Rachel Daughtry has a ten-year plan that leaves no room for mistakes. Or not-so-serious boys—including Oliver Wentworth, the freshman boyfriend she's never forgotten. Now she's back in San Francisco with an awesome-slash-scary new job. Unfortunately, The Plan doesn't cover things like meeting her best friend's new "secret" guy...Oliver.
Fortunately, no one knows that Rachel and Oliver were ever together, and endless bikini wax torture couldn't make Rachel hurt her friend. But it's killing Rachel. She's not over him. Not even a little. And as her ten-year plan crumbles around her, Rachel realizes that maybe—just maybe—Oliver feels the same way. Now Rachel is on the verge of losing all control. And her best friend. And the love of her life...
Someday Maybe is a modern take on Jane Austen's Persuasion that proves a second chance at true love is always worth the risk.
About the Author
USA Today bestselling author Ophelia London was born and raised among the redwood trees in beautiful northern California. Once she was fully educated, she decided to settle in Florida, but her car broke down in Texas and she's lived in Dallas ever since. A cupcake and treadmill aficionado (obviously those things are connected), she spends her time watching arthouse movies and impossibly trashy TV, while living vicariously through the characters in the books she writes. Ophelia is the author of DEFINITELY, MAYBE IN LOVE; ABBY ROAD; the Perfect Kisses series including: FALLING FOR HER SOLDIER, PLAYING AT LOVE, SPEAKING OF LOVE, and MAKING WAVES; and the upcoming Sugar City series for Entangled's Bliss line. Visit her at ophelialondon.com. But don't call when The Vampire Diaries is on.
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A Definitely Maybe Novel
By Ophelia London, Stacy Abrams
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Mary Smith
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September, Freshman Year
I blew a bubble and leaned on the doorjamb of Roger's office. Although you could hardly call it an office. It was smaller than an IKEA closet and didn't have a door that shut or a light switch.
"Hey, Trouble," Rog said, grinning at me over his laptop.
"Hey, Double." I returned my brother's grin. "They're finally gone."
"Yeah? How bad did Dad cry?"
I laughed. "More than when the Dodgers lost but less than when he watches Rudy. And Mom was doing that hovering thing. It got so bad, I had to kick them out of my dorm room." I collapsed into a folding chair on the other side of his desk.
Rog chuckled, clicked his mouse, shut his computer, then set his full attention on me. School hadn't started yet, and I knew he was already crazy busy, but my very important big brother was making time for me.
"She's always been great at the hovering thing," Rog said. "But I'm thinking you should be grateful they drove you all the way up here; they didn't do that for me freshman year."
"I guess," I said, propping my red Chuck Taylors on the stack of posters from last year's University of San Francisco student body president elections.
"And of course they got weepy," Rog said. "They might be gone a long time."
"Hallelujah. No more hovering."
"Rachel." He shot me his serious brotherly expression. "Mom's worried." His words held his serious, brotherly tone. "She doesn't like leaving you alone."
"Alone." I snorted. "I'm with ten thousand other students."
"I'm worried about you, too. Are you still dead set on carrying eighteen credits? That's a really heavy load for a freshman. I've been there."
I nodded and picked at a nail. I'd just gone over this with Dad. Why did no one think I could handle it?
"If your GPA drops below a three-five, you'll lose the scholarship, right?"
"I know, I know." I rolled my eyes. "Dad just gave me his final lecture. It was a doozy."
Rog grinned and rubbed his chin. "Did it include the pie chart?"
"How did you know?"
"I told you, I've been there." Roger's cell beeped, but he silenced it and slid it in a desk drawer. "Look, Rach, they put me in charge of you, and I'm sorry but I'm taking that seriously. I even warned my roommates not to mess with you." He walked around to the front of his desk and sat. "Remember all those Jackie Chan movies I used to watch?" Rog formed his hands into a kung-fu position. "If I catch any lameass, starry-eyed jocks hanging around you, I'll unleash the big guns." He karate-chopped the air along with the appropriate hiya! ninja call.
I couldn't help laughing. "Scary, Rog." It was easy to mock the sternness of my brother; he was the most easygoing guy I knew. "I shall do my best to be a model student while under your stewardship."
He sighed at my smartassness and rubbed the back of his neck, taking on the familiar gestures of our dad more and more every day.
