written. Even if he did drop both shoes and not just one. Katie bothered me a bit, always harried getting hired on as a clerk for a prestigious law firm she's sure her mother had something to do with that. The atty she works for is a grade A buttwipe and I was honestly trying to figure out when this girl slept. She barely ate, yet squeezed in her training at the gym. Katie watches as her friends are having relationships and her best friend is getting married and after Ryan, wonders what the hell is wrong with her. She does finally take a stand on her job situation and that was a plus. Her father died when she was 10, he was a famous photographer and she misses him. She had her Gran and relied on both those memories when the proverbial sh** got sticky. Here's my catch with this one, it's definitely a YA story. We have a front row seat to watch these two bob and weave their way toward each other, then away. I had a hard time feeling the emotional connection between Katie and Ryan. For as much as they talked and spent time together, I just didn't feel the flow between the two of them. They'd make great best friends. Hopefully the author will come out with a second book and we'll get a closer look and them and a couple of the secondary characters. This book is a great story that will have you wondering if there's someone out there "maybe just like you." 3.5 closer to 4 *advanced reader copy from NetGalley and Entangled for an honest review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.**
This review is for an ARC and is my unbiased, honest opinion. First off, I loved Katie so much!! She was the cutest, most relate-able characters that I’ve read in a long time. I love that she would blush bright red whenever she was embarrassed because that’s exactly what I do. Trying to talk to a cute guy? Not gonna happen! Her and I were also similar in the fact that we are people pleasers. We want everyone around us to be happy and would do anything to make that happen for them. Sometimes in doing that, we forget ourselves. We forget that we are important too and that we need to put ourselves first once in awhile. Basically Katie and I were two peas in a pod. Seeing her grow into herself and figuring out who she wanted to be made for a truly touching story. Let’s talk about Ryan…..could I swoon any harder for this guy?? Whew! He definitely made it onto my book boyfriend list. I loved how supportive and encouraging Ryan was. Plus the way he had a passion for helping others….gah, It was awesome to see. I also loved the little details to this story. The relationship Katie had with her father and gran, plus the relationship Ryan had with his niece and family members, were just so beautiful to read. I’m glad this book had a nice family aspect to it in some parts. Overall, you should pick this up. It’s a story of encouragement and coming into your own. It shows you that there’s a time for everything. People progress at different stages and that’s okay. We all have a story to tell and a path that leads us.
Maybe Someone Like You by Stacy Wise a new to me author that I look forward to reading more books by. I enjoyed this new adult storyline. It had likable characters, great character development and dialogue. If you like to read New Adult stories and a story that pulls you in from the first page this book is for you.
I love the slow burn romance and swoony swoon of MAYBE SOMEONE LIKE YOU. The story follows Katie as she navigates the trials and tribulations of a demanding new job and an unexpected romance with her martial arts instructor, Ryan. The chemistry between Katie and Ryan is there from the start but they take the time to get to know each other, which I really love. Stacy Wise is an auto-buy author for me and I can't wait to read more of her books.
Loved this one! Low on angst, high on swoon, and it was the perfect fun relaxing read. Katie and Ryan are as different as can be yet they worked perfectly together. He brought her out of her serious comfort zone and taught her how to have a little fun and enjoy life. Their relationship was a nice slow, easy build that just makes your heart swoon. I definitely recommend this one.
This is the first book I've read from the author and I was really excited to read it. I liked the characters well enough but liking the characters does not make me enjoy the story, especially if I can't really connect with them. This story also moved at a very slow pace and I was expecting so much more. This one just wasn't for me.
LOVED this book. It wasn't what I was expecting, but instead was so much better. Katie is a recent law school grad looking for a job when she goes to a yoga class with her friend. Instead of entering the class, she catches sight of a sexy fighter entering the gym next door. He invites her in and she is hooked, - both on him and on the training. However, after he last boyfriend cruelly dumped her, she is a bit gun shy, thus leading to an interesting dance as she and Ryan get to know each other. While this novel is marketed for the new adult reader, this grandma thoroughly enjoyed it. I found myself caring about the characters and engaged in their story. I'm looking forward to reading more by this author. Just a note for younger readers - this novel has some minimal swear words and some adult situations (but not sexual), it also touches on abusive relationships, but with a light touch for such a tough topic.