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A new adult novel from Entangled's Embrace imprint...
He's the last thing she wants…but the only thing she needs.

Willa Peet isn't interested in love. She's been there, done that, and has the shattered heart to prove it. Ready to shake the breakup, she heads to Dublin, Ireland. But there's a problem. A dark-haired, blue-eyed problem with a bad attitude that rivals her own. And he's not doling out friendly Irish welcomes.
Shane Claymore just wants to race. The death of his father forced him off the Formula One circuit, but he's only staying in Dublin long enough to sell the Claymore Inn and get things in order for his mother and younger sister. He never expected the sarcastic American girl staying at the inn to make him question everything.
But even as Willa and Shane's fiery natures draw them together, their pasts threaten to rip them apart. Can Shane give up racing to be with the woman he loves, or will Willa's quest to resurrect the tough-talking, no-shit-taking girl she used to be destroy any hope of a future together?

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ISBN-13: 9781622665457
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 04/14/2014
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 250
Sales rank: 82,095
File size: 1 MB

About the Author

Thank you for your interest in my books! I'm Tessa and I live in the crazy, loud, overcrowded borough of Brooklyn, New York. I love it here. This city is a constant source of inspiration, which is why I love to set my stories in big, boisterous cities.

I moved to New York when I was eighteen, the day after I graduated high school. Threw my suitcase in the back of a Chevrolet Cavalier and drove across the country to find my adventure. I'm still finding it, little by little.

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By Tessa Bailey, Heather Howland, Ellie Brennan

Entangled Publishing, LLC

Copyright © 2014 Tessa Bailey
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-62266-545-7


I manage to look like your average nineteen-year-old girl as I weave through passengers in Dublin Airport. Messenger bag slung over my shoulder, I let the unfamiliar accents roll over me. Looking at signs written in both the vowel-heavy Irish language and English. Ruddy-faced children in soccer jerseys greeting their relatives.

I entered Shutterclick Magazine's photojournalism contest knowing I'd win first prize — a one-month trip to Ireland. Among all the insecurities swimming around in my brain, the talent I possess for taking pictures is not one of them. I'm good at it. Hiding behind a camera comes naturally to me. Maybe it comes from years of reading my mother's erratic temper, or learning to fend for myself at a young age. I've learned to predict people's expressions and moods. I can see them coming before they transform the subject's face. If you sit in one place long enough, especially in a taciturn city like Chicago, something strange is bound to happen. When those occurrences take place, I don't photograph them. I snap the people watching. That moment of honesty when they drop their veneer and react with shock or pity. I live for those moments. When someone doesn't have time to think or get their filter in place, there is purity in their reaction. Everything makes sense for that split second.

Now I need everything to make sense for me. It's not going to be an easy job, ditching this guilt, this whitewash of failure, but I'm determined to do it. I need to sort through the rubble and find Willa again. I've lost sight of what she was all about and frankly I'm mad as hell about it.

The contest sent me to Ireland to take photos for a small, upcoming feature. A spread wherein readers catch up with the contest winner post vacation and experience Ireland through my photographs. But I'm really here to get back to the place I was in pre-Evan. When I didn't give a fuck about everyone's expectations for me. Yes, I'm difficult. Yes, I'm a god-awful smart ass. Yes, the ugliness never goes away, but I'd at least found a way to stabilize it. I used to love those qualities in myself, and I don't want to be ashamed of my coping mechanisms anymore. I don't need anyone to fix me. As Simon and Garfunkel said, "I touch no one and no one touches me ... I am a rock. I am an island."

Coincidentally, I'm also on an island. Far away from the painful memories of Nashville, the bittersweet bullshit of Chicago. I'm just me, here, in this place. I'm here to resuscitate Willa. To drag her lifeless corpse from the Chicago River and rid her lungs of the sludge she swallowed against her will. I'll bring her back to life. Nothing and no one is going to get in my way. The reasonable part of me knows I'm reeling from the blow of losing my first love.

The reasonable part of me can eat shit.

