SOARING (Magdalene #2)
Kristen Ashley
Release Date: March 16th
SYNOPSIS
American heiress Amelia Hathaway needs to start anew.Her husband cheated on her, and when everything she wanted in life slipped through her fingers, she fell apart. When she did, she took another heart wrenching hit as she lost the respect of her children.
When her ex took her family from California to live in the small town of Magdalene in Maine, Amelia decided it was time to sort herself out. In order to do that and win her children back, she moves to Cliff Blue, an architectural masterpiece on the rocky coast of Magdalene.
Her boxes aren’t even unpacked when she meets Mickey Donovan, a man who lives across the street, a man so beautiful Amelia takes one look at Mickey and knows she wants everything from him.
The problem is, she finds out swiftly that he’s friendly, he’s kind, but he doesn’t want everything back.
Amelia struggles to right past wrongs in her life at the same time find out who she wants to be. She also struggles with her attraction to the handsome firefighter who lives across the street.
But Amelia will face a surprise when her friendly neighbor becomes not-so-friendly. As Amelia and Mickey go head to head, Amelia must focus on winning back the hearts of her children.
She soon discovers she also must focus on winning the heart of a handsome firefighter who understands down to his soul the beautiful heiress who lives across the street is used to a life he cannot provide.
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REVIEW
It is NO SECRET that I LOOOOVE Kristen Ashley’s books! I add them to my TBR the minute they are announced and anxiously anticipate their release!
Soaring is the second book in the Magdalene Series. True to KA style each book in this witty and charismatic series can be read as a standalone. However I do recommend starting with the first book in the Magdalene series, The Will.
Amelia Hathaway moves across the country in an attempt to pick up the shattered pieces of her life and heart. This process is over three years coming and though the journey is not easy, it is the only way she will recapture her children’s trust.
I REALLY really enjoyed Amelia. She was so strong, caring, sassy and classy!
Amelia Hathaway moves across the country in an attempt to pick up the shattered pieces of her life and heart. This process is over three years coming and though the journey is not easy, it is the only way she will recapture her children’s trust.
I REALLY really enjoyed Amelia. She was so strong, caring, sassy and classy!
I had to figure out what I wanted.
I had to figure out who I was.
I had to create a home.
I had to win back my children.
I had to build a life.
I had to get some self-respect.
I had to stop acting like an idiot, weak and selfish and stupid.
I had to start looking out for me.
Amelia wasn’t looking for the easy way out. She was prepared to fight for her children, her self-respect and her new life. What she wasn’t prepared for is Mickey Donovan…
If the town of Magdalene is filled with men like Mickey, I am hiring a mover!!! Mickey is the kind of hero I adore, he's rough, gruff and crass. He's caring, giving, and sexy as all get out, and yep, at times he can be a jerk BUT - I adore him!!!
Some of the hardest roads to walk are also the longest. Amelia went the distance and then some but in the end it was all so worth it. I loved the realization this story encompassed! If you are looking for a hot and passionate romance with heartfelt emotions, SOARING should be your next read!
Rating: 5 stars (standalone) **BE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE EXCERPT BELOW**
The details for the third and final book in the Magdalene series have not yet been released. However we do know that it will be Officer Coert's story. I can't wait to see how his story with the hot red-head plays out!
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You give me sweet, baby, you’ll get it back,” he retorted low, angry, and this was infuriatingly but indisputably outrageously sexy, which gave credence to the possibility I was a whackjob.I love all kinds of romance but lets be honest, a lot of them are about couples between 18-35 and I loved that this one was about a couple in their 40s. Mickey and Amelia are not perfect and sadly have had their hearts badly broken. They are each juggling way too many balls and in the light of day they can stack up a mile high list of reasons why they should NOT be together. BUT when the heart wants what the heart wants - who can deny it.
“There is nothing guaranteed in life. But the only leaps really worth taking are leaps of faith on love. So look where you leap, beautiful, and happy landing,”
Rating: 5 stars (standalone) **BE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE EXCERPT BELOW**
The details for the third and final book in the Magdalene series have not yet been released. However we do know that it will be Officer Coert's story. I can't wait to see how his story with the hot red-head plays out!
