Nine years ago Lucy Flint ran away to Seattle, taking her friend's boyfriend and leaving her high school sweetheart without a word of explanation. Now she's back in Willow Park, Illinois, to help care for her ailing father--and it's no surprise that her ex, Dr. Richard Hunter, is still angry.
Still, she's a different Lucy now. Sober, wiser, ready to make amends to the long--make that very long--list of those she mistreated during her wild younger days. Falling for Richard all over again would mean wreaking havoc in both their lives and possibly squandering her opportunity for redemption. But here, in the place where everything went wrong, is the one person who always felt right, and a second-chance that could be the best mistake she ever made. . .
“Sarah Hegger's voice is rich and witty and in a word, addictive.”--Terri Osburn, author of the bestselling Anchor Island series
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Feel the caress of warm, tropical breezes—
"Sadistic shits." Lucy snapped off the radio and watched the wiper blades sweep the snow apathetically across the windshield, as if they sensed the sheer futility of the task. Her plane from Seattle had bodysurfed the crest of the rising storm into O'Hare barely an hour ago. Now the weather settled in enthusiastically. Snowflakes hit her windshield in drunken clumps and gummed up behind the wiper blades.
"Welcome home, Lucy Flint."
From across the street, a light went on in the house—a red-brick Edwardian that had long since drifted past shabby chic and into dilapidated. It was a shame. It was a beautiful, old classic built square and solid out of wood and rufous brick, standing like a citadel against the hostile climate.
A shadow darted past the window as she watched. Lucy pictured her mother moving around in the golden glow from that second-floor light. Mom moved like a squirrel, quick and fearful, darting away from danger as fast as she could and busy, busy, always busy.
Lucy wasn't holding her breath for the fatted calf. In that house, he would be waiting too, nursing his spite along with his nightly tipple of cheap drugstore wine—one and no more. Lucy made a snorting sound. She'd obviously not inherited that from her father.
The silhouette was framed briefly against the curtains of her old bedroom and Lucy sighed. Mom would be getting her room ready. Lucy would rather dispense with the frenzy of anxious preparation. It couldn't be helped, however, when you were an only child.
She'd been away long enough to be shocked by the cold that felt as if it would eat your face off before it quit. Ah, yes, Chicago. Other cities had climates, but Chicago had weather—lots of it and all the time.
Suddenly she thought of an old joke. How cold is it out there? Cold enough for hell to freeze over and the Cubs to win the pennant. Lucy let out a huge guffaw that was so much more than the tired old workhorse of a joke deserved. Yup, she was so losing it, and she hadn't even gotten out of the car yet. As an augury, it pretty much sucked.
She stared through the snow at the waiting house and took a deep breath and then another. In her head, she chanted the Serenity Prayer. It was all she had against the angry mob of memories clustering around the wooden front porch and jeering at her. The prayer granted her a moment's reprieve, so she said it again. The knot in her stomach unraveled some. She was here for a reason, and that reason was good and just. Lucy reached for her phone and a teeny bit more reinforcement.
"Hey, you." Mads was waiting for her call and answered on the first ring.
"How was the flight?"
"Fine." Lucy snickered. "Boy, are my arms tired." It was her night for elementary school jokes.
"HA HA HA." A deep, resonant Madeline silence followed, filled, just like when she sang, with the richness of what you'd just experienced and the promise of more to come. "That bad, hmm?"
"Oh, yeah, I'm a big, old mess." Lucy tried to crank some more heat out of the engine. The chill seeped through the metal and surrounded her in her small rental car. "And I haven't even gotten out of the car yet." The heater grudgingly agreed to a degree or two more. "I'm hoping to hide out here for most of the visit."
"Luce." Mads chuckled, hot chocolate over simmering coals. "You can't sit there all night."
"Maybe not all night," Lucy muttered. Across the street, the light in her old bedroom went out. Lucy pictured her mother scuttling across the hallway to the bathroom. Fresh towels—check, full roll of toilet tissue—check, basin and surround—check, and all the time that little refrain playing in Lynne's head. My Lucy is coming home. My Lucy is coming home.