A musical voice sails out of an unseen intercom, announcing a flight boarding for London. I smile a little at the unfamiliarity that I'm suddenly craving and follow the signs for baggage claim. Ireland is a notoriously hospitable country, and I can already see that truth evident in passersby's smiles, their easy greetings. They aren't stilted or awkward in their friendliness. It's natural.

I allow a glimmer of excitement to trickle through my veins. Not quite enough to melt the cold feeling I've had since I broke up with Evan, but enough to allow for the possibility that this trip might be exactly what I need. It helps that nothing is familiar. The name of the inn where I'll be staying is tucked safely in my bag and as soon as I collect my suitcase, I plan on taking a cab directly there to get settled.

So when I see my name, Willa Peet, scrawled in black marker on a sign, I do a double take. Is it just a coincidence? I quickly discard the notion. It's not a common name, and we're currently the only flight disembarking into this terminal. My gaze tracks upward from the sign to the owner ... and I find myself staring into the most dramatic pair of blue eyes I've ever seen. Blue is an inadequate word to describe the color, really, when they are given an entirely unique dimension by the utter disdain lurking in them. Frankly, it's breathtaking, this individual's contempt. Not to mention, completely out of place in this frothy sea of tearful Hallmark-style reunions. I can feel my fingers sliding over my canvas bag, itching to take his picture, capture the contradiction he represents, but his mouth is moving now. Talking to me. A mouth, I realize dully, is a worthy companion of those storm-born eyes.


He straightens from his post, where he'd been leaning casually against a pillar. Tall. Absurdly masculine. I would use the word strapping, but it's such a lame description, I'd have to take a lifelong vow of silence afterward. His mess of deep brown hair looks as though he wet his hand and swiped the thick wave back on the way out the door, rounding out his irreverence perfectly.

"Uh, yeah. Hello? Are you the contest winner?"

His Irish brogue is thick, punctuated by irritation. I pull my proverbial shit together and nod. "Yeah."

"About bloody time. Did you stop to sign autographs?"

He doesn't wait for me to answer, but strides off in the direction of the baggage claim. I stare after him for a moment before a sympathetic look from an eavesdropper horrifies me into motion. When I catch up with him at the carousel, he's staring at me hard, but talking into his cell phone in a clipped tone.

"What do you mean there's no customers in the pub yet?" He listens for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Have you unlocked the front door?" His head falls back as if imploring the ceiling for patience. "Yes, I reckon that would explain the line of people outside. Go unlock it. And if Faith hasn't gotten her arse downstairs yet to wait tables, give her a bell."

Okay. I'm starting to catch up now. The Claymore Inn is where I'll be staying for the month. A quick Yelp search on the way to the airport told me there is a pub located on the ground level, run by the family that owns the inn. They must have sent one of the employees to pick me up. Excellent choice, folks. He's clearly the warm, fuzzy, welcoming type. As he launches another strained set of instructions into the phone, I can't help but watch him out of the corner of my eye, even as I wait for my suitcase on the rotating metal carousel. We've been given wide berth by my fellow passengers thanks to the utterly untouchable quality of my reluctant driver.

I glue my attention to the baggage claim when I realize how long I've been looking. What was that about? Why am I weighing the risk of taking out my camera and inciting him further? It's the anger. He's doing nothing to hide it. It resembles my own, only he doesn't seem to have any desire to restrain the emotion.

And I'm fascinated by that.

It's in that moment, waiting in travel-hell for my suitcase, coated in airplane grime, my mouth dry from too many roasted peanuts that I decide to stay far away from him. Whoever he is, we will not be friends or even the barest form of acquaintances. I don't want to be fascinated by him, and I don't want to spare another minute guessing why he's so pissed off.

I spot my red and black-checkered suitcase coming toward me and ready myself to retrieve it. My hand curls under the stiff, leather handle and I pull, but the weight disappears. He is behind me lifting it effortlessly in one hand. He's finished his phone call and glaring at me again.

"I've got it," I inform him, my jaw tight.

"Oh, an independent American girl. How unusual."

"A stranger taking my bag against my will. How illegal."

