Kathy Love gives us an amazing contemporary trilogy about the Stepp sisters, three women whose lives are about to take a turn for the wild, the unpredictable, and the absolutely enchanting. . .
NOTE TO SELF: Remind me to have my head examined. What exactly possessed me to come home to Millbrook, Maine, where nothing changes but the weather? Oh, right. A six-month grant to do genetics research at Rand laboratories. What can I say—I’m a smart girl. And smart girls get what they need and get out again. Smart girls don’t dream, they settle. And smart girls do not get completely tongue-tied while holding a basket of fried clams when they bump into the most gorgeous man they haven’t seen in fifteen years: Chase Jordan.
Remind me to have my hormones removed. Chase Jordan. Town bad boy. Rebel with a cause to show up in my dreams unannounced. Oh boy, this is not good. Not smart. It’s like high school all over again. But in a good way. A heart-thumping way. An I-have-no-idea-what’s-going-to-happen way. A way that’s making me feel like maybe settling for what I have isn’t so smart…but really going after what I want is the craziest thing I may ever do…
Chunky and unpopular in high school, Ellie Stepp was often the brunt of hurtful remarks and other cruel behavior. Now a librarian in the very town where she had such a miserable adolescence, Ellie has resigned herself to being overweight and single.
But Ellie has always had a crush on Mason Sweet, and when they find themselves paired off at her sister’s wedding, Mason is flirtatious. Ellie can’t imagine what a popular mayor would want with a dowdy librarian, but Mason is drawn to her curves, unruly blonde curls, and big, blue eyes.
Unfortunately, both of them start this new relationship with enough baggage for several couples. Because of the secretive nature of Mason’s courtship, Ellie’s already low self-esteem hits rock bottom, and Mason drowns his sorrows in alcohol.
You have got to be kidding me! On a night like this, when most sane people are home to escape a blinding snowstorm, I happen to run into Millbrook’s biggest jerk, Nathaniel Peck, the boy who broke my heart at my junior prom. The one who kissed me on a dare and let his buddies laugh at me. Well, eat dirt, Nathaniel Peck, because you might have noticed me on the covers of a few magazines under the heading: Supermodel. I live in New York City now. I will be leaving as soon as the weather clears. And frankly, if it were a choice between kissing you or braving downed electrical wires, I’d have to think about it. It’s official: I’ve regressed. It’s just that I can’t stand the Cult of Nathaniel Peck that has come over this town. Okay, so he is Chief of Police. So he did make sure I got home safely. So he didn’t try anything funny with me. So that old smirk has been replaced by a sexy, sad smile…No. People just do not change that much. Somewhere inside Nate is the same leering, conniving womanizer I remember. And I intend to prove it…