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EXCERPT
“Hello, Boston
Stone,” I greeted because I had no idea what else to say.
“You are?” he
asked as I put the bags to the ground and touched the button on the trunk that
would open it keyless.
As it glided open,
I opened my mouth, doing it uncertain if I’d share my name or continue to try
to brush him off, but I didn’t have the chance to decide.
I heard the word,
“Babe,” growled from behind me.
I turned and saw Mickey
stalking our way.
Not sauntering.
Not simply
walking.
Stalking.
And he didn’t look
happy.
“Mickey,” I called
tentatively as a greeting, uncertain at his demeanor.
I hadn’t seen him
since he hadn’t seen me (I hoped) at the movies.
He was in his
firefighter-not-fighting-a-fire uniform of blue khakis and tee. His eyes were
moving up and down my body. He still was unbelievably beautiful (that
uniform…seriously).
He didn’t greet me
back.
When he stopped,
his gaze cut to Boston Stone and it went flinty.
“You need
somethin’?” he asked incomprehensibly inhospitably.
“I was just
helping this lovely lady with her groceries,” Stone responded.
“I got it,” Mickey
stated flatly and then he got it. As in, he carefully pulled me back, grabbed
the bags I was perfectly capable of picking up myself and placed them in my
trunk.
He then went for
the bag Stone was carrying, caught hold, but Stone didn’t let go.
“I can put it in
the trunk myself, Donovan,” Stone clipped.
So they knew each
other.
“As I said, I got
it, Stone,” Mickey clipped back.
Yes, they knew
each other.
The handles
flattened as they both kept hold and pulled.
“Please!” I
exclaimed. “We already had a wine incident. The sidewalk of Magdalene has been
anointed with one red, let’s not anoint Cross Street with four.”
Mickey instantly
let go and stepped back, running into me but he didn’t apologize or move away.
He stayed close,
the back of his left side touching the front of my right.
It was at that
point I noticed Mickey gave off a lot of heat.
Stone put the bag
in my trunk, shut it and turned slowly to Mickey and me.
But he had eyes on
Mickey.
“Are you two
seeing each other?”
“That’s your
business how?” Mickey asked as reply.
“It’s my business
because, if you’re not, I’d like to request you leave so I can ask her to
dinner,” Stone returned.
My head jerked as
my body locked in shock.
“That’s not gonna
happen,” Mickey growled.
My body stayed
locked in shock but that didn’t mean my eyes didn’t fly to Mickey’s stony-faced
profile in more shock.
“So you are seeing each other,” Stone remarked.
“Again, not your
business,” Mickey bit out.
Stone’s expression
turned shrewd. “And that’s something that would lead me to believe that the
beautiful woman standing behind you is free to go to dinner with me.”
“You forget
English?” Mickey asked. “I already answered that too.”
I butted in, “I
think I can speak for myself, Mickey.”
He moved nothing
but his head (though his torso shifted an inch) so he could look down at me.
His eyes were
communicating again.
This time they
were communicating the fact that he really
didn’t like Boston Stone.
Considering what I
knew of Mickey, this would be something that, along with my own natural
aversion to Mr. Stone, would have made me decline the man’s invitation.
Unfortunately,
Mickey added words to his look so this didn’t happen.
“You’re not goin’
out with this guy.”
Was he being
serious?
He couldn’t tell
me what to do. He wasn’t my father, my brother or my lover.
Heck, he barely
knew me!
All he knew about
me was that he didn’t want me. I was his…“attractive” neighbor who he now did
not even walk over to beg recipes from (okay, so Aisling didn’t know of any
other recipes I had, but whatever).
He didn’t even
return my email!
And he was off
with beautiful, statuesque redheads, smiling at them, taking them to movies.
He couldn’t tell
me who I could and could not see.
“I’m not?” I
snapped.