His lips jump at one end as if a sense of humor might exist somewhere underneath all that hostility, but it's gone so quickly I know I imagined it. "Do you find, in America, that a lot of strangers hold up signs with your name printed on them?"

"Everywhere I go. I'm fucking famous, hence the autograph signing."

"Right." Rubbing a hand over his jaw, he considers me a moment as if seeing me for the first time. He hasn't shaved yet this morning and the hair darkening his chin makes him seem older than the early twenties I assume him to be. As he gives me a covert once-over, I know what he's seeing. While I might have shed the gothed-out top layer I rocked until age seventeen, I kept the nose ring and black is still my go-to color, clothing-wise. My hair, although half fucked from sleeping on the flight, is back to its natural golden-brown color, finally free of the black dye I used to torture it with on a monthly basis. Did I just catch a spark of reluctant interest in his gaze?

Finished with his perusal, he asks, "Are you always this difficult?"

"Actually, I'm usually much worse." I yank my bag out of his grip, catching him off guard. Without a glance backward, I wheel it toward the exit.

He catches up with me before I manage to make it through the automatic door. I swallow a gasp as he wrestles the bag from my hand. Before I can unleash the string of expletives hovering on my tongue, he leans in close. Defensively, I hold my breath so I won't smell his cologne. It's fresh and smoky at the same time.


"Listen, tough girl. Once I get you to the inn unharmed, my end of the bargain with the contest people is fulfilled. Until then, we're going to put up with each other. Otherwise I don't get paid. And I have a feeling I'll deserve every penny for putting up with you."

"I'm not getting into a moving vehicle with you."

He finds something about that extremely funny. "I assure you I can handle an automobile with better proficiency than most."

"I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about me tossing you out while it's still moving."

"I'd like to see you try. This suitcase is bigger than you."

"It's a good thing, too. I'll need somewhere to hide the body."

Someone passing behind us overhears my comment and laughs. His eyes narrow on me, obscuring some of their electric, snapping blue color. "I'll carry you if I have to, but you're getting in the car one way or another."

I've been avoiding making embarrassing scenes and pissing people off for two years. I've been swallowing my pride and acting like a reasonable adult because I felt that was the kind of girlfriend Evan deserved. I wanted him to be proud of me and not sorry he'd taken a risk on my scrawny, emotionally stunted ass. I could be the bigger person and go with this asshat to the car. Ignore him long enough to reach the inn.

I could. But I won't. Because, well, fuck that.

Willa's pale body twitches to life on the banks of the Chicago River.

I smile, but keep it tight as if I'm forcing it. "What's your name?"

He's suspicious. The smile doesn't fool him. "Shane Claymore."

"Shane." It fits him perfectly, and his last name tells me he's not just an employee. His family owns the place I'll be staying in for an entire month. Damn. I won't be able to avoid him completely. "I need to use the restroom. It's urgent. And I need a certain feminine product in my suitcase. Do I need to explain further?"

Surprisingly, he doesn't shrink into himself at the mention of the Scourge of Womankind. He crosses his arms and starts to protest, but his phone rings again in his pocket. With a muffled curse, he answers. "What is it, Orla? Have you set the place on fire now?"

I raise an eyebrow at him, and he waves me off with a flick of his hand, already beginning to pace. I'd been planning on sneaking out a different entrance, but he's just made it even easier. I owe you one, Orla. As soon as his back is turned, I wheel my suitcase out the front entrance and slip effortlessly into a cab.


While I'm in the cab it begins to pour rain, then stops ... and begins again in a matter of thirty minutes. I thought the weather in Chicago was volatile, but volatile doesn't begin to describe the Irish weather. One minute I'm squinting through the sunshine, the next clouds are darkening the sky, turning it to nighttime in the middle of the day.

We wind down narrow cobblestone streets, slick from the intermittent downpours and pull to a stop outside the Claymore Inn, located on Baggot Street. Slightly off the beaten path, away from the touristy end of town. The inn is a gray, stone building, four stories high. Windows are painted a crisp white, flower boxes containing cheerful pink flowers attached at their base. A trio of Irish flags, white, orange, and green wave from the roof. The bottom floor has a dark wooden facade, a dramatic break from the floors above. A green awning with gold lettering extends from the entrance to the curb where my cab sits idling, the driver waiting for me to pay.

