Nobody’s
Angel
Willow Park Romance # 1
Willow Park Romance # 1
By: Sarah Hegger
Releasing March 31st, 2015
Zebra
Blurb
In this evocative new series from
author Sarah Hegger, a woman returns home after a long absence—and wonders if
two wrongs really can make a right...
Nine years ago Lucy Flint ran away
to Seattle, taking her friend's boyfriend and leaving her high school
sweetheart without a word of explanation. Now she's back in Willow Park,
Illinois, to help care for her ailing father—and it's no surprise that her ex, Dr.
Richard Hunter, is still angry.
Still, she's a different Lucy now.
Sober, wiser, ready to make amends to the long—make that very long—list of
those she mistreated during her wild younger days. Falling for Richard all over
again would mean wreaking havoc in both their lives and possibly squandering
her opportunity for redemption. But here, in the place where everything went
wrong, is the one person who always felt right, and a second-chance that could
be the best mistake she ever made…
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MY REVIEW:
I received an advance reader copy of
Nobody’s Angel in exchange for an honest review.
I was expecting a good book as I adore
Hegger’s writing style. What I wasn’t expecting was to have my heart broken and
rebuilt. Nobody’s Angel is beyond doubt the most exceptional book I have read
in years.
Hegger reached inside me, ripped out my
heart and shredded it. She touched all those secret vulnerable spots that we
hide and made me feel things I haven’t felt for a long time. I ached for Lucy’s
pain. I was crushed by her sorrow and soared with her joy.
In this heart breaking, heart-warming
story, Sarah Hegger touches on revisiting your past mistakes, re-finding old
love and making amends. Secret shame, hidden feelings and deep desires fill
Lucy’s story.
I laughed. I cried. I moaned. I rejoiced.
I won’t spoil the story for you, but I can
honestly say that you DO NOT want to miss this one.
Oh, the feels!
This is a book that will remain on my shelf
forever. Can I get it in hardback? Please? I’ll need it to be durable because
I’ll be reading this one over and over again. (Yes, it was that good!)
Excerpt
Silence
hung heavily over the phone lines. “Lucy? Lucy, are you all right?” “Um, I am.”
Lucy peered into the gathering gloom nervously.
Her heart
sank. Nothing outside the car had changed. The dark thing spread across the
snow was definitely human shaped. The object near the human thing, wheels
spinning senselessly, was the bicycle it had been riding. Riding, until someone
had opened their door on it. And that someone was her. “I’ve gotta go.”
“What was
that noise?”
“I doored a
cyclist.”
“You what?”
There was nothing dulcet or dreamy about Mads and her smoky vocal chords now.
“It seems I
doored a cyclist. I’m going to have to go now.”
“Is the cyclist okay?”
“It’s
moving.” Lucy stepped from the car, shut her door, and took a ginger step
forward.
A soft
noise rode the steady sibilance of the wind. “And I think that’s it groaning.”
She held the phone out nervously at the bipedal stain in the snow. “Can you
hear it?”
“I can’t
hear anything but this howling noise. That’s not it, is it?”
“Nope.”
Lucy was reasonably sure on this point. “That’s the wind.”
“Fuck,
Illinois.”
“I know,
right?” Lucy took a half shuffle closer. “I think it’s a him.”
“How do you
know it’s a him? Can you see its face?”
“Nope.” Lucy blinked away a sloppy snowflake.
“But it’s either a man or a very large woman, with a butt that looks like a
man.” And she certainly noticed the taut, muscular lines of his thighs and ass.
She tilted her head to the side to get a better look. Those were male and not
too bad, current situation aside. The Thinsulate pants could not be doing much
good against the cold, because they left very little to the imagination. The
figure on the ground moved again and rolled carefully onto his back. Yup, that
was very definitely a he and not a she.
“Uh-huh,
it’s a him,” she clarified for Mads without taking her eyes off the cyclist.
“Excuse me? Are you all right?”
The cyclist
cursed softly.
Lucy inched
a little closer, ready to launch a heroic retreat into her childhood home if
the injured party got pissed at her, the front steps of which loomed
tantalizingly close. Coward. Lucy tried to master her yellow streak. “Should I
call nine-one-one?”
“Does he
look like he needs an ambulance?” Mads asked.
“I’ll ask
him.” Lucy raised her voice. “Are you hurt? Should I call nine-one-one?”
The man on
the ground moaned and struggled into a sitting position.
Her victim
didn’t look all that injured or dangerous, yet.
He
stretched out his legs with a hiss.
“I think
he’s getting up,” Lucy whispered into the phone.
“Then he
can’t be too badly hurt, right?” Mads sounded hopeful. “Any blood? Exposed
bones? That sort of thing?”
“I don’t
see any blood.” Lucy leaned forward and peered. Now that the cyclist was moving
she didn’t want to risk getting any closer. “No bones either. I think that
means he might be all right.”
“I can hear you,” he spoke.
“He can
hear me,” Lucy reported to Mads. “Oh.” She stopped talking and stared.
“That’s
good.” Mads kept it positive.
“I think
he’s going to be okay,” Lucy whispered.
The cyclist
ignored her and started unbuckling his helmet.
“It’s a
good thing he wore a helmet,” Lucy reported into her phone.
“Why?” Mads whispered back.
“Because
it’s sort of . . . busted up.”
“And his
head?”
“Seems
fine.” Lucy stood on her toes for a better look. “Are you sure you’re all
right?” Her voice shook slightly as she risked speaking to the cyclist.
“No thanks
to you.” The man examined his helmet. He shook his head angrily.
“I didn’t
see you.” Lucy kept her tone conciliatory. “You came out of nowhere.”
“Then
perhaps you should stop talking on the phone and concentrate on what you’re
doing.”
Lucy froze.
She knew that voice. “Ah shit.”
The cyclist
whipped off his goggles and tucked them into his helmet in short, angry
movements.
“This is
going to get ugly.” She hadn’t realized she’d spoken out loud until Mads
replied.
“Well,”
Mads huffed, outraged on her behalf. “Okay, I know you hit the guy with your
door. But for the love of God, what kind of dork rides a bike in a snowstorm?”
The wind
dropped just then and Mad’s voice squawked out of Lucy’s phone loud and clear.
The cyclist jerked his head up and Lucy swore again. All the way west in
Seattle, Mads had no idea. Lucy ignored the steady stream of rationalizations
coming through the phone as her stomach sped south, into her boots.
“Bye,” she
whispered and hung up.
The man in
the snow had gone dead still. His gaze locked on her like a heat-seeking
missile. And Lucy knew he knew that she knew and he knew that she knew he knew.
Or something. Her mind went blank. There must be something to say in situations
like this, but she had nothing. She stared at him and he stared right back.
“What the
hell are you doing here?” All things considered it was a very reasonable
question.
Author Info
Born British and raised in South Africa,
Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot
Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after
they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across
three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her
multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent
Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough
French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her
globe-trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed
actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and
eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also
moonlights as a wife and mother.She currently lives in Draper, Utah, with her
teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part
footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is
most content when reading or writing books.
She loves to hear
from readers and you can find her at any of the places below.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8202895.Sarah_Hegger
AND I am looking forward to the next book in the series ...
Thanks for stopping by.
Hugs,
Katie