Nope. Your Lucy is cowering out in her car and wondering why the hell she ever thought she could pull this off. Mom had been to see her in the intervening years, first in New York and then Seattle, but this was Lucy's first trip home in nine long and undeniably interesting years.
"Are you still there?" Mads called her attention back to the phone pressed against her ear.
"Still hiding out?"
"Get out the car, ya big yeller dog."
"Na-ah. You can't make me. You're all the way over there. You can't make me."
Man, Lucy loved that laugh as Mads chuckled again. Years of drinking gin and singing blues in smoky bars honed vocal chords like that. "You have a point. But here's what I can do." An expectant pause and Lucy groaned in anticipation. "I can remind you that you want to be free to move on with your life. It's time to do this, and you're ready. You've done the work, Lucy." Mads stopped crooning and got serious. "Now get out of the damn car."
"But it's cold out there," Lucy whined.
"Get out the friggin' car." Mads didn't want to play today.
"You can do this, babe." A complete change in tone and tears pricked the back of Lucy's eyelids. The faith in her almost crippled her in its sincerity. "And, what's more, you need to do this."
"You're right." Lucy's voice broke slightly and she cleared her throat. "I am about to get out of the car."
"Hallelujah. Speak it, sister, speak it."
The cheering section worked its magic, and Lucy fastened her coat right up to her chin. "I love you, Maddy Mads."
"I love you, too, Lucy Locket. Now, go and do what you went there to do. Then come home and I can give you a huge hug and tell you how proud I am of you."
"I am opening the door." The grip of the metal felt insubstantial beneath Lucy's fingers.
"Shit, it's cold." A blast of wind tossed a handful of snow into her face.
"ARGH." Lucy screamed.
A thing lurched out of the swirling snow right beside her.
She jerked her legs back into the car just as the form flew close enough for the air to swirl around her. There was a tremendous thud. The car door was wrenched out of her hand and careened back drunkenly.
"Shit." Lucy grabbed the door and slammed it shut. As if she could quickly take back the last two minutes. No such luck.
A sickening crunch followed, and then an even worse silence. Lucy peered through her window at the spread-eagled shape on the pristine bed of snow.
"Ah shit, shit, shit." Her heart thudded so loudly it drowned out the sound of Mads on the other side of the phone. "This is not good."CHAPTER 2
Silence hung heavily over the phone lines. "Lucy? Lucy, are you all right?"
"Um, I am." Lucy peered into the gathering gloom nervously.
Her heart sank. Nothing outside the car had changed. The dark thing spread across the snow was definitely human shaped. The object near the human thing, wheels spinning senselessly, was the bicycle it had been riding. Riding, until someone had opened their door on it. And that someone was her. "I've gotta go."
"What was that noise?"
"I doored a cyclist."
"You what?" There was nothing dulcet or dreamy about Mads and her smoky vocal chords now.
"It seems I doored a cyclist. I'm going to have to go now."
"Is the cyclist okay?"
"It's moving." Lucy stepped from the car, shut her door, and took a ginger step forward. A soft noise rode the steady sibilance of the wind. "And I think that's it groaning." She held the phone out nervously at the bipedal stain in the snow. "Can you hear it?"
"I can't hear anything but this howling noise. That's not it, is it?"
"Nope." Lucy was reasonably sure on this point. "That's the wind."
"I know, right?" Lucy took a half shuffle closer. "I think it's a him."
"How do you know it's a him? Can you see its face?"
"Nope." Lucy blinked away a sloppy snowflake. "But it's either a man or a very large woman, with a butt that looks like a man." And she certainly noticed the taut, muscular lines of his thighs and ass. She tilted her head to the side to get a better look. Those were male and not too bad, current situation aside. The Thinsulate pants could not be doing much good against the cold, because they left very little to the imagination. The figure on the ground moved again and rolled carefully onto his back. Yup, that was very definitely a he and not a she.
"Uh-huh, it's a him," she clarified for Mads without taking her eyes off the cyclist. "Excuse me? Are you all right?"
The cyclist cursed softly.