But the wallet is frozen in my hand.

Underneath the awning, leaning against the outside of the pub, is Shane. Somehow he's beat the cab, and I have no idea how. We managed to avoid all traffic on the way. He's watching me with an expression I can't decipher. It's a mixture of relief and pure, undiluted pissed-off-ness. I want to study that expression later. So I do what comes naturally. I yank my camera out of my messenger bag and snap a quick picture. And I was wrong. He hadn't been pissed off before.

Now? Now, he's good and pissed.

I step out of the cab and thank the driver, who has lifted my suitcase from the trunk for me. Making sure to school my features carefully, I swagger toward Shane. A truly dope swagger is a little trick I picked up from Ginger over the years, although she probably wasn't even aware she'd passed it on. Your walk can mean everything. It lets whoever you're walking toward know just what the hell they're in for. Although my little vamoose at the airport has probably already tipped him off.

I suspect he's waiting for me to ask how he made it back so quickly. So I don't. "The weather in this country sucks ass," I remark instead on my way into the pub.

He catches the door and follows me inside. "That stubborn pride is going to get you into trouble, tough girl," he whispers gruffly in my ear.

Ignoring the shiver his voice sends down my spine, I wink at him. "Bring it on."

With a snort, he leaves me standing in the entrance and ducks beneath a hatch leading behind the bar, joining a redheaded girl who looks flat-out panicked at the amount of customers staring at her expectantly from the other side the bar. I can't hear her over the music and conversations crowding the room, but she appears to be rambling some sort of explanation to Shane. Clearly ignoring her, he takes a drink order and begins to pull pints of beer from a white handle.

Determinedly, I push Shane Claymore and his Hulk-sized attitude to the back of my mind and take in my surroundings. Claymore's is small, clearly ancient, but immaculate. And popular. Every polished, wooden table is full with customers digging into their food between sips from pint glasses.

I know what a tourist looks like. In Chicago, they're everywhere, slowing you down by crowding the sidewalks as they try to decipher oversize maps. I'm trying my best not to look like a tourist even though my suitcase might as well be a flashing neon sign that says outsider. Unlike the Temple Bar section of Dublin I read about on the flight, this is definitely where the locals come to eat lunch. Men dressed smartly in suits, female coworkers gossiping over their salads. At the bar, older gentlemen keep themselves company, watching horse races on overhead televisions. Regulars, Ginger would call them. A few of them send me curious glances that I return steadily.

Laughter, clinking silverware, chairs scraping, the bell dinging in the kitchen ... all are unfamiliar sounds to me, but when combined, they are immediately welcoming. Instinctively, I know this isn't the type of establishment my sister worked in to support us from age sixteen. The ones that sent her home to our crumbing two-bedroom house on the wrong side of Nashville smelling like cigarette smoke and despair. There is an air of acceptance here, as if anyone walking through the door could seamlessly mesh right into the tapestry of color and sound.

My thoughts surprise me. My modus operandi is usually to find the negative aspect of something first and ask questions ... never. But I don't have time to think on it for long, because a blinding, hundred-watt smile on female legs is jogging toward me. Jogging. My first instinct is to hold up a cross to ward her off, but I'm suddenly being hugged. When I say hugged, what I really mean is suffocated within an inch of my life. And if the hug-o-death doesn't manage to knock me on my ass, the abundance of Tommy Girl perfume assaulting my senses will finish the job. Just when I've finally recovered from shock enough to attempt self-extrication, the unknown hugger beats me to it.