Yes, I was being a pain, but I knew the deal. Just because our parents would be overseas for months at a time didn't give me carte blanche to screw off. I understood the gravity of being at USF on scholarship more than anyone. And anyway, eighteen credits was nothing if you had an implacable plan like mine. You might say I was kind of a control freak when it came to school. Okay, I was a huge control freak about school. But there was no other choice.
In the years before I'd started junior high, our family didn't worry about my college fund. Mom and Dad were both lecturing professors, we had vacation homes, and Dad had lots of investments. But like fifty percent of the country, he wasn't prepared for the bottom of the economy to drop out.
"And it just so happens, I'm taking my education seriously without your help," I said. "But I am going to spend one last day as a teenager in college before classes start tomorrow."
He blew out an exaggerated breath and gave me his indulgent grin. "I guess that sounds okay."
"I marvel at your generosity."
He laughed, and when I stood to leave, he added, "Hey, don't forget Sunday brunch at my place. You can give me a full rundown of your first week."
Dude, I was so over the hovering. Wasn't one mother enough?
"Come on, it'll be our tradition. If we Skype with the 'rents every week, they'll be less prone to worry. And if you play your cards right, I bet the dean will score me tickets to a Giants game. You've never been to AT&T Park."
Ooh. My brother was playing dirty. Bay Area professional sports made me want to relinquish my SoCal birthright and pledge my devotion to the 49ers.
"Sound like a plan, Trouble?"
I groaned, trying to sound all blasé and teenagerly. "Sounds like a plan, Double."
It took me ten minutes to walk back to Phelan Hall. Within that short time, Rog sent me five texts. In the abstract, it was cool that he worried about me, but in reality, he had nothing to worry about. My ten-year plan was already in motion.
To enjoy my last evening of teenaged freedom, I met my new dormmate and a group of other girls at a campus cafeteria. After that, we'd be hitting Greek Row. At dinner, we were just getting into the "Justin Bieber: old-hair-or-new-hair" debate when a figure standing at my right pulled my attention. I glanced up.
It was a guy. Dark hair. Cute. "Hi," I said.
"Hey." He blinked and tilted his head. "Don't I know you?"
He was tall and kind of lanky, broad shoulders under a yellow T-shirt with the Partridge Family logo on the front. Nice face, though I didn't recognize him in the slightest. "I don't think so," I said. A second later, whoever was next to me kicked my leg under the table.
"Hmm, that's funny." He shrugged those broad shoulders. "My mistake." Then he pulled back a slow, adorable boy smile.
I instantly regretted my standoffishness, because, wow ... he was more than cute. Although he'd made the tragic mistake of wearing a backward baseball cap, I could see his hair was curly and dark, a richer brown than mine. He had big, lightish-gray eyes, long lashes, and that smile ... it made my stomach go melty.
"Maybe it wasn't a mistake." I straightened my posture and pushed my hair over one shoulder. "You probably recognize me from all those TV ads when I was running for Congress."
Really, Rachel? If I had one of those sci-fi machines that rolled back time to retract stupid jokes, I would've used it right then.
He stared at me for a moment, then burst into laughter—cute laugh, too. Deep like a man, but ... silly. I'd never heard anything so carefree. "Wasn't it the Senate?" He slid his hands into his back pockets, taking on a posture of ease.
Damn, he was self-confident, too. Major turn-on.
"It was both," I replied, enjoying his flirty game. "But I don't like to brag."
When he laughed again, I noticed a dimple in his cheek. Oh, my. He took ahold of the end of the table and crouched down so we were the same eye level, giving me a lovely whiff of his delicious boy smell. "So look," he said, his voice lower because we were so close now, his pretty gray eyes looking right into me. "I know how exhausting the campaign trail must be. I was just about to grab a bite. Want to join me," he tipped his head to the side, "over there?"
The control freak in me was about to reply that I already had plans for dinner—obviously, since I was currently eating—and that I had other plans with my friends the rest of the evening. But when he graced me with another smile, this one touched with the slightest hint of vulnerability, it wasn't even a choice.
We rose to stand at the same time. He picked up my tray with the half-eaten burger and untouched green salad.
"I'm Oliver," he said as we walked toward a corner table.
"I know who you are, Rachel." He glanced at me out of the corners of those silvery eyes and cocked a sexy half grin. "I've seen you around." A botanical garden's worth of butterflies flew loose in my stomach.