Lucy inched a little closer, ready to launch a heroic retreat into her childhood home if the injured party got pissed at her, the front steps of which loomed tantalizingly close. Coward. Lucy tried to master her yellow streak. "Should I call nine-one-one?"
"Does he look like he needs an ambulance?" Mads asked.
"I'll ask him." Lucy raised her voice. "Are you hurt? Should I call nine-one-one?"
The man on the ground moaned and struggled into a sitting position.
Her victim didn't look all that injured or dangerous, yet.
He stretched out his legs with a hiss.
"I think he's getting up," Lucy whispered into the phone.
"Then he can't be too badly hurt, right?" Mads sounded hopeful. "Any blood? Exposed bones? That sort of thing?"
"I don't see any blood." Lucy leaned forward and peered. Now that the cyclist was moving she didn't want to risk getting any closer. "No bones either. I think that means he might be all right."
"I can hear you," he spoke.
"He can hear me," Lucy reported to Mads. "Oh." She stopped talking and stared.
"That's good." Mads kept it positive.
"I think he's going to be okay," Lucy whispered. The cyclist ignored her and started unbuckling his helmet.
"It's a good thing he wore a helmet," Lucy reported into her phone.
"Why?" Mads whispered back.
"Because it's sort of ... busted up."
"And his head?"
"Seems fine." Lucy stood on her toes for a better look. "Are you sure you're all right?" Her voice shook slightly as she risked speaking to the cyclist.
"No thanks to you." The man examined his helmet. He shook his head angrily.
"I didn't see you." Lucy kept her tone conciliatory. "You came out of nowhere."
"Then perhaps you should stop talking on the phone and concentrate on what you're doing."
Lucy froze. She knew that voice. "Ah shit."
The cyclist whipped off his goggles and tucked them into his helmet in short, angry movements.
"This is going to get ugly." She hadn't realized she'd spoken out loud until Mads replied.
"Well," Mads huffed, outraged on her behalf.
"Okay, I know you hit the guy with your door. But for the love of God, what kind of dork rides a bike in a snowstorm?"
The wind dropped just then and Mad's voice squawked out of Lucy's phone loud and clear. The cyclist jerked his head up and Lucy swore again. All the way west in Seattle, Mads had no idea. Lucy ignored the steady stream of rationalizations coming through the phone as her stomach sped south, into her boots.
"Bye," she whispered and hung up.
The man in the snow had gone dead still. His gaze locked on her like a heat-seeking missile. And Lucy knew he knew that she knew and he knew that she knew he knew. Or something. Her mind went blank. There must be something to say in situations like this, but she had nothing. She stared at him and he stared right back.
"What the hell are you doing here?" All things considered it was a very reasonable question. His tone and the glare he bent her way shot to hell any vague hope she might have held that Richard had learned to forgive and forget.
"Hello, Richard." Her voice hit the loaded air in a strangled squeak.
His voice was deeper than she remembered, but she would have known it anywhere. Nine years was not long enough to forget any of the small details she could now make out.
Snow powdered one side of his face and stuck to his eyelashes. His face was leaner and the bones stronger and more decisive, but he was still Richard. Handsome in that Cary Grant, clean-cut, one-of-the-good-guys way. It had played havoc with her teenage heart and hormones. Her grown-up hormones were not dead to the appeal either. His eyes were the same pure, unadulterated cobalt. He blinked to clear snow from the dark veil of his lashes.
Lucy watched him with the helpless certainty that the light at the end of the tunnel was an oncoming train.
His head dropped forward almost onto his chest. He'd propped his elbows onto his knees.
She should say something to ease the tension, but she was clueless. She tucked her chin deeper into her scarf and waited.
"Tell me it's not you," he said, eventually.
She huddled deeper into her coat and tried a friendly smile. "I didn't see you when I opened my door."
"Ah, Christ." A big man, he was surprisingly graceful as he rose to his feet, brushing snow off his butt and legs.
She should have recognized those. An hysterical bubble of laughter caught in her throat.
"This cannot be happening to me," he rumbled without looking at her.