Excerpted from Unfixable by Tessa Bailey, Heather Howland, Ellie Brennan. Copyright © 2014 Tessa Bailey. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Unfixable 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 56 reviews.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
A great sweetly emotional book.  I have to admit I was a little hesitant reading this book because Willa is so young, and I am so not.  But I thought this book was very written with a lot of class.  It was much more than I expected.  I have loved all Tessa's books and this one is the same.  Willa and Shane are spontaneously hot.  Loved their sarcastic bantering and the way they were drawn to each other.  I will never doubt Tessa again.  Don't get me wrong, this story does have its heated moments and scenes, but they were never raunchy and totally respectable.  I am glad I put my hesitance aside and dove right in.  And I adored the glimpses of Derek and Ginger.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Lovd it
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A beautiful story with a definite Tessa Bailey twist! You root for both Willa and Shane and their happy ending.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I echo the sentiment of other reviewers. I was also hesitant to read the book about Willa, being that young and her story being a spin-off of the Line of duty series. But it ended up being a terrific read and, the characters, most relatable. Highly recommended.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a tough review... I liked the characters, I enjoyed the visit to Ireland and I can't be really critical of the story... But, that said it took me too long to finish the book to make it a 5 star... It was too easy for me to put it down and pick it up later... Maybe it was too predictable and stretched out a bit too long... Just let me say I liked it but I didn't love it...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
## FABULOUS. Another must read from Tessa Bailey. I feel like a broken record....her books are simply stunning. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. The characters she creates are fully developed and so well fleshed out. I wish other authors would take a page from Tessa's book and create such amazing heroines. Strong, beautiful and sassy. Every one of them. Ginger was definitely my favorite. This story is about her little sister Willa. I highly recommend reading "Protecting What's His" first as it enhances this book tremendously. Generally I don't read books with heroines this young but I couldn't NOT read it because it was written by the exceptional Ms. Bailey. I loved the chemistry between Willa and Shane including the snarky sarcasm in the beginning of the story. Shane was.....well let's just say "humina, humina". Yes, hot. Really hot. I cannot wait to see what Ms. Bailey has in store for us next. You can bet whatever it is, it will be marvelous. Can't wait to read again....
Ramblings-From-This-Chick More than 1 year ago
Tessa Bailey has done it again! From beginning to end I was transfixed and couldn't stop reading. I loved Willa and Shane and the sparks between them jump off the page. The chemistry between the two is evident in their first meeting and I couldn't wait to see these two finally admit their feelings for one another.  I can't say enough how much I liked Shane and Willa and their pairing. I liked that they both liked one another despite their issues and attitude. Neither wanted to change the other, they were happy with who they were issues and all.  Let me just say that Shane is sexy...yes I know it's a given with a Tessa Bailey story but damn. Maybe it's the accent but I really liked Shane. He's fierce, protective and not afraid to speak his mind.  As for Willa, I've always been a fan of hers and I'm glad that we were able to see her mature and get her HEA. She is truly deserving of it. There is a lot of growth with her and I'm glad we were able to see it.  This book might not be has explicit as Tessa's Line of Duty series but it's no less hot. This book was still pretty hot and sexy. Believe me, there was one scene between Shane, Willa and a car that was pretty freaking hot.  I highly recommend this book and I can't wait to read more from Tessa Bailey. Tessa has quickly moved her way up on my favorite author list and is a definite auto buy. If you aren't reading Tessa's books you are SERIOUSLY missing out. 
Luvmyhootie More than 1 year ago
First New Adult for Bailey is a HIT! When I decided to read Unfixable I had no idea it was about a character I had met before. I read the synopsis and thought the character name sounded familiar but it didn't dawn on me until I was halfway through chapter one. That's when I realized I had met Willa Peet in another book by this author called His To Protect. She and her sister Ginger were two of my favorite characters in that book so I was happily surprised that the lovable foul mouthed teen got her own story!  