Will a city girl and a small town boy find love in this David vs. Goliath story with a side of grits?
Just a city girl, living in a lonely world.
Displaced Steel Magnolia Norah Burke doesn't know the meaning of failure. But when she threatens to blow the whistle on some shady business practices at her Chicago marketing firm, she gets fired fast as all get out. Licking her wounds, she heads back below the Mason-Dixon for a little home-grown Southern comfort.
Just a small town boy.
With his iron-clad Mississippi roots, Councilman Cam Crawford is a man who values tradition, preservation, and the love of a good dog. When a big box warehouse store tries to capitalize on his hometown's economic downturn, it seriously burns his biscuit. He's not about to let anyone's ambition destroy what he holds dear.
A David vs. Goliath story with a side of grits.
This unlikely pair just might be the perfect allies--in war and out. But as the battle to stop GrandGoods heats up and sparks of attraction turn to something more, will Norah's bigger-picture perspective go with Cam's "keep it as it is" attitude? Are they meant to be like biscuits and gravy? Or are they just as wrong as un-sweet tea?
“Let’s step outside for some air,” he said. There were things he wanted—needed—to give voice to, and the middle of a crowded dance floor wasn’t the place.
She nodded once and let him guide her with a hand at the small of her back toward the back door. By grace of the frigid temperatures, the porch designated for outdoor dining and smoking was empty. Norah went straight to the railing and leaned against it, lifting her face to the sky. Cam resisted the urge to move in behind her, boxing her in, and instead leaned beside her, his arm brushing hers.
“I miss simple.” She sighed and tipped her head against his arm. “I miss you.”
He hadn’t expected the admission and credited lowered inhibitions due to the Three Furies. “You don’t have to. I’ve been right here the whole time. And for all your talk, you haven’t gone anywhere, not yet.”READ MORE
“But I will. Not tomorrow. Probably not next week. I don’t know when I’m leaving. But I have to start taking control of my life again. If that conversation with my father did anything, it lit a fire under me to finally start facing the long job search. I can’t keep putting it off.”
Nothing had changed. After all these weeks, all her involvement in the community, she still didn’t think she belonged here. He was losing her, back to the life she’d come here to escape. Because he was perilously close to begging, Cam kept his mouth shut, fisting both hands around the railing until the wrought iron began to creak.
She mistook the reason for his silence. “I promise you, I won’t go until Wishful is safe. And I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
He believed her. And cursed himself for wishing more danger on his town, just so she’d stay.
If he said nothing now, if he let her walk away, he’d regret it for the rest of his life.
Cam turned her to face him. “Isn’t it worth grabbing whatever happiness we can, while we can?” He could feel the pull between them, always the pull.
She leaned toward him, yearning written clearly on her face. But mixed with it was equal parts sadness and resignation. “It isn’t about happiness.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because there are bigger things at stake.”
“I get that you’ve got this mission, this purpose. I support that. Hell, I asked you to take it on. But that doesn’t mean you can’t take something for yourself. Even Wonder Woman had Steve Trevor.”
“You’re no Steve Trevor.”
Before Cam could process the insult of that, she was reaching up, cupping his jaw. “Steve Trevor didn’t recognize what was right in front of him. You actually see me.”
What he saw was a brilliant, beautiful woman with an inexplicably fast hold on his heart and a mule-headed resistance to taking it. He turned his face into her touch, needing the connection.
Her thumb traced the arch of his cheek. “Do you know how rare that is?”
Cam covered her hand with his. “Do you know how rare this is? Don’t you think it’s worth hanging on to?”
“Campbell.” She swayed toward him. “I…”
He might’ve said any number of things to try to persuade her, or he might’ve just given in and kissed her, as he’d wanted to do pretty much since the moment he’d stopped. But Fate, cruel bitch that she was, had other plans in the form of his meddling cousin, who came barreling out the door like an overgrown golden retriever.
Mitch drew up short, his mouth dropping open as he took in their embrace in a glance. “I…uh…just came to say the food’s ready. And Miranda’s here.”
“Great. I’m starved.” Norah tapped Cam’s cheek gently. “Thanks for the dance, Leonidas.” She stepped away from him with the grace that completely eluded her on the dance floor and made her way to the door with the careful deliberation of the inebriated.COLLAPSE
n.r. lines on Goodreads wrote:
Nolan writes in a way that draws me into the story. Even though these character experiences were far out of my realm of experience, I felt them. I believed them. And now I know the characters of Wishful, MI, and I'm ready to return to the town again and again...This is an excellent contemporary romance. The town and minor characters came to life for me, making the story that much more enjoyable. If you want to laugh, cry and feel like happily ever after is a real thing, this book is for you.
Wendy Sparrow on Goodreads wrote:
love romances set in the South, and love it even more when the author is from the region in which the book takes place. Indie author Kait Nolan does not disappoint with her authentic setting and her engaging cast of characters.
Wishful is a small Mississippi town, struggling under the weight of a broken economy. No one feels this weight more than councilman Campbell Crawford as he leads the charge to retain the small town charm that has defined Wishful for decades and boosting the town's flagging economy. Norah Burke is good in her marketing career in Chicago, very good, but when her morals and her company's less than ethical business practices collide, Norah finds herself in Wishful, needing the comfort and refuge that only her Southern roots can provide.
Romance sparks over midnight kisses, and the town heats up over the promise, and threat, of a big box store setting Wishful in its sights. If the corporate suits have their way, Cam and Norah know the things that make the town unique are the very things the town will lose to Big Business. Can Cam convince the town that there are better ways to boost the town's economy without losing the small town charm? And will high power executive Norah be willing to stay once the fight is over?
This was such a fantastic read. The town of Wishful is so thoroughly detailed and the characters so vivid that it feels like nonfiction--like you could go visit Wishful tomorrow. And I would love to visit. I love small town romances, but this was really exceptional. The romance itself wasn't gimmicky--it started off like anyone's might...and that drew me in...the reality. I was really impressed at the level of research or experience put into Norah's career and her approach to the town's dilemma. Just an amazing book. Immediately blazed through the second one and I'm anxious to get my hands on more.
My favorite lines: “Bless your heart. We need to rectify some of these holes in your life experience,” Cam told her. He lifted her hand and adopted a hopeful expression. “So will you and your devastatingly attractive brain be my valentine?”