She really wanted to ask which part, but was equally sure she didn't want to hear his answer. "Sorry," she said, shrugging again. "I didn't—"
"See me, yeah, I get it." His beautiful blue eyes were colder than the snow seeping through her cheap boots. "What are you doing here, Lucy?"
It was like something out of Wuthering Heights. The wind howled, the snow drove against her face, and the large, lurking former love of her life glowered at her in a very Bronte-esque manner. Kate Bush started wailing her lament to Heathcliff in a dark corner of Lucy's mind.
"I came for my mom." She dropped her eyes first. "My dad is sick."
Richard made a strangled sound in the back of his throat. "So, you rushed home to take care of Mom and Dad?" He didn't wait for her reply, but bent to grab his bike and hauled it upright. He leaned over to examine it. Then gave up with a snarl of exasperation. "Perfect, fucking perfect."
"My mom needs me." It sounded lame. Richard shot her a look of clear skepticism. Okay, he thought so too. She was tempted to set him right and opened her mouth to do that. She shut it again. There was no easy explanation to this one.
He gave her one last scowl before he turned and stomped away. His feet drove small divots into the snow as he went, dragging his bike behind him. He didn't look back, but strode toward the house next door. He tossed the helmet to one side. It hit the boards of the front porch with a broken splat. Lucy winced. The door slammed behind him with a resounding bang that made her jump. This was so not good.
From his kitchen window Richard watched Lucy pick her way carefully along the pathway up to her old home. It was cleared and salted, but would need to be done again when this storm let up. He made sure of that for Lynne, now that Carl was no longer able to shovel. He tried not to look, but his eyes zeroed in like they were on autopilot. And, oh God, those legs. What they did to a man was nothing short of criminal. Richard yanked the fridge open.
He would have described himself as the quintessential leg man. Breasts were good too. He was as partial as the next man to a great pair, but for him it would always be legs. And being a leg man meant he could never let a great ass pass him by without having a look either.
Breast men had it easy. A quick flick of the eyes down and up again and you were good to go. Leg men had more of a challenge. Over the years, and out of necessity, he'd perfected the swift, over the shoulder, window reflection, under armpit, smash and grab eyeful. Of course, that was before he'd had that particular fantasy eviscerated by her.
Lucy mounted the three wooden steps to the porch that ran the side of her family home.
And now. Well, now he still loved legs; long, shapely pathways straight to heaven. As long as they didn't belong to blond hell-raisers who blew out of town with his heart in their backpack and never got around to giving it back.
"Ah, fuck it." The orange juice slapped erratically against the side of the carton and Richard took a deep breath. He was a doctor, right. So the shaking hands could be a direct result of the fall. Except it was not the fall. The snow had taken the worst of the impact away. It was her.
He took a long swig from the carton, deriving a sort of savage pleasure from an action that would make his mother stare at him, first in frank and honest amazement, because he never drank from the carton, and next in horror.
"Ah, fuck it." As far as variety went, he was a pitiful failure, but for impact, his vocabulary was perfect. Just what the doctor ordered.
Lucy Flint, back in town and doing what she always did. Taking his neatly ordered existence between her slender fingers, crumpling it up into a tiny ball, and tossing it over her shoulder. She'd just arrived and she'd doored him, wrecked his helmet and almost his bike, and reduced him to swilling orange juice from the carton. It made him shudder to think what she would do for an encore.
Except he already knew. Richard pulled a glass from the cupboard and poured the remainder of the juice into it. When she got done with turning him ass over end, she would wrench out his innards, starting with his heart, pulverize them, and disappear. Not this time, Lucy Flint. He made a silent promise to himself. Fool me once ...
Her hair was different. It used to be shorter and curled around her beautiful face like a picture frame. This long, silky sweep of blond she had now was like a weapon. Her green eyes played hide and seek with her sexy mane as she peered out at him. This new sex kitten thing was like a knee to the groin.