Willa had a tough life. Her journey to self discovery began when she started dating the adorably affable, Evan. he her ticket to normal, Captain of the basketball team and popular, he always tried to include her in everything he did. He introduced her to his friends, invited her to parties and even took her to prom. I had such high hopes that Evan and Willa would work out when I read His TO Protect. They were so adorable together and Willa needed something stable and beautiful after the life she had endured with her addict mother. But her inner turmoil won't let her have Evan. She feels likes she broken. Unable to love someone like they should be loved or give them what they need. She tried to be what Evan needed but in the end it wasn't enough. To get over her breakup with him she is sent to Dublin after winning a photo contest to spend a month taking pictures of her trip for a magazine. Once there, Dublin changes Willa. From the inside out a slow transformation takes place in her that opens up something she didn't realize she possessed. The Claymore inn she is staying at is how she meets Shane whose family runs the place. He picks her up from the airport and the friction between them, which isn't always pleasant, is something that interests Willa to a certain extent even though she's closed herself off. She doesn't want to make friends and does her best to avoid getting involved but the locals make it hard for her to keep herself away as she makes new friendships and connects with Shane on a deeper level.  Out of all Bailey's heroines I have to say Willa is my favorite. Even though she was a tween when I first met her she's grown into a beautiful young woman and her path to finding out who she really is was so beautiful and exactly what I wanted for her. She's a tough little spitfire but it's mostly just her mouth. There's something deeper she keeps hidden from everyone because she doesn't know how to express herself. Shane really opens her up and it's not just the whole "He's everything she never knew she needed" aspect. He is able to open her up because he's exactly like her. He keeps his emotions and feelings locked away and doesn't know how to be close to anyone except his family. I didn't want to like Shane at first. My allegiance was to Evan because he was so sweet and good to Willa. Ultimately though, Shane was the right fit for Willa. He has some daddy issues that keep him from connecting on an emotional level as well. His father wanted him to follow in his footsteps and run the inn but Shane wanted to race and when he followed his heart he was kicked out of his home for his efforts. The loss of his father after that brings him back to run things along with his sister Faith after his mother loses some of her marbles and needs constant supervision. Shane really was a great guy. He loved his family, he protected his sister and he was willing to stick around to show Willa what she needed. He wouldn't let her push him away no matter what she did.  The soul searching she does while in Ireland and the discoveries she makes about herself were rewarding not to mention the friendships she makes adding to her vivid canvas. Shane's sister Faith grows on her the more time she spends with her and upon an outing by herself, Willa meets two goofball Irish lads who moonlight as musical pickpockets. Bailey delivers something special in Unfixable and I can't put my finger on what it was exactly. everything just worked together to make this a wonderful story.  To be a New Adult venture in Bailey's repertoire Unfixable brought almost as much heat as her adult novels which by the way never leave me unfulfilled in any capacity. There is something special about Bailey;'s writing style that makes me connect with the characters and the way she pens her chemistry just works for me. Every single time. I have yet to read anything of hers that hasn't made me feel on all levels. I might love other characters more than some but I always enjoy them nonetheless. She writes characters that are lovable and unforgettable. No two characters ever feel like the same recycled person from other stories. Her women are fierce and vulnerable at times and her men are strong, protective and sexy. Another strong attribute to her writing is how she brings to life the surroundings of her characters. Everything Willa saw, touched or explored had an emotional connection that I felt right along with her. It's enough to make me feel as if I'm standing right next to the character seeing what they see. It's not super detailed down to the very last aspect but the connection is made through the eyes of the heart. From the emotional upset of Willa's supposed first love and breakup to the finding of something deeper than she has ever known, Unfixable took me on a ride I wouldn't have wanted to miss. It almost felt like watching a child grow up because I had been through so much with Willa already. Don't worry if you haven't read His To Protect yet though, Unfixable can absolutely be read as a stand alone because it honestly does just that. Stands Alone. Willa is her own person and I really felt that throughout her story. I'm hoping now though that the next book will be something involving Shane's sister Faith. She was another spitfire woman and her Irish heritage only makes her that much more interesting. For those who don't want to venture fully into the world of adult novels but want some of the heat and intensity then Unfixable is the right book for you.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
An amazing story that shows us that love can find us at the most unexpected times whether we think we deserve it or not. Willa and Shane are a great pair and their relationship is fresh and exciting but it's also temporary. Isn't it?? This is a definite must read!
