Riley Walsh has spent a lifetime flying under the radar.
One woman -- and a wild weekend -- is about to change everything.
One woman -- and a wild weekend -- is about to change everything.
PRESERVATION
The Walshes #7
Kate Canterbary
Released June 13, 2017
Vesper Press
Two lonely hearts.
Just once, she'd like
to be someone's first choice.
She's strong-willed
and spunky, but she's left picking up the pieces from her ex's lies and
manipulations, and daydreaming about taking a scalpel to his scrotum.
Flying under the radar
is what he does best.
He's laid-back and
loyal, but he wants the most off-limits woman in his world, and nothing will
ever make that a reality.
An arrangement of
mutual benefit.
Two months, four
dates.
Five, if things go
well.
Five at the most.
But possibly six.
Definitely no more
than six dates.
Only the appearance of
a romantic relationship is required, and they expect nothing more from their
time together. There will be none of those
benefits involved.
One wild weekend.
After waking up in bed
together—very naked and even more hungover—the terms and conditions of their
arrangement no longer apply. Now they're faced with something riskier than
exposing their fake relationship:
letting go of the past and zipping up the future.
Some things have to
fall apart before they can be put back together.
I have to shamefully admit that I haven’t given much thought
to Riley Walsh while I read most of the previous books. It wasn’t until I read The Spire that I gave him more than a passing thought. After that, I got interested in knowing his
story. But I couldn’t see much passed
his clumsiness, his goofiness, and see him as sexy. That has definitely changed. The one Walsh brother that I didn’t think
much of turned out to be my absolute favorite.
He’s growly, possessive, and one hell of a dirty talker. Holy smokes Batman, that man sure knows how
to talk. He’s also a bit of a mess. This is not a sweet story. It’s messy, awkward and that makes it even
more real.
His special someone isn’t who I would think to pair him with
but that’s what makes Canterbary the author and me the reader. She’s snarky, sarcastic, and a little
insecure. And is the perfect match for
Riley. They get each other. Their connection is electric and their
chemistry? Explosive. There was plenty of witty banter to make me
smile and some push-pull between them. These two are so well-written and
complex, you feel as if they are right in the room with you. Canterbary is a master at creating characters
that feel so real, so genuine, that you just want to go get pedicures with the
girls or brunch at the farmer’s market.
And of course, drool over the men.
I seriously want to find a Walsh man for myself (just don’t tell my
husband, okay?). I loved seeing all of
the gang again in their growly, sassy glory.
If you’ve yet to pick up one of Canterbary’s books, you are
seriously missing out. Each one is epic--full
of life, heart, and heat. I can never
put one down before it’s absolutely done and I’m always revisiting Boston and
the Walshery. They each can be read as a
standalone but the history and family dynamics are best if you read them in
order. This one definitely earned a
place in my top reads of 2017.
Riley pointed at the plate
between us. "These are my favorite pretzel bites in the city. Try
some."
I shot him a sharp look.
"Are you just trying to get me in a good mood?" I asked. "I did eat lunch today."
"Oh yeah?" he
asked, dipping two pretzels in the accompanying sauce. "What did you have?
Based on you yelling at me about noticing your shoes, I'd say it was an iced
venti skinny latte."
"Almonds," I
replied. And an iced venti skinny latte but I wasn't copping to that just yet.
Riley tried to fight a
laugh, and failed. "Almonds?" he repeated.
"Chocolate covered
almonds, yes." I folded my arms across my chest. "It was an
appropriate amount of calories, fat, protein, and carbs."
He shook his head and ate
another pretzel. "I don't want to live in a world where a few
almonds—chocolate or otherwise—are lunch." He pointed to the plate and
pushed his beer toward me. "Eat. Drink. Please."
I glared at the pilsner
and pretzels. I hated being told what to do. Just fucking hated it. But then my
stomach growled—goddamn it—and Riley
shot me a pointed glance.
"People think that a
rumbling stomach is the sign of hunger," I said, reaching for his glass. I
drained the beer and then selected a pretzel for dipping. "It is
not."
Riley gazed at me, his
expression flat. It gave me a moment to study him while choosing another
pretzel. He was wearing jeans, a tailored shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his
elbows, and a pinstriped vest, and his hair was a wreck. It looked like he'd
been tugging the dark strands in every conceivable direction. His eyes were
rimmed with a bit of red and his lids heavy, as if he'd been rubbing them or
hadn't gotten much sleep. Perhaps both. There was a small notebook beside his
phone, and a mechanical pencil tucked into the spiral binding.
And he was still more
attractive than I knew how to handle. Even tired and irritable, and ordering me
to eat his pretzels and drink his beer, he was hot as fuck. I bit into another
pretzel and offered him a small smile.
"Would you say the
chip on your shoulder is massive or epic?" he asked. There was no hint of
amusement in his tone, and he was staring at me with more ice than I'd believed
he could muster. It didn't feel like we were sniping at each other anymore.
"It might be semantics to you but I'm trying to get a feel for what I'm
dealing with here."
But then one of his big
hands found my leg under the table. He squeezed and rubbed his thumb along the
hollow of my knee, and I started to believe I'd been all wrong about this man.
There was the player and there was the overgrown kid, but there was so much
more than that.
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