“I really enjoyed this cute and fun little romance with a very professional polish. Summer and Harry are amazingly sweet and very easy to relate to and it was nice to see those few familiar faces and get to be a part of something special with characters from a previous story.”
8/10 from 1 Girl, 2 Many Books
“I adored this story. Cathryn writes real characters, people you feel as though you know with honest flaws and fantastic chemistry. Loved Summer and Harry’s story.”
5 stars from Karly on Amazon.au
“I enjoyed reading the characters and the story. I loved each of the characters honesty and directness throughout the read that more often than not was hilarious and entertaining. Binky was a troublesome but beautiful horse and poor Harry seemed to be a magnet to his antics that often were more than a challenge for him 😉 and hilarious for us readers lol It was awesome revisiting past characters who us readers are familiar with in Cathryn’s previous novels Rocking Horse Hill and The Falls.”
5 Stars from Talking Books Blog
Harry proved such a long lump of a man that his legs extended well over the end of the table. His broad back and muscular shoulders nearly filled its width too. Summer had massaged a few sportsmen in her time but never one quite so . . . She wasn’t sure how to describe him. He wasn’t body-builder muscular, or like the super-fit who were so deficient in body fat, all she felt was bone, muscle and sinew. He was simply tall and, well, rather deliciously meaty.
He smelled nice too. Often the men who came in for treatments overdid it with the cologne or deodorant. Harry just smelled clean, with a hint of spice. Not that any of that had any bearing on the way Summer felt about him. Good-looking lump or not, he was still a thug.
But she’d been in this business one way or another since she’d left school and she knew how to maintain professional detachment. Except for the little hiccup when she’d first caught sight of him at reception, and again when she’d seen him standing bare-chested by the table, she’d been fine. He was the one naked, after all. And to her delight he’d been even more stupid with nerves than her. Stuttering and making a fool of himself. The schoolgirl in her had cheered, but as his little-boy-lost bumbling continued, the woman in her had begun to feel a tiny bit sorry for him.
Then he’d gone and ruined it by claiming he was sensitive. Yeah, sure he was. So sensitive he thought it perfectly acceptable to insult and swear at a woman half his size, then menace and threaten her like a mafia hit man. Worst of all, he’d called poor innocent Binky stupid.
If anyone was stupid it was Harry Argyle.
It all started in a Gold Coast spa . . .
In 2012 I registered to attend the Romance Writers of Australia conference at the newly refurbished QT Hotel on the Gold Coast, and was delighted to learn that it had a lovely sounding spa attached. Deciding that we deserved a pampering, good friend and writing buddy Rachael Johns and I booked ourselves a nice long spa session on the Friday morning before the conference cocktail party.
Oh, what a perfect way to relax! First off was a steamy sauna to cleanse our pores, then it was into our private rooms for a couple of hours of bliss. My session started with a foot treatment and ended with the most divine massage. A massage that just happened to trigger some wonderful daydreams.