by Felice Stevens
Releasing
May 2, 2016
Self-Published
Self-Published
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . Learning to Love . . .
There was something compelling and warm about the this life choices story. There was realness in the action of each Gideon and Jonah. Each had a life that lead them each in a different direction than when they knew each other from a distance in high school. I enjoyed the overall struggle to get to that point in life where its time to have what you want at any cost.
Gideon and Jonah had to come to those crossroads for themselves to make that a straight decision that would be met with no regrets. I say good job Felice Stevens.
**This ARC was provided
via Tasty Book Tours in exchange for an honest review.**
After ten years away from home, bad boy caterer Gideon Marks has a lot to prove. Getting the holiday catering job at his childhood synagogue is the first step in demonstrating to everyone he didn’t turn out to be the failure they predicted. What he doesn’t count on is Rabbi Jonah Fine, his high school nemesis and secret crush, stirring up old feelings Gideon thought long gone and secrets he’s buried deep for years.
An unexpectedly passionate encounter
shocks Gideon, but he pushes Jonah away, convinced he isn’t good enough to be
in a relationship and would never be accepted by Jonah’s father. But Jonah
hangs tough—he won’t allow Gideon to hide or run away from life again. And when
it comes to love, Gideon learns the most important lessons aren’t always taught
in school.
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“How did you know where to find me?”
“I didn’t. But when I went to your
apartment and discovered you weren’t home, I thought to myself, ‘Where would a
chef be early on Saturday morning?’”
Pleased he’d thought so carefully
about me, I bit my lip to keep from smiling, then muttered with my head down,
“Lucky guess on your part.”
“I’d like to think so,” said Jonah,
his voice as soft as the breeze. My eyes met his, the hurt from our last
conversation shimmering bright in their depths, causing a throb within me of a
longing I’d never known existed. “Or maybe it was fate.”
He smiled then plucked the paper bag
of rugelach out of my clutches, rummaged through it until he found an apricot
one, and bit off half.
“Well, if you’re that hungry, I guess
you can come home with me, and I’ll make you an omelet,” I grumbled but
couldn’t stop the small grin tugging at my lips. “But I planned on browsing a
bit more through the market first.”
“I’d like that.” Jonah walked beside
me, and we meandered past the stands piled high with colorful peppers and
squash. We strolled in silence, but every few steps I’d sneak a glance at him,
expecting Jonah to speak. Instead he remained irritatingly, cheerfully silent.
I sampled some hot mulled cider and
licked my lips. Spending so much time with Jonah gave me new insight. I’d
always thought him superior and judgmental; perhaps I had been wrong in my
assessment. He captivated me with the humor in his speech, warmth in his smile,
and that unmistakable flare of desire in his eyes. Goddamn it, I wanted him.
I extended the paper cup. “Do you want
a sip?” Its heady cinnamon scent remained one of my most favorite things about
the fall season. To my shock, instead of answering me, he bent down and kissed
me on my lips, lapping at their sticky sweetness. He stepped back, but I put a
restraining hand on his wrist.
“What’s going on? Why are you really
here?”
The honesty in Jonah’s face took my
breath away.
“Do you really have to ask, after the
last time?”
My body refused to listen to the war
inside my head, kindling a deep need I couldn’t understand. I took a step
forward, but unlike me, Jonah didn’t retreat. He stood firm, and I stood close
enough to almost touch. Close enough to smell him.
“I’m not who you want; can’t you see
that?”
“You don’t have any idea what I see
when I look at you, Gideon.”
I wanted to yell back at him, No, you have no idea who I am, but I
couldn’t bring myself to ruin the moment. I had no clue who Jonah thought I
was, but I wanted to be that man if only to be able to have him always look at
me like this. Like I was special. Like I was his. The sun beat hot upon my
shoulders, and I held his gaze while contentment poured over me like a warm
summer rain.
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I have always been a romantic at heart. I believe that while life is
tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner. My character have to
work for it, however. Like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes
love.I live in New York City with my husband and two children. My day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. I practice law but daydream of a time when I can sit by a beach somewhere and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be a little angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
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