Author: Nicole French
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Hollywood for a quiet life on Newman Lake. He was perfectly happy living as an
island. Until he met her.
Maggie Sharp wants is to rebuild her life. A life that doesn’t involve the
surly, arrogant stranger now living across the lake.
Something Maggie can’t quite put her finger on…
Nicole French sure knows how to keep you on edge through and through with Discreet. Maggie is is a strong heroine for this story and she is perfect even through her flaws. “Will” is a whole lot of trouble. With a tortured soul that Will has, it was a slow burn for me. I struggled a bit to warm up to him. He was vicious. But as the story unwound, I finally understood. Again, Maggie shows strength when her world is barely staying together by a thread.
Discreet will give you the fire and passion. My brow was set as a “V” through the story. I could not stop scowling as I kept asking myself, could these character go through more. Next chapter, it would get worst. But the heart of it all has me giving a 5 star review. You cannot help but have all the feels when reading a Nicole French book. The dark will grip you but the love will set you free. Well that was what I was feeling until the very end! The cliff hanger has me wracking my brain. I have no idea how this will play out. I am on the edge with the unexpected texts that come into play. Wow! What a story. Discreet is a must read!
not to step backward. Will had a quiet authority about him, and in the shadows
of the moon, his shoulders seemed to broaden, his legs seemed to lengthen. He
seemed larger than life.
raised a hand, floating his fingers around my jaw, over my cheeks, but never
actually touching me. I arched toward his hand. I couldn’t help it. But he
hovered, never making contact.
thinks. Like I’m not alone anymore.” He paused. His eyes opened wide, following
the path of his fingers as they took hold of a strand of hair in my ponytail
and twirled. “And for the first time in a very long time, I feel like I don’t
want to be.”
like an arrow through my body, shooting down my arms and legs, and coming to
throb in that place no man had been for so, so long. I bit my lip. Will’s eyes
from miles away. I didn’t understand it. I was broken. A mess. What should I
want with this man? We had a connection, sure, but overall, he was nothing but
trouble. He was grouchy. A loner. Clearly had serious social and emotional
we met, it certainly felt at times as if the universe itself was tilting on its
axis, trying to knock me into him. Breakdown after breakdown. Meeting after
meeting. And now…
like one of the moths circling the porch light. Winging through the dark, ready
to dive into his golden inferno.
and down his naked torso. A sheen of sweat glimmered in the moonlight, which
also made the shadows of his muscles—the square pectorals, the solid rack of
abs, the lickable V that dipped beneath his shorts—that much more
between my legs, and his unique scents engulfed me. Working all afternoon only
made them that much stronger—the scent of pine trees, lake water, and man swallowed
me with a heady rush that made me shake slightly. And it was then, only then, that
he finally touched me. My waist was encircled by his wide palms, so broad that
his fingers nearly touched on either side. It was relatively innocent, but the
intent was clear. Just like last night, he held me still; I couldn’t move
unless he wanted me to. For that moment, I was his.
Unconsciously, I licked the lower one. His pupils dilated even more.
staring at his mouth—so soft and full under his newly trimmed beard.
it. Sometimes you don’t know you need something until it’s there.
about a half second before. The hands at my waist gripped so tightly, I almost
couldn’t breathe, and I felt like I was strangled—not for lack of oxygen, but
for lack of him. Will’s lips made me feel like I was breathing for the
first time; like I’d been under water my entire life, and he was the air I’d
never known I needed.
Springsteen fanatic, hopeless romantic, and total bookworm. When not writing
fiction or teaching writing classes, she is hanging out with her family,
playing soccer with the rest of the thirty-plus crowd in Seattle, or going on
dates with her husband. In her spare time, she likes to go running with her
dog, Greta, or practice the piano, but never seems to do either one of these
things as much as she should.