We sat, neither of us touching the food on the table between us. He told me about his three roommates who were all cousins from New Jersey, then I told him about my first night in the dorms. His story was better. Sometimes, he rubbed a knuckle under his chin when he spoke. And when he wasn't looking straight at me, he looked down. It was cute, catching those moments of vulnerability.
His fingers brushed against mine when he passed me his phone to show me a picture of his dog back home. The tiny touch shot a tingle up my arm, making my heart stutter. When our eyes met, I could've sworn he'd felt the same thing.
Before I knew it, the janitors were mopping the floor around us and the lights were switching off.
"What do you think they're trying to tell us?" Oliver asked. He had this nervous habit of pushing up his sleeves. He was doing it now. I was making a hot guy nervous. Unprecedented.
"That time flies when you're having fun?" I replied, feeling its truthfulness through the cliché. I'd been having more fun talking to him in the cafeteria than I'd had at my senior prom.
We stood to leave, ignoring the glares of the janitorial staff as our sneakers squeaked across the wet floors.
"This was only fun for you?" He held open the exit. "Damn. I was going for mind-blowing. I have my pride."
The golden sun floated at the horizon as he walked me home. My stomach actually ached from laughing, while my brain was massively preoccupied by how much I wanted him to kiss me. I'd been subtly staring at his mouth for the past three hours, could almost taste the sweetness on this boy's happy-go-lucky lips.
We stopped in front of the glass doors of Phelan Hall. My most recent "first kiss" had been so uneventful that I could hardly remember it. As I gazed up at Oliver, at the bluey twilight sky behind him, I wondered if ours would be a gentle kiss or if he would grab me in a rush of passion like I'd always daydreamed. I was so caught up in my anticipation that I almost missed his words.
"Well, it was nice to meet you, Rachel. Good luck with classes tomorrow." And without so much as a friendly hug, or a stupid fist bump, he turned and walked away.
My mouth fell open. He seemed so ... unaffected, so completely oblivious.
Baffled, I remained statue-still and watched him leave, regretting it more and more when I noted his long legs and confident stride ... the way his butt in his jeans was the most perfect boy butt I'd ever seen.
The moment he was out of sight, I blew through the glass double doors, stomped up the stairs, and slammed my door, declining any and all end-of-summer parties. Instead, I sat on the end of my bed and dissected every word Oliver and I had exchanged. What the hell had I done wrong?
It took me ages to fall asleep, and the few winks I did manage to catch were filled with dreams of the grinning face of a cheerful, sexy boy with metallic gray eyes who hadn't asked for my number. In my dream, though, he didn't need my number, because the moment of our good-night had gone much differently with my creative subconscious in charge.
Unable to get that fantasy out of my mind, I rolled out of bed the next morning—three hours before my first class—pulled on my running clothes, and walked down the stairs, in desperate need to clear my head before officially starting my college career, Day One of the ten-year plan.
Apparently, I'd had my last-day-of-freedom fling, after all. Though now it seemed rather anticlimactic after the super-sexy make-out session I'd dreamed about last night. Probably for the best that nothing really happened—I'd never been particularly coordinated at balancing school and boys. And now was not the time to screw up.
The second I stepped out the front door, I spotted Oliver on a bench, monitoring the entrance. Seeing him made my heart beat fast, like I'd just finished running wind sprints. He'd been writing in a notebook, which he slid into his backpack when he saw me.
"Good morning, Rachel." He strolled over, hands in his back pockets. His entire frame screamed totally relaxed and confident.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked, self-consciously playing with the end of my ponytail. He looked hot, while I'd only managed to make sure I'd brushed my teeth before I'd left.
"Waiting for you," he said. That same smile that had kick-started my heart yesterday stretched across his face. He ran a hand through his dark, baseball cap-free hair. It was chestnut with glints of auburn under the early morning sun.
"It's six a.m." I was queen of pointing out the obvious when confused.
"I know, but I forgot to do something last night."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Blow your mind."
With no fear, no thought of rejection, Oliver stepped up to me, slid a hand around the back of my neck, and pulled me in, that perfect mouth crashing over mine. My head buzzed with the dizzying sensation of wonder mixed with relief and raging bliss—wiping out everything else.
The kiss was better than I imagined, better than I'd dreamed last night. His arms were suddenly around me. Had they always been there, holding me up? As the kiss deepened, he tasted sweet like berries and something rich like dark chocolate. I never wanted that taste to leave my mouth.