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Very emotional second chance romance. Richard is thrown for a loop when Lucy comes back to town. As much as he still wants to be angry at her, she is no longer the same girl that broke his heart nine years ago. But she is still the one that holds his heart, no matter how much he tries to deny it - and he still holds hers. They have some setbacks and they work their way through their past as well as new obstacles, but Richard's mom and brother Josh are a great support system for them both. I'm really looking forward to Josh's story in the next book in the series! ARC via NetGalley
I absolutely loved this book! Nobody's Angel is a story that sucks you in, and keeps you turning the pages. Everything about it, tone, feeling, emotion, pulls at you. At times, I just wanted to hug Lucy! You can't stop reading - you care about these characters, not only Lucy and Richard, but everyone else, too. The author did an amazing job! Well-written, and kept me thinking about the story long after I'd reached the end. That's the mark of a great book.
I'm not sure I'll recover after reading this story. Wow! Ms. Hegger did a tremendous job bringing Lucy full circle from a broken young woman with self-destructive tendencies who didn't care who she hurt to a grown woman wanting to make amends with those she hurt so she can finally lay her past to rest. This is the first time I've read a story where the heroine is a recovering alcoholic and it was such a refreshing angle. I didn't like the younger Lucy. Getting to know her through memories and narrative made her so incredibly unappealing that I wondered what the hell younger Richard ever saw in her. I wondered if she really had changed or if she would revert to her old self. I kept waiting for that turn to happen. *winces* And realized I was no better than some of the secondary characters who judged her based on her past and not on her present. Richard, at least, took a chance on her. He heard her out then laid his heart open for her to see. Forgiveness wouldn't come easy but she didn't expect it to. If she had, I would have second-guessed her motives for going back to Willow Park. The road to redemption isn't as smooth as most would believe, but that's okay. The things you cherish the most in life are the things you have to work hard for. Lucy said her apologies, made her peace, and Richard... Well, she came to understand that loving him this time around was different and would be so much better. She wasn't the girl from ten years ago. She wasn't desperate for attention. She was ready to take life by the horns and begin anew. And beginning anew with Richard was the perfect way to end this story. This was such an amazing story of redemption and second chances, of letting the past go and moving forward, of finally realizing that your heart knows what it wants even before you do. I loved every word of Richard and Lucy's story, and I hope you do too. (Received from NetGalley via Tasty Book Tours for an honest review)
4.5 Stars! Sarah Hegger is a new-to-me author but the blurb caught my interest and I was expecting to read a light, fun story of a mean girl’s redemption and a second-chance love. What I got was a raw and emotional story that deals with the very difficult issue of alcoholism and by the end of the book I felt like I had just gone through a hurricane. Lucy Flint is a recovering alcoholic and has returned home to Willow Park for the first time after she left nine years ago, to help her mother with her father’s care. When she left town all those years, she did so under a cloud of scandal and her return gives her an opportunity to make amends to the town for all her hurtful and destructive behavior. Richard Hunter is the nice and good guy with a killer body and good looks. He was Lucy’s teenage love whose heart she broke when she left town all those years. Now Richard is all grown, lives right next door and is her parents’ doctor. With both Lucy and Richard in such proximity, the sparks re-ignite between them. I was completely drawn into this story because of Lucy. She is an amazing character who did not let her past keep her down. She grew up with an abusive father and a cowering and weak mother and with such parents, it’s no surprise that her self-esteem took a hit that led to her drinking and uncontrolled behavior. Nine years later, they had gotten worse and Lucy was brave and strong enough to deal maturely with them instead of trying to find the answers at the bottom of a bottle. It’s not an easy thing to boldly own up to mistakes and ask for forgiveness because of the fact that the responses cannot be controlled, but Lucy had to face her demons and a lot of the people in town had very long memories and were not willing to forgive that easily. I hated that almost no-one could see the new Lucy, but that she was being judged and found wanting based on her past and some people just took pleasure in striking out at her. NOBODY’S ANGEL is a must-read that highlights so many difficult issues but what struck me the most was the responses of some of the people Lucy apologized to. The anger and vitriol had festered for nine years and it spilled out in vengeful ways. It made me realize that trying to atone for past behavior does not come with a guarantee that the gesture would be accepted. One just has to take a chance and hope for the best. At the end, I was all for her leaving Willow Park for good and never returning. The ending was a little too abrupt for me and I wish that it had been extended a little to wrap up the story properly. All in all, NOBODY’s ANGEL is a great story of redemption and getting a second chance at first love. *I received this book for free from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.*
Finished this book in about two days. I loved that it was more than just a romance novel but really about her struggle with everyone. Some points had me really guessing what was going to happen next. ?
