Today’s post is a spotlight on Grace Burrowes’ next installment in the Sweetest Kisses series, The First Kiss. Read on for my thoughts, an excerpt, and a giveaway!The First Kiss by Grace Burrowes
Series: Sweetest Kisses #2
Published by Sourcebooks, Inc. on February 3rd 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Classical pianist Vera Waltham is recovering from a bad break up by taking a hiatus with her daughter in the Damson Valley countryside. She’s content with her music, and has no interest in complicating her life with further attempts at romance.
Attorney James Knightley is a numbers guy who reads contractual fine print for lunch, and wants nothing to do with damsels, in distress or otherwise. Nobody is more surprised than James when he falls for Vera Waltham, and the only contract on James’s mind when it comes to Vera is holy matrimony.
Disclosure: I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
James Knightley is the youngest of three, a lawyer like his brothers, and quite the playboy, insisting on no attachments and no commitments. Then he meets neighbor Vera Waltham, whose divorce his brother Trent handled. Someone’s been sneaking around Vera’s property, so James does what he can to give her peace of mind. Not that he wants to get involved, because that’s not who he is – or so he tries to convince himself.
I like James. He’s kind, caring, gentle, and a much better person than he thinks of himself. He’s also a strong protector and a very good friend to a woman who’s so skittish he despairs of getting anywhere with her, as I did while reading their story. Vera wasn’t a favorite amongst Burrowes’ myriad heroines; so far in this series I much prefer Hannah’s no-nonsense, snarky practicality to Vera’s emotional mess. On the upside, we get another adorable grade-schooler to add to the unicorn-adoring Grace and Merle from A Single Kiss.
As much as the hero rocks, my absolute favorite part is the music. Or rather, the references to music throughout The First Kiss. Vera is a concert pianist, so you’d expect some commentary, but I certainly didn’t expect the music to be so entwined with the story. It made me want to put my classical playlist on while reading, and the hubby would definitely have issues with the “sleepy music” interfering with his car shows.
The First Kiss is a contemporary romance that takes its sweet time to get from meeting to happily-ever-after. That meandering pace might not suit everyone, but it hit the spot for me, and my rating is a reflection of its right-place-at-right-time state.
drey’s rating: Excellent!
Have you read The First Kiss? What did you think? And if you haven’t, read on for more!
Read an Excerpt from The First Kiss:
“May I ask you a favor?”
“Play the piano for me?”
Nowhere near play with me, but this was Vera. “You want to do a lesson now?”
“This isn’t a lesson. I’m asking you to play for me, James. Get out your old favorites, the friends you turn to when you’re heartsore and soul weary, the consolation pieces that aren’t for everybody else. You play them for yourself.”
She curled up across the room in a pap-san chair and pulled an old quilt around her.
Could he do this?
If Vera had asked James to go to bed with her, he would have known he was competent to bring her pleasure, to satisfy her most intimate wishes and secret, sexual desires. But this? To play? For her?
She wanted music that had called to him, spoken to his soul and become a part of him. Pieces of his heart.
James set his hands on the keyboard, took a slow, deep breath, and began to play. He played from memory, his fingers finding the notes easily in the dim light. He could play this waltz with his eyes closed, and he had, many times. He hadn’t heard it since the night his mother had died, but she’d loved it too, and his hands would never forget how to craft the phrases and melodies.
“Oh, James, the Chopin.” Vera signed her pleasure at his choice, and James’s heart sighed with her. He could do this for her, soothe her with music the way she’d made music to soothe and delight so many others. The waltz shifted from a work he’d set aside years ago – a grieving piece – to a gift from him to Vera.
Only to Vera.
When the last rippling rise of notes died away, Vera remained curled up, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted.
James had played her to sleep. He took a moment to memorize the sight of her, safe and at peace under the quilt his mother had made for her hope chest.
Then he thought back over other pieces he’d set aside, the ones that were too sweet or too sorrowful or both, and he began to play again.
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