"Whoa." I swayed back, grateful for the support of his arms. "Oliver, you—"
"Still able to speak, huh?" He shut his eyes and kissed me again, tilting me into an almost-dip. I was panting for breath when we finally broke apart.
"Whaa ...," I wheezed, my entire respiratory system working overtime just to pump oxygen to my brain.
After a long moment with only the sound of our mutually heavy, labored breathing, he grinned and whispered, "Finally." His eyes closed as he rested his forehead against mine. "Now that your mind is sufficiently blown, how about breakfast before school?"
School? a tiny corner of my mind repeated as I stood on my toes to kiss him back. I have no idea what that is.CHAPTER 2
Six years later
If staying fastened in place by my safety belt while clinging to the seat in front of me with both arms was an option, I might have taken it. Instead, I pulled on my metaphorical big-girl panties, hefted my overstuffed carry-on, and stumbled into the aisle.
Time to face the future. And the past.
As I exited the revolving doors to baggage claim, I spotted Meghan and Giovanna. They were scanning the crowd and Megs held a huge-ass sign that read: "Welcome Home Rachel."
A combination of joy and dread hit me.
I had to stand still and just breathe while other passengers rushed past to hug their waiting friends and families. San Francisco hadn't been my home for two years. And even then, I'd only attended college here. Could returning to a place I'd lived for a mere four years really be considered a "homecoming?"
"Rach!" Meghan flung her sign skyward like it was Mary Tyler Moore's knitted cap, broke into a run, then crashed into me at full speed. After we stumbled and my bags went flying, she grabbed the tops of my shoulders and shook me like I was being punished. "I can't believe you're finally here, Rachel!" We'd been best friends since third grade, so she was allowed to yell at me and shake me to show she was happy.
"Yee-haw!" Giovanna called. Instead of a southern twang, it was laced with her French-Canadian accent.
My two closest friends in the world had no idea that, behind my huge smile, I was majorly freaked at being back in San Fran. But why should they suspect anything? I'd never told a soul about what happened six years ago. The fruity smell of Meghan's hairspray and Gio's cackling laugh ... being with them again made me almost giddy with relief. The fist of dread that had been clenching my insides since touchdown started to loosen.
We loaded the car and by the time we made it up the Bayshore Freeway, across Sixteenth Street and into the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, I had tears in my eyes from laughing. The more we squealed and caught up, the more I felt a nervous/happy flutter in my stomach at the adventure lying ahead.
So what if San Francisco harbored unhappy memories? The real reason I was back was for my fabulous new job. I'd actually been headhunted, for damn's sake! NRG Interactive saw a special talent in me—or whatever that email had said—and I'd be embarking on a career I had no idea I could do a year ago, something I ... I didn't have a ton of professional training at.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Rachel Daughtry is driven to succeed. She has never recovered from the monetary loss that her family suffered. Now that she's in college she's determined to study hard so that she can achieve financial security. That is until she meets Oliver Wentworth. They fall in love, even though they are opposites. Being with him is more important than her grades until she learns that she might be kicked out of school. She breaks up with him and her life becomes cold and bleak. What happens when fate brings them together years later? Does love still exist? Rachel and Oliver are unforgettable characters. They have great emotional depth. I loved seeing them meet again. The pain, the longing and the sexual tension made it impossible to put this book down. The secondary characters were delightful. They added both humor and drama to the story. Ophelia London did a great job. The story has it all romance, pain and a HEA.
Oliver and Rachel had an eight month relationship during freshman year in college. How was she to balance an all-consuming relationship and an 18 credit semester? She couldn't and her grades started to decline. She couldn't risk losing her scholarship so she decided to break up with Oliver and gave him no real answer as to why she was breaking the heart of the boy she loved so much. Now, it's seven years later and they meet again but this time he's dating her best friend. This was a nice, easy flowing romance that had me rooting for Oliver and Rachel but not really convinced that they were going to find their way into each other's arms. As soon as I thought "YES, they're finally going to get back together" something would happen to ruin the moment. The dreams were a nice touch. Trying to figure out what they meant was challenging. I'm definitely interested in finding out which other characters in this book might find their HEA in their own books. Received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
Rachel and Oliver had a secret relationship freshman year of college. Oliver didn't fit into her 10 year plan so she ends things between them. Fast forward 6 years when she moves back to San Francisco and gets to meet her best friends new boyfriend. This was a really sweet second chance romance. I loved Oliver - he was such a sweetheart. I really liked the dynamics with all the friends. There were a few small things that I didn't like about this book but I can't leave that in the review because it is a spoiler but overall, I really enjoyed this book and recommend it to anyone who enjoys a sweet, romantic story.