LovinLosLibros More than 1 year ago
I was recently introduced to the greatness known as Tessa Bailey, and after reading Protecting What's His, I completely fell in love with Derek, Ginger, and Willa. It is my favorite Brazen novel to date and I couldn't get enough of them. When I heard Willa was getting her own book, I admit- I was a bit disappointed at first. I knew it was too idealistic of me to think Willa would live happily ever after with her first love and high school boyfriend. I loved the little interaction we had between Evan and Willa in Protecting What's His, so I was afraid to see Tessa rock the boat, so to speak. This is one of those times I can honestly say- I've never been so glad things didn't work out the way I thought they should. Shane Claymore is the ultimate game changer. He has such a powerful, intriguing presence that you can't help but be magnetically drawn to him! Pacing: Excellently paced. I was engaged from start to finish and I love the slow burn of Willa and Shane's relationship. Storyline: I love reading about characters staying abroad. Having spent time in Europe myself, I know what it's like to be in awe of my new surroundings and how different the cultures are from my own. Willa knows her time in Ireland is temporary and she isn't there to make friends. She certainly isn't there looking for love, either. After the heartbreak of her last relationship, Willa is determined to find herself again. She spent 2 years of her life with Evan and never felt like she could truly be herself with him. He kept wanting to make her better and eventually Willa knew she couldn't let him keep trying to fix her. She is who she is- beautifully broken, and she knows she can't let him continue the path of reconstruction for her. This book is really centered around Willa's awakening, both sexually and spiritually. I loved the emotion and the depth Bailey brings to this story and I absolutely loved reading Shane and Willa's story. Characters: Willa and Shane have both grown up knowing hardships. They know what it's like to not have the support and love from their respective parents and that has really played a key role in shaping who they are and what they struggle with to this day. Ginger, Willa's sister, has been the one to take care of her from a very young age, when their mother was too strung out to do it herself. Naturally they have formed a very close bond and the few scenes where we got to see her interact with Ginger and Derek were really special. Willa is a spitfire. She isn't afraid to say what's on her mind or march to the beat of her own drum. That is definitely one of the first things Shane notices about her after she gives him the slip at the airport. When it comes to feeling and emotion, however, Willa is a master avoider. She knows that her time in Ireland is temporary and the last thing she needs is to form attachments to people she'll have to leave. Shane Claymore is a force to be reckoned with. He exudes confidence and strength and I like that he was more of a silent type. It just made his character that more powerful and when he does show vulnerability, you know it's serious. I wasn't sure if I would like that abruptness Shane had, but I actually loved it. He has not had a picture perfect past like Evan did, so Shane understands Willa on a level he wasn't able to. He doesn't want to try and change her- instead he wants her to embrace the passionate side of herself and let herself break free of the restraints she's placed on herself. He doesn't want her to hide from herself, but instead show the world who she really is- flaws and all. While not a full blown alpha like most of Tessa's other heroes, he definitely has alpha tendencies and I was in a constant state of swoon when it came to Shane. He doesn't wear his emotions on his sleeve and could be a bit difficult to read at times. However, when it came to showing how he felt, his actions spoke volumes. I also really liked Faith, Shane's sister. She is cheerful and sweet and a bit socially repressed. Her life is the bar and her family and she is upset that Shane would want to sell something that means so much to her. You can tell he's got the overprotective big brother role down pat, but Faith just wants to be able to LIVE and do it with a free spirit. She gravitates to Willa almost instantly and even though Shane warns Willa away, she can't help but not want to disappoint the sweet girl. Final Thoughts: I cannot impress upon you all enough just how much I loved this book. It has everything I could want in a New Adult book- the right amount of steam and sexual tension, great character development and discovery, and a hero who will make you swoon and fill your heart to the point of bursting. Tessa Bailey really takes her writing to another level here and the depth and emotion that she has created will leave you desperate for more.
sweeterica0712 More than 1 year ago
