How is it that More Than Words is the first novel that I've read by Mia Sheridan?! I probably be ashamed of myself but I'm really just excited because this means I have tons of her books to read.
I picked up this novel with the intention of reading a few pages, maybe a chapter, and then running a few errands and picking it back up. That did not happen. I started reading and then I couldn't stop. I was curious about the story of Jessie and Callen --from their first meeting to their fateful next-- and I found myself enamored by their story. I also liked the setting (I've always wanted to visit and now I'm yearning to visit Paris) and the various subplots (her job, his job, her family history, his family history). All in all, this novel was a really good read with some interesting sections on fate and dealing with love and loss that really resonated with me. I know that new and old fans alike will devour this novel and find themselves daydreaming about romantic French countryside locations.
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No one lays open the heart and soul quite like New York Times bestselling author Mia Sheridan in this new standalone contemporary romance.
The moment she met Callen Hayes, eleven-year-old Jessica Creswell knew he was a broken prince. Her prince. They became each other's refuge, a safe and magical place far from their troubled lives. Until the day Callen kissed her--Jessica's first real, dreamy kiss--and then disappeared from her life without a word.
Years later, everyone knows who Callen Hayes is. Famous composer. Infamous bad boy. What no one knows is that Callen's music is now locked deep inside, trapped behind his own inner demons. It's only when he withdraws to France to drink his way through the darkness that Callen stumbles into the one person who makes the music return. Jessica. His Jessie. And she still tastes of fresh, sweet innocence . . . even as she sets his blood on fire.
But they don't belong in each other's worlds anymore. There are too many mistakes. Too many secrets. Too many lies. All they have is that instinctive longing, that need--and something that looks dangerously like love.