There’s more than one way to capture a man’s heart…
On the day of her best friend’s Las Vegas wedding, Clare Gilroy fears that her own walk down the aisle will never happen…until she finds herself falling for best man—and town outcast—Reed Tonasket.
After a dizzying night in the glitter of Vegas, Clare wakes to find a ring on her finger and a husband by her side. It should be everything she’s ever wanted, but can a man like Reed ever fit into the life she left back home?
4 Drink Me Potions
Um, before I start, I will say, this book was completely a guilty pleasure. It was just one of those days, ya know? Quit judgin’ me while you’re ahead, though. Just keep on moving along. I needed one of these brainless romances today and this novel sufficed. More than sufficed, really.
Reminiscent of another story with a similar plot, I normally don’t read Vegas-married romances. But I was intrigued. And even more so when it turned out our male interest is half Native American.
Clare and Reed’s romance was almost tangible. There was never any doubt about that. The crazy things that went on after their so-called hurried romance took the brunt of the story. It was kind of understandable so it didn’t infuriate me as much as other stories did (thank goodness!).
Clare was kinda innocent but she wasn’t as weak as Reed thought she’d be when confronted with the hardships of life. Meanwhile, Reed had a lot to think about. He may have thought his actions that caused so many problems were noble to him, but it really wasn’t the best for them both. Thankfully, this story touched a more solid conclusion and didn’t just abruptly end there when the two decided things were all hunky-dory. Oh no. I’m glad for that. It may not resolved too deeply into the issues that may come up when marrying someone of Native American descent, but it left us with a taste of hope that things at least could turn out well for this couple.
Altogether, for a guilty pleasure indulgence, this book wasn’t bad. If you ever have one of those days – well, look no further, I guess.
Clare and Reed’s fast-paced romance could be considered insta-love but it didn’t quite feel so bad since their chemistry was clearly tangible. Would this happen in real life? Heck if I know, but one thing’s for sure. This satisfied the criteria of a guilty pleasure novel for me. It wasn’t all brainless romantic craziness. It covered issues of racial prejudice as Reed is half Native American. I thought it probably was what made all the misunderstandings and problems for the married couple more bearable because it was somewhat understandable. Overall, it was an interesting read. Interesting being the key word ’cause I don’t know what else to describe it as.