Oh Tessa Bailey, she can do no wrong. Everything she writes I fall head over heels with, and Unfixable was no different. I loved it from the first page, and just fell more in love with it as each chapter progressed.  This one was so different from Tessa Bailey's other books in several ways, and I loved it. Willa, Ginger's younger sister, wins a photography contest and gets a trip to Ireland where she meets hot guy Shane. And he is quite the dirty talker, in typical Tessa Bailey fashion. The pair of them together was so great. I loved Faith, Shane's younger sister - she is such a spunk. Paired with Kitty, her mom, her, Shane, and Kitty make a pretty rag tag bunch of a family. I loved the family spirit that was not only present through the scenes with them, but also just O'Clare's in general. Having been to Ireland, it was really cool to know so many of the places that Tessa Bailey references in Dublin. And I also now have a few new places I'm dying to visit if I ever get the chance to go back.  Really all I want to know is why every Tessa Bailey male lead has to be unattainably hot and not real? Because I want one. Basically, go read it. Tessa Bailey can do adult. She can also do new adult. And anything else she puts her pen to. 
LisaMcG More than 1 year ago
This book was suggested to me on Bookbub, and the blurb grabbed my attention right away. Sacrificing sleep, I read this book in 1 sitting and loved every moment! The book is filled with angst, and since I'm a reader who loves "the chase," this book was right up my alley with how much these characters fight their attraction for one another. I love this cast of characters...all of them, especially Willa. She lives up to her name being strong-willed and independent. I wasn't expecting such a funny and sassy character based on the blurb and cover, but she was a joy to get to know in this book. Fans of Samantha Young's On Dublin Street will devour this book. This is the first book I've ever read by this author, but I just read Protecting What's His to get the story on Willa's sister, Ginger and her husband Derek. Both books are stand-alones, but Protecting What's His was only 99 cents, and I recommend reading it first. It ended up being 2 sleepless nights in a row because Ginger's book was just as good! Unfixable was perfectly paced and the dialogue was witty and smart. The entire cast of characters was endearing and I just couldn't put this book down. I'll definitely be reading more from this author!
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Wow! I loved this book. I couldn't put it down. I wasn't sure what to expect but it was wonderful. I have a new favorite author. Willa and Shane were fascinating. The chemistry and tension was intense. I didn't want the story to end. I need to go find another Tessa Bailey book now.
Csk513 More than 1 year ago
If you can only choose one Tessa Bailey book to read in your lifetime, choose this one. I have read every book written by the fabulous Miss Bailey and I have enjoyed. Her Line of Duty series is a line of hot, dirty talking, Alpha men in uniform. Her Serve series is a club of hot, dirty talking, alpha doms. This book, THIS BOOK, is like nothing else she has written. We first meet Willa Peet, known to her sister Ginger as Wip, in Ginger's book, Protecting What's His - The first book in the Line of Duty series. You do NOT have to read that book to fall in love with Willa and Shane...and Faith...and Kitty...and Patrick...and Brian...and Claymore Inn...and of course, Dublin Ireland. A New Adult book about taking a journey to find yourself, only to find your other half in the most unlikely situation. I can't even explain the feeling that this book has left in me. The fear that Willa has, the confusion and decisions that Shane has to wade through, the excitement of the unknown? All of it combines so well, that I was left with such a book hangover. And yes, we get an ending. We get a conclusion to the story. Willa does find herself. Shane makes that hard decision. But I am left with wanting so much more. I want to be in their heads and hearts and I want to know what they are doing now. I want to know if life continued down the same path for both of them. I want to know how their journey ends...IF it ends. I want to know how Faith is carrying on. Not because the story is unfinished, but because they infiltrated my life and I feel incomplete without them in it. It sounds dumb, but that is exactly how much this story grabbed me and held on. I love when an author writes out of their norm and it's better than what we are used to, because it proves to me that it's not the genre that I love, but the way the author conveys their story. And Tessa is a born storyteller.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Once again, this had it all! Well developed characters that you care about, GREAT story (could not put it down!) & lots of steam! Thank you- can't wait for another one!
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TheReadingWoman More than 1 year ago
I couldn't have said it better then someone with a previous review, it was so easy to put down and just come back to it later. After awhile I was reading the same thing over and over.  I loved Shane really I can't deny that but I wish the physical interactions between him and Willa would of began sooner so there was a little more time to enjoy their story. Kitty and Faith also add some light humor to it which I did like. 
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I loved reading Willa's story...a must read for anyone who craves a good love story!
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slz52 More than 1 year ago
Willa really grows up in this book, I like how Tessa Bailey kept this love story simple yet really good..