“No,” he turned
fully to me, an ominous fully. “You are not,” he enunciated each word clearly.
“Sorry?” I asked
sarcastically. “When did you become my big brother?”
He was still
enunciating clearly, and dangerously, when he stated, “I absolutely am not your big brother.”
“No, you’re not,”
I retorted, tossing my hair, which I hoped was shining in the sun. And with my
hair toss, I further hoped my fabulous highlights caught the rays and gleamed.
“You’re my neighbor. And if I want to go out with someone, you can’t say boo to
the contrary.”
“This guy is an
asshole,” he bit off, jerking his thumb at Boston Stone.
I felt my eyes get
big and I got up on my toes, leaning into him, hissing, “That’s insufferably rude, Mickey Donovan.”
“It isn’t rude if
it’s the truth.”
“You may think so
but you don’t say it in front of the
man in question.”
“You do if he’s as
big of an asshole as this asshole is,” Mickey shot back.
My eyes got wider
and I leaned closer. “Stop being nasty!” I demanded.
“You been in town,
what?” he asked then answered with another question he didn’t expect a reply
to. “A coupla months? I lived here my whole life and trust me, I’m savin’ you
from a load of misery, this guy gets interested in you,” he returned.
I rocked down to
my stilettos. “I am a big girl,
Mickey. All grown up and everything. I do think I can make such decisions for
myself.”
“You do, and
they’re not what I’m tellin’ you to do, you’d be wrong.”
I glared at him.
Then I pushed
right past him, hand lifted and got in the space of Boston Stone.
“Boston,” I said
as he took my hand, grinning arrogantly and more than a little obnoxiously at
me. “A belated nice to meet you. I’m Amelia Hathaway.”
His hand tightened
in mine as he murmured, “Amelia.”
I pulled my hand
from his, asking, “Do you know Cliff Blue?”
“Of course,” he
replied, inclining his head in a pompous way that actually was kind of creepy.
“I live there,” I
announced, doing another hair toss and powering beyond the creepy. “And I have
plans this evening but I’m free tomorrow. Are you?”
“I wasn’t,” he
replied. “But I’ll be making a phone call and I will be.”
“Excellent,” I
decreed. “Seven?” I went on to ask.
“I’d be
delighted,” he said softly, his eyes dancing with humor and I could see that
too was relatively malicious.
I didn’t care.
I’d go out with
him once, just to stick it to Mickey.
Then I’d be done
with Boston Stone.
And anyway, I had
about seven new outfits that would be perfect
for a date and I knew this even though I hadn’t been on a date in two decades.
“I’ll see you
then,” I said.
“You will,
Amelia.” He dipped his chin to me. “Looking forward to it.”
“And me,” I
replied.
He gave me another
arrogant grin then transferred it to Mickey.
“Donovan,” he
murmured.
Mickey didn’t
reply.
Stone looked back
to me. “Until tomorrow, Amelia.”
“Yes, Boston. And
please, feel free to call me Amy.”
Mickey grunted.
Boston smiled
before he turned and sauntered away.
I whirled on
Mickey and tipped my head to the side. “See? All grown up and able to make
decisions for myself.”
“What I see is a
pattern here,” he retorted unpleasantly.
“Oh?” I asked with
mock interest. “Do tell.”
Then Mickey told.
“First time I laid
eyes on you, your ex was up in your face, cursing at you, threatening you,
shouting right at you and acting like a total fucking dick. It’s obvious he’s
rich and up his own ass and didn’t give a shit you were alone, and because of
that, you probably felt unsafe. It was just as obvious you were lettin’ him use
you as his punching bag. Even if no woman deserves the way he was speakin’ to
you, he just kept right on punching. Now, you know that guy you just made a
date with is a total asshole and you made that date anyway. So that’s your
pattern. You open yourself up for assholes to shit all over you. And if that’s
the way you like it, baby, then no way in fuck
I’m gonna get in there to show you there’s another way.”
Before I could
retort, he turned on his boot and prowled away.
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