I received an advance reader copy of Nobody’s Angel in exchange for an honest review. I was expecting a good book as I adore Hegger’s writing style. What I wasn’t expecting was to have my heart broken and rebuilt. Nobody’s Angel is beyond doubt the most exceptional book I have read in years. Hegger reached inside me, ripped out my heart and shredded it. She touched all those secret vulnerable spots that we hide and made me feel things I haven’t felt for a long time. I ached for Lucy’s pain. I was crushed by her sorrow and soared with her joy. In this heart breaking, heart-warming story, Sarah Hegger touches on revisiting your past mistakes, re-finding old love and making amends. Secret shame, hidden feelings and deep desires fill Lucy’s story. I laughed. I cried. I moaned. I rejoiced. I won’t spoil the story for you, but I can honestly say that you DO NOT want to miss this one. Oh, the feels! This is a book that will remain on my shelf forever. Can I get it in hardback? Please? I’ll need it to be durable because I’ll be reading this one over and over again.
Excellent book! Very different from anything I've read lately and it grabbed me from the very beginning. This is a new to me author and it appears this is her first venture into contemporary work. Well, from my point of view, job well done. I will definitely be looking for more from this author. This is a story of a young woman who hasn't lived her life the best way she could have. She has a lot to atone for and she is back in Willow Park to not only help her mother care for her father, but to apologize to the people she has hurt most in her life. I think this one should go on everyone's must read list. I highly recommend it.
4 Stars! Sometimes I like to go into a book completely blind as I did with this book. I really had absolutely no idea what to think about this book before I started reading it. I haven't read anything by this author before reading this book and I am not even sure that I read the blurb before I signed up for the blog tour. I think my entire decision to read this book came from the fact that it is start of a new series and I liked the cover. I hate to admit that I often make a decision to read a book based on the cover despite the fact that I can still hear my mother telling me to "never judge a book by its cover" many times during my childhood. I knew that this was a romance and I really expected it to be of the light and fluffy variety that I seem to be reading a lot lately. Imagine my surprise when this book turned out to be anything but light and fluffy. I didn't realize this book would focus on such difficult issues and I found myself really sucked into the story quite quickly. I really had a hard time even putting this book down for even a minute. There was just something about Lucy that really got to me. Lucy is a recovering alcoholic and she has returned home to Willow Park to help her mother and face her past. Lucy was a wild teenager and has quite the reputation in her hometown which is why she hasn't been back since the day she left so many years ago. Lucy has changed and wants to help her mother deal with her father. She also wants to make amends for all the harm she has caused in this town as part of her recovery. Richard is the boy that Lucy loved during her teen years. She broke his heart when she left town with someone else nine years ago. Richard is now a doctor and he actually treats Lucy's parents among others. He bought the house next door to her parents and even shovels their driveway. Richard is simply a nice guy. I really connected with Lucy in this book. I made a few decisions as a teen that I am not proud of and I couldn't imagine what it would be like to still be facing judgement for them today. Lucy didn't try to make excuses and was willing to take responsibility for her actions. The more I learned about Lucy the more I liked her. I really liked Richard in this book as well. He was obviously crushed when Lucy left and he still carries a lot of anger and feeling for her. There were a couple of things that I did have some issues with in this book. I really wish that Richard's divorce had been final before the story started. At the beginning of the story he was still trying to make his marriage work. Even though his wife had left and didn't want to reconcile, I still don't care the idea that he was still married. The other issue that I had was Lucy's parents. They were both just really horrible people. I can completely understand how Lucy would have looked for attention outside of the home during her teen years. I think that these two characters were a bit overdone in this story and they became hard to read about. There were just too many scenes that focused on her horrible parents for my taste. I really found this to be a wonderful book. I was able to put my two issues aside and really enjoy the story for what it was. Nothing in this book was expected and I loved that. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes a contemporary romance that deals with some tougher issues. This is the first book by Sarah Hegger that I have read and I look forward to reading the next book in this series as soon as possible. I received a copy of this book from Kensington Publishing Group - Zebra via NetGalley for the purpose of providing an honest review.