I think most of us have had 'the one who got away' at one point or another in our lives. I have - still remember him occasionally - and so the synopsis of this book really appealed to me. Plus the cover was awesome. I was really excited to start this novel and I was extremely glad I did. I was extremely worried about the fact Rachel meets Oliver again after so long while he is dating her best friend, but I was so ecstatic that Ophelia London handled that sooo well that I have no cause for complaint there. I also want to point out that unlike so many female protagonists in romances, Rachel was not perfect but her flaws were actually fairly understandable. The fact that she was scared of things had a reason and yet it wasn't beating us upside the head throughout the whole novel either. I really liked and connected with Rachel, which made it a lot easier to love Oliver. He's not my usual type of guy I get hyped over in romances, but he was definitely perfectly characterized in this novel. There were quite a lot of hints behind both of their motivations to certain things - past and present - that didn't get explain right out and I loved that the author gave us that. I have been getting a little tired of having things shown one way in romance novels and then explained just plain outright when they didn't need to be. The chemistry between these two was amazing and tangible throughout the entire novel without being too in your face, so that you're left wondering what Oliver is thinking sometimes. Which is good. We women always wonder why guys think sometimes when we're dating them, or falling for them, so it helps us readers connect to Rachel a bit better. It was a nice touch, I thought. For the record, I'm not a huge fan of Meghan. BUT that's just fine. It isn't anything big really, just her personality in the book. She wasn't a horrible person or anything, just didn't really like her. She made a good balance to Rachel as a friend though, so it works! The dialog and writing were so well done, I honestly can't think of a place I was upset with them at all. The dialog is a big, huge, GIANT pet peeve of mine. And I was happy I didn't have to wince with something that came out of someone's mouth that sounds wrong or stilted. There weren't any words wasted over-explaining and that was nice. (Even if I myself have that personality flaw when I'm talking - I over-explain, especially tired. But I'm really smart so I don't need things over-explained when I read. Makes me impatient sometimes.) Also, the story wasn't that involved, but it didn't need to be. It was simply a sweet second chance romance that leaves the reader feeling happy and satisfied afterwards. I seriously want to read more by this author. Amazing! 4.5 stars! *Received ARC for honest review*
3 Star Review This is London's second book in the Definitely, Maybe series. You do not need to read the first book as this is a stand alone. Rachel was a planner due to the difficulties her family faced when she was younger. Nothing was going to stand in the way of her 10 year plan for success, not even Oliver, the young boy who stole her heart in her first year of college. Making some poor choices and not wanting anyone to know they were dating affected Rachel and even though she felt very strongly for Oliver, she breaks his heart and walks away from him. The story fast forwards six years and Rachel finds herself back in California with her lifelong friends and at a new job, that even though it is not what she really wants to do, it offers her stability. She is blindsided when she discovers the new man in her friend's life, Rad, is none other than Oliver. Not only that but she is working with Oliver's sister. Despite her best efforts to stay away, the two keep coming back around each other. It seems both have some unresolved issues and have feelings for each other which need to be addressed. This story was a tough one for me because even though I love second chance love stories, I just did not like Rachel. There wasn't one thing about her I really liked and as a result it was hard for me to root for her. Oliver was great as a college boyfriend but even he was a little annoying when he obviously had strong feelings for Rachel but was still seeing her friend, at least I think he was. The details of that relationship were glossed over and that was bothersome because I can't see how Rachel wouldn't have wanted to know more about what went on between her friend and Oliver. Towards the end as we are getting to the resolution, the story did pick up the pace and I was anxious to see how things would work out but even the ending fell a little flat for me. As I loved the last book in this series, I was a little disappointed in this one but still look forward to reading more from London in the future. Thanks to Netgalley for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
