Whisper of Love by Melissa Foster
The
Bradens at Peaceful Harbor, MD #5
Releasing
February 22, 2017
World
Literary Press
Tempest
Braden adores her family and her small hometown, but sometimes too
much of a good thing can be confining. At almost thirty, having
watched most of her siblings find true love, she’s anxious to
experience her own happily ever after, and the move to Pleasant Hill,
Maryland, is just the change she needs. When she rents a room from
ruggedly handsome, and closed-off, artist Nash Morgan and his
adorable son, Phillip, she thinks she’s found a little slice of
heaven on the outskirts of town, where she can concentrate on
building her business. That is, if she can ignore the undeniable heat
between her and the sinfully hot single father.When Nash bought his farmette, he had one goal in mind—to provide a loving, stable home for his son. He never imagined he’d be raising Phillip alone, or renting out a room to keep their heads above water. Then again, he never imagined losing his brother, or spending two years sailing around the world with parents who seemed to forget one son was still alive.
Sparks fly from the moment Tempest moves in, and her positive energy and inquisitive nature brings new life into Nash and Phillip’s quiet, confined world. For the first time in years, Nash wants to let a woman into his world, but while his loss made him stronger, that strength came at a price, leaving him walled off and wary of opening his heart again.
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Tempest is looking to expand her work options when it comes to music so not only does she need a change but peace and quite to work. Nash posted a ad for a room available and its just what she needs. Ever since Phillip came along its only been him and Nash alone, not needing much from anyone else, Nash will do everything he can to make sure his son is loved and cared for. But things start to change and start heating up when Nash allowed Tempest to move into the spare room.
I really enjoyed this book. I loved seeing that the child plays a role in the story and didn't just fade into the background. I loved seeing the the connection between Tempest and Nash. I also loved seeing the interaction between Nash, Phillip and Tempest. I loved seeing the development in Phillip seeing him slowly but surely open his shell as well as seeing the father giving the son slack to watch him grow a bit. Although I found Tempest to be pushy when it came to Nash and Phillips communication, I was curious was waiting for the moment that hed say butt out because they didn't know her long and she was a bit pushy at times when it came to communication. Overall this book was really enjoyable. Nicely written, with interesting characters it was an overall pretty great book. Its one of those types that once you start reading you really don't want to put the book down.
The
sound of tires on gravel drew his attention. He scooped Phillip into
his arms, locked the goat pen, and grabbed the buckets.
“Visitor,”
he said, carrying Phillip toward the house and eyeing the Prius
parking behind his old Ford pickup truck. His truck was a gas
guzzler, but as much as he hated that, he needed the bed of the truck
to haul the furniture he made into town. He hoped Tempest Braden, the
woman coming to see the room he was renting out, wasn’t a preachy
tree hugger. Hell, he hoped she would turn out to be the silent type
so he could pretend she didn’t live in their house.
Phillip’s
brows knitted, his hands firmly planted around Nash’s neck. He
wasn’t used to visitors. The last several people who had come to
see the room they had for rent hadn’t been the kind of people Nash
wanted around his son. They’d rubbed him the wrong way—too
aggressive, too loud, too shady, too flighty. He just needed a
stable, responsible person to rent the room so he could afford to
upgrade a few of his tools and start saving for Phillip’s future.
He tightened his grip on his son and headed up to meet the tall
blonde stepping from the car.
Her
wispy skirt fluttered around her knees. Large pink roses with muted
green leaves looked as if they’d been thrown onto the flimsy white
material haphazardly. A fringe of lace lined the edges. On anyone
else the flouncy, floral skirt might look immature. But her legs went
on forever, and coupled with her tight, curve-hugging tank top, she
looked like Sweet and Sexy collided at the corner of Sinful
Temptation.
She
turned as he approached, and Nash stopped in his tracks, standing
still as a stone. The setting sun caught her hair, highlighting
several different shades of blond in long, cascading layers that hung
to the middle of her back. Her nose was slightly upturned, and she
had a cute, rounded chin. He’d never seen such natural beauty.
She
smiled and tilted her head. “Nash?”
Shaking
his head to clear his thoughts, he forced his legs to carry him
forward. “Yes. Tempest?”
She
met him halfway up the hill. “Thanks for seeing me so quickly.”
She peered into the buckets. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Evening
routine. Did you have any trouble finding us?” She was even more
beautiful up close. Her hair was tousled, as if she hadn’t brushed
it all day, and her eyes were so light blue, they had starbursts of
white around the pupils, sparkling like diamonds. It had been a long
time since any woman had caught Nash’s interest, and he reminded
himself to rein in that attraction. The last thing he needed were
complications in Phillip’s life. Even for a girl with the most
spectacular blue eyes he’d ever seen.
“No.
Your directions were perfect.” She smiled at Phillip, and when she
spoke again her voice was soft as a summer’s breeze. “What’s
your name, cutie pie?”
Phillip’s
fingers dug into his neck. Nash nodded his approval.
“Flip,”
Phillip said.
Tempest’s
eyes widened with amusement. “Flip? That’s a unique name.” That
beautiful smile lit up her face again. “I’m Tempest, but everyone
calls me Tempe. It’s nice to meet you both.”
When
she turned that smile on Nash, his entire body heated up. As a sea
lover, he knew the word tempest meant
a violent storm. It was obvious what type of unexpected storm this
sweet-natured, soft-spoken beauty could cause, and he couldn’t
afford to be caught in a squall.
“My
son’s name is Phillip.” He said it faster than he’d meant to,
and realized his son’s name came out sounding like Flip.
He’d also said it harsher than he’d intended. Reeling in his
attraction was going to make him look like an asshole.
“Then
Flip it is.”
The
way she said it sounded so damn cute, he wasn’t about to correct
her.
“Flip,”
Phillip repeated.
“Come
on, I’ll show you the room.” He caught a whiff of her floral
perfume on the way inside. It had been a long time since he’d
smelled anything so feminine. Maybe this housemate thing wasn’t
such a good idea after all.
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I'm so glad you enjoyed the interactions between Tempest, Nash and Phillip! I'm happy you joined the tour. What a great review XOXO
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