I really enjoyed this book. It is a good romance & deals with alcoholism. 252 pages. GJRA
This is not a cliffhanger!!! This is a story about dysfunctional families creating the manure that results in a life of regrets and sorrow. This is a story of forgiving yourself for the mistakes you made in running away from fear by abusing alcohol. This is a story of facing the worst and still believing in you and the truth of you. This is a love story. This is admitting that you love without the safety net of knowing that you are loved. It is so much easier to be in a relationship when you know that you cannot be hurt because, although you CARE, you are not in love. Finding your adulthood is based upon your willingness to be more comcerned about not hurting others who love you, than you are in protecting your heart from love. This was an interesting love stpry that was based upon maturity, growing inside, and love.
The past mistakes can haunt you/trying to make amends with all that was hurt and trying to forgive yourself
COMPLEXITY wrapped in sweet girly pink. Have plenty of tissues on hand for the final scene!
I really enjoyed this book all of it it. I enjoyed the characters. I didn't get bored through the book at all I was compelled to read it as fast as I could get through it!
Wow! Fabulous! This is a very well thought out and well written book. The characters are relatable and multifaceted. Although there are a few lines of humor, this story is not a light read. It is deep and emotional. Almost every character seemed to have some kind of issue but none as publicly displayed as Lucy's. I believe this is the best written novel I have read so far this year. Ms. Hegger's descriptions of the bitter Chicago winter are very realistic. I felt as if I were right there too. If you are looking for more than sunshine and lollipops, I highly recommend this book. I can't wait to read Josh's story. ARC received from the author in exchange for an honest review.
I do not envy Lucy one bit. She has a lot of apologizing to do to sooo many people. She is on her road to recovery, and I can't imagine how hard it would be to not escape back to the bottle while she returns to her hometown and faces all the people she has hurt. We're not talking little hurts either. These are some big hurts. To me Lucy was a very realistic character. The tension between Lucy and Richard was thick, but there was so much pain and mistrust between them. Will they work through it? Better read to find out. The ARC of Nobody's Angel by Sarah Hegger was kindly provided to me by the author for review. The opinions are my own.
With Richard and Josh.
Loved this book. I felt Lucy's emotions throughout the novel; and on a few occasions I had to wipe the tears ? from my cheeks at 2 in the morning. First time reading a novel by this author and will continue to read her other works.
Nobody's Angel by Sarah Hegger is an awesome read. Ms Hegger has given us a well-written book. The characters in this book are simply amazing and so well developed you feel like you actually know the people in the book. Lucy and Richard's story is loaded with drama, humor, sizzle and a bit of suspense. This is an entertaining read from start to finish. I enjoyed Nobody's Angel and look forward to reading more from Sarah Hegger in the future. Nobody's Angel is book 1 of the Willow Park Series but can be read as a standalone. This is a complete book, not a cliff-hanger.
There is Romance, and then there is romance! Though probably not at the same level, think Dr. Zhavago=Romance, and Lady Chaterly Lover=romance. A fantastic presentation of a retrospective here-and-now. BRILLIANT !
Book 1 of a trilogy including - Nobody's Fool and Nobody's Princess... All three books are well written and very sad real life stories... Lucy was a girl when her father wanted s boy... She grew up tough and tried to be what he wanted but it was never enough.. She runs away after HS to NYC to become a model taking a friends boyfriend photographer with her... She left Richard, her boyfriend, without a word... Years later she winds up in Portland, Oregon and as part of her AA program she is required to return to her hometown, just out of Chicago, to obtain forgiveness for those she has hurt.. Not an easy task, her father is worse than ever, her mother is beaten down and Richard, now a doctor, is married to her best friend (separated) and living next door to her parents. Let the fun begin!!! It is a book that will make you laugh and cry, often on the same page... Well worth the read as are the stories of Josh and Thomas.. All are available at this time.