So first off books like Someday, Maybe totally stress me out! Don’t worry it’s not a bad thing. I love Ophelia London’s writing and her way of investing me in the characters right away. So I’m stressed because I want things to work out for the characters right away. Of course that wouldn’t be much of a story. Rachel is a very interesting character. It bothered me that she was letting her brother, Roger, have such an influence on her life. I have three older brothers and I can tell if any of them put their two cents in that way, I would give them a good punch in the stomach. (okay the truth is I just never told them anything otherwise they would be beating up boys left and right). Although as you read you start to see that it is more her than Roger and she really does grow and sees that. I did enjoy Rachel, even if at times she was frustrating or irrational. She has some control issues which are not the most uncommon thing. I like how Ophelia keeps some of that natural quality to Rachel as she did with Spring. Using the essential oils to aid in her headaches and stress. I did not like Meghan and I felt bad about it because I thought I was disliking her for something that she didn’t know the full situation on. How could she know about Oliver if she was never told about Oliver, but it felt like even if she knew it wouldn’t matter. I don’t like girls who tell you to tone it down because they don’t want the guy they like to like you. What? How is that the right guy for you then. Her insecurities bothered me but I’ve also known people like Meghan. In the grand scheme of things Meghan is dramatic but she is not a bad friend. I like that she is Rachel’s go to for dream interpretation. How could you not like Oliver or Ollie or Rad or whatever he goes by these days. Ha ha. He is super charming and super sweet. He, however, is not a hundred percent perfect. You could tell that he was still bitter at Rachel but not heartless toward her. I thought the way they ran circles around each other instead of actually confronting one another is pretty funny. I actually have not read Jane Austin’s Persuasion and honestly I’m not sure why. Unless I have and forgotten it, I did look up the summary though so I definitely see how this is a modernized version of the story. Including the clever naming of Oliver. Like I said earlier this story stressed me a bit but I felt better when Nick entered the picture. Even Sarah for that matter. It gave it a little more balance. I loved the pacing, the writing and the plot for this book. Rachel has her quirks but it’s also about how she learns that she can’t control everything. I thought the dream thing was interesting because I’m a big believer in intuition and such things. So I think if you are looking for a fun romance, definitely give this one a try.
3.5/5 stars After having read and enjoyed London's Definitely Maybe, which is a Pride and Prejudice retelling, I knew I had to read Someday Maybe! I haven't yet read Jane Austen's Persuasion, so I wasn't able to compare the two, but I am all about second chance romances! London has such a fun, cute writing style so her books are not only easy to read, but they are pretty fast paced as well. I did feel this one went a little TOO fast. Some of the transitioning seemed a bit abrupt and at times I felt we were told instead of shown important details. That was my biggest issue with this novel. I loved the characters, the romance, and the story itself. For the beginning of the novel, we flip back and forth between Rachel in the past and the present. We first meet her as a freshman in college, getting ready to begin her ten year plan so that she has a stable, successful future to look forward to. Her overprotective brother, Roger, is well known at USF and feels it is his job to make sure she stays on track and doesn't lose focus. Rachel decides to have one last night before classes begin to sow her wild oats before she really buckles down and blocks out all other distractions. Of course, it is that night she meets Oliver Wentworth. Oliver is the exact kind of distraction that Rachel doesn't need in her life, yet she can't seem to give him up either, thus starting a secret relationship with him. This obviously bothers Oliver, because let's face it: no one wants to be the dirty little secret in a relationship. Unfortunately Rachel doesn't do a very good job at balancing her time with Oliver and staying on top of her studies, and she starts to slip. I like that London transitioned back and forth, slowly unraveling their relationship and then their eventual demise. I felt it really made the novel more effective, because you can really see how happy she was with Oliver and now she's alone starting a new job that is proving to be quite the challenge. Having not completely gotten over Oliver, it comes as quite the shock to discover that he is now dating one of her best friends. No one, save for Roger, knows about Oliver and Rachel's relationship freshman year so things are definitely a bit awkward and strained between them. It's not easy pretending they were never in love, especially since it's clear there's still something between them. The flashbacks were what really made me fall for Oliver. Had we not seen him and Rachel together previously, I don't think I would have him enjoyed him as much. I was a bit irritated with him for dating Rachel's friend Meghan as long as he did, especially knowing Rachel was back in town and that he wasn't completely over her. Towards the end of the novel, we did get to see that sweet, caring side of him that I originally fell for. I wasn't crazy about the dream aspect of the story, either. It felt a bit off for me, even though London does do a good job of having it tie in with the major events in the novel. Even though this can be read as a stand alone, Spring and Henry from Definitely Maybe make a brief appearance and I was thrilled to see the two as adorable together as ever! I also really enjoyed Oliver's sister Sarah, so I wouldn't mind her getting her own story in the future! If you're a fan of second chance romances and just a cute love story in general, definitely pick this one up.
