Title: Surviving Faithful
Author: Anna Bishop Barker
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 10, 2020
Hosted by: Buoni Amici Press, LLC.
Kudos to the author for a gritty, relatable read on second chances and new beginnings.
Though they both grew up in Faithful, Tennessee, Olivia Hudson and Kyle Valentine actually meet for the first time in their thirties at the cookout of mutual friends. She’s not counting the first time when he brushed her off in high school for being a kid, and he doesn’t remember it.
While their chemistry is off the charts, Kyle and Olivia are cautious. He’s just back from a three-year pity party after the murder of his pregnant wife, and she’s consumed with grief and guilt after losing her mother in childhood and for the way she treated her father until the day he died.
Yup! Tons of emotional baggage!
But Surviving Faithful is not an exercise in avoidance. The couple lay their vulnerabilities out on display to each other and discuss the hard parts… fears, anxieties, and regrets, like adults. How refreshing! And their wit and snarky banter really sealed the deal for me!
Kyle can be all grumpy alpha-male with the mouth of a sailor on shore leave, and Olivia can sit in her head too much, but it’s who they are, not defense or control mechanisms.
Of course, all can’t be perfect in Faithful. Someone is taunting veterinarian Olivia with dead animals, and Kyle has a father-in-law bent on causing trouble.
But who said love was easy?
My first book by Anna Bishop Barker, but definitely not my last!
Can a broken former bad boy and a lonely small-town vet really work? Kyle Valentine left Faithful, Tennessee because there was nothing for him there. In one nightmarish moment all he had was taken. But Faithful never left him. It was as much a part of him as the marrow in his bones. He spent three years on the water and on the run from his grief. Then this dead wife told him to go home.
Veterinarian Olivia Hudson was just a small-town girl with simple needs. She had the prerequisite three wishes. She wanted a makeup that covered her freckles. She needed people to stop feeding their dogs chicken bones. She craved a decent man who would love her, only her, beyond all reason and rational thought. None of those wishes was coming true. Until a mountain of a man with tattoos and a deliciously dirty mouth landed at her front door, and things started looking up.
But who was leaving the dead cats on her lawn?