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Renee’s Five Star Review
I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review for Stephanie’s Book Reports.
A Change of View is the second book in Freya Barker’s Northern Lights Series. This book can be read as a standalone.
What is on day you woke up looked in the mirror and no long recognized the person looking back?
This is what Leelo is experiences. She can no longer identify herself by the roles that one defined her. It is both terrifying and liberating. She is feeling the loss, the grief and the anger, but when she inherits property up north she jumps at the promise of freedom and independence. However not everyone is who they seem in her new community, starting with Roar the surly mountain man down the road. Roar is the owner of the local fishing lodge and is content with his day to day life. The older he gets the less he appreciates change. When a blue-haired tattooed city girl moves into the old motel, shaking up his daily routine he is none to pleased. But, there is something about the woman with the easy smile and almost reckless grit has him step up as her keeper.
I loved that Leelo is a older character. She is in her forties and her life has been turned upside down. She loved her life as a wife and mother until it all changed. Now she is determined to move up north and revamp the motel she inherited. She should know that life is never simple and there is certainly nothing easy about Roar. Her neighbor who enjoys the quiet and solitude. He is less than thrilled when he meets Leelo until he gets to know her. Now let the fun begin!!! I swear this book will keep you on your toes and I loved loved loved every single second of it. I loved the interactions between Roar and Leelo and their banter. I loved watching them fall in love and facing all the obstacles that are thrown at them in this book.
A Change Of View is a beautiful story or two people learning about life changing. I identified with this book so much since my life got turned up on it’s axis several years ago. I so related to Leelo Not necessarily what she goes though but looking in the mirror and not knowing who you are anymore. It was a quite therapeutic to me. You do not want to miss this book. Freya Barker always writes stories that pull you in and have you reading from the first to the very last page.
I slap my thigh where a mosquito just bit me. I wipe at another one that lands on my arm, and pretty soon the buzzing is loud around my head, and I’m frantically waving my hand around my face. A blood-sucking army is out tonight, and I scramble to my feet, snatch up the now empty bottle, and hustle toward the sanctuary of my house.
My heart lodges in my throat when I see a figure detach itself from the shadows of the porch.
“Was wondering how long it would fucking take before you came running.”
I bend over, gasping to get air in my lungs, when I hear the voice.
“I swear, Riordan Doyle…one day you’ll be the death of me.”
“Not what I had in mind,” he chuckles easily, as he grabs my arm, drags me inside, and out of the way of the charging mosquitoes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, as he takes the bottle from my hand, sets it on the counter, and pulls me into my living room. There he drops down on the threadbare couch and tugs me down beside him. “I thought you went home?”
“I did,” he confirms, throwing his arm over my shoulder and tugging me to his chest. “And I was just putting my feet up on the coffee table when I realized I didn’t want to be there.”
“No?”
“No,” he repeats. “Couldn’t relax. Started thinking about this…thing…between us. And you know what? Waiting for the right time is for the fucking birds.”
“It is?”
“It absolutely fucking is,” he says with conviction, curving his free hand along my jaw and turning my face toward him.
His hazel eyes are almost black in the scarce light of my living room, his heavy-lidded gaze roaming my features before settling on my lips.
“I’m thinking right now sounds like the right time.”
I can feel the deep rumble of his voice down to my toes, and my own drops a few octaves lower as well.
“You do?” I mutter breathlessly as his head bends down.
It’s clear from my distinctly unimaginative responses that my brain cells have signed off for the day. I’m starting to sound like a goddamn parrot, but Roar doesn’t give me time to linger on that thought. His mouth is already on mine and his tongue is demanding entry.
One moment I’m tucked beside him on the couch, and the next I’m on my back, Roar’s heavy frame covering me, his lips still firmly fused to mine. Good God the man can kiss.
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