Originally posted on my blog: Tangled Up In Books I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. In no way did this sway either my review or my rating! Being a fan of Jane Austen I've been drawn to this series at each release. I enjoyed her take on Pride and Prejudice with the first book in this series Definitely Maybe in Love and so with Persuasion being one of my all time favorite Jane Austen novels Someday Maybe was a no-brainer for me. I'm a sucker for a good second chance romance story. If you line up all the different types of romance tropes out there and asked me to pick one each and every time I will grab for the ones where people get that second chance at love. Rachel and Oliver's story was like a beautiful form of torture. The "will they or won't they" drove me crazy in all the best ways. The whole first chapter is their first meeting at the start of freshman year in college. It was so sweet and beautiful I wanted to read the entire chapter over and over. I mean boy meets girl in a crowded cafeteria and they sit there for hours talking and laughing and getting to know each other and before they know it the janitors are shutting off the lights and mopping the floors and they realize it's just them and...and...sigh. My heart is fluttering just remembering the whole scene. I was won over by the first chapter alone. It was the type of meeting that you would daydream about having. The next chapter takes place six years later and for a while it goes back and forth like that. We'll read a chapter with future Rachel and then the next will slip back to the past where they're dating and for the most part happy. When we're in the present obviously we know that there is no Rachel and Oliver anymore. Then every time it goes back to the past we see the slow destruction of their relationship and it was heartbreaking and frustrating because it was completely avoidable. It made me not such a big fan of college years Rachel. My heart had been so completely captivated with their first meeting that for a while there, probably up to about the halfway mark, the book got really rough for me. All the characters were frustrating me. All of them! Well except maybe Oliver's sister Sarah, she was very nearly my favorite. But I started to feel like a whiny kid wanting to stomp my feet and yell "They aren't doing what I want them to do!" Like I said it was a very sweet kind of torture. I loved Olivia London's modern take of one of my favorite classics. Oh! Anddd...I loved that both Spring and Henry from Definitely Maybe made quite funny appearances a couple times in this book. They don't run in the same circles of friends but the way they pop up in this story had me giggling. A lot. I hope that this series continues on with more spins on Jane Austen novels I'd love to see what she does with some of the others! If they'd be anything like this one was we'd be in for a real treat! Thank you Entangled for giving me the opportunity to read and review this book!
This is a really great story with tons of twists and turns. The pace of the story was a bit slow but the writing was great and the characters were fantastic. I loved Oliver from the start, Rachel took a while to grow on me with her insecurities and expectations. The secondary characters where hilarious and the humor made the book for me. This is one I highly recommend.
This reunited lovers romance is the story of Rachel and Oliver. Secretly involved in college, Oliver doesn't fit into Rachel's 10 year plan and when she breaks things off with him, it seems like the right thing to do to get things back on track. Only, she hasn't gotten over him, and when she returns to her home town, Oliver is there, now dating her best friend who never knew of their relationship before. Suddenly Rachel has to choose between letting Oliver go completely or admitting that she's never gotten over him. I confess that once I started this story I could not put it down! I loved the way the present day was combined at the beginning with flashbacks of the past - showing the evolution of Oliver and Rachel's romance in college and how it all fell apart, and their reemergence into the same social circles now, with no-one the wiser about their secret relationship. They obviously still have feelings for each other though Oliver is hurt and disillusioned that Rachel never really explained why she kept him a secret and the reason that she broke things off with him. I liked both characters - Rachel with her plans never quite working out right and Oliver seemingly without plans when really he is a thoughtful and considerate person. It's Rachel who must change the most in this story, realizing that Oliver isn't the person she thought he was. There is still an intense sexual attraction between them that they can't keep hidden and it's obvious to those around them. Denying it exists doesn't seem to help and the buildup to them confessing their real feelings for each other is slow and satisfying. Overall I found this to be a well written and entertaining story, combining sexual tension, humor, real and flawed characters, and an engaging second chance at love story. 5 stars!
This book was't my cup of tea, I normally like new adult romance, but I couldn't connect with this novel for several reasons: First, the format of the book was confusing, it switches between freshman year and the present. I also found it difficult to connect with the heroine, Rachel. She seemed very immature, and I felt like she didn't grow much between college and adulthood. Another problem for me, was that the hero, Oliver accepted Rachel without easily. I would expected them to reconnect more as adults. There are a few high points, I enoyed the relationship between Rachel and her friends Sarah and Megan. I also like the themes of second chances. i recieved free copy for an honest review.