Series: Wallflowers #1
“Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens, and wallflowers, need ruin to make them grow.” ~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
They say money is the root of all evil, but sometimes, evil lurks in the most unlikely places.
Calla Lily Armstrong spent her whole life shielding her heart. Now she’s ready to break down her walls and see what’s hiding on the other side. With the help of her new friends, Poppy Gentry and Sienna Miller, the three band together to find their happily ever after. One Wallflower at a time.
Former Atlanta Homicide Detective, Devin Hawthorne, moved to Savannah for a change of pace and a fresh start as a Private Investigator. He finds it right under his nose in the form of a Southern beauty who drives him to distraction, and deadly secrets that threaten her very life.
Rated mature for language and sexual content.
PERFECT!!! That’s what this book was for me. Absolute and undeniable perfection, from start to finish! I was already in love with CP Smith’s writing, but this book took my devotion and amazement to a whole new level! I adored every single thing about Calla and Devin’s story! They were just as perfect as their book! Wow….
Calla Lily – adore the name, btw – has locked herself in her bookworm isolated life, since an accident stole everything she loved the most from her, as a child. She never recovered and her doting aunts were the only people she truly allowed to penetrate the fortress she built around her heart. Her relationship with her aunts was incredible, and as CP describes, from their strength to their independence and quirkiness, it really transported me to the Practical Magic. They were fantastic!
“No tears, sugar. We’re Armstrongs, not bleedin’ heart liberals. Suck it up,”
They had gotten the idea from the movie Practical Magic. They loved that movie, because they said it reminded them of our relationship. Minus the witchcraft, of course. However, instead of midnight margaritas like they drank in the movie, my aunts preferred mojitos.
But these amazing aunts and their love for her, didn’t make up for the fact that deep down she felt truly alone, like she was barely living.
All that changed with when a handsome stranger moved in next to her – and her aunts – and awoke feelings in her that she never felt before, pushing her to take action and fight for something more in her life, something that deep down she has been longing for all along…
“I’m not expectin’ much, though. I think fallin’ in love happens by chance. Serendipity. Like you walk into a room and bam, you just know when you lay eyes on them they’re the one.”
I want someone who will be a shelter from a storm, a beacon of light in a dark world. I want to feel safe, secure that what we have is as important to him as it would be to me. I want heat, passion, and friendship.”
The true dreams of a romantic soul! What she wasn’t aware was that serendipity had already worked its magic and Devin was the personified version of all her wishes. In the most delicious of packages, of course, LOL!
Scanning his hard lines and muscles, I stopped on his fantastic ass. Michelangelo himself couldn’t have sculpted one that firm, round, or bitable. If he had, it would have been called Michelangelo’s Devin.
But Devin’s backside was in a stratosphere all on its own; it was its own masterpiece.
It was Devinangelo, naked butt from the gods.
Devin has just step aside after ten years working in the force, and hope that this move for Savannah is the fresh and fulfilling start for a new stage in his life. But Savannah proves to be so much more for this smoking hot alpha, than he was hoping for, specially when he meets his next door neighbor and sparks fly as result of their magnetism. Calla must truly be some kind of witch, because he was beyond captivated!
She had the face of an angel, the lips of a seductress, but an innocent quality that called to his baser needs. His needs to pursue, to claim—to fucking protect.
Obviously, things were not as simple as they seemed and between tearing down her walls, solving her first detective case and protecting the stubborn woman and her friends from their antics, Devin had his job more than cut down for him, and he was more than willing to fight, because he knew that she deserved all that and more.
“You can’t choose who your heart wants. It doesn’t work like that. All you can do is follow it and hope that when you find what you’re lookin’ for, it wants you too.”
“What I’ll admit is that a woman like that would be worth lyin’, stealin’, or killin’ for.”
“It’s her eyes, isn’t it?
He didn’t have to think about why he was attracted to Calla. It wasn’t a single thing, but the whole package, so he answered without hesitation. “No. It’s her heart, her courage, her ability to be so fuckin’ innocent in a world full of shit that bein’ around her is like steppin’ inside a goddamned shower, makin’ you feel clean for the first time in your life.”
Devin and Calla were truly amazing together, and I adored seeing their relationship develop and grow strong after their obvious insta-love. CP Smith gave us such a rich context and deep look into their feelings: doubts, fears, cravings, love and passion, that I felt their bound grow and blow right along with them. And their chemistry transported to the bedroom – or cottage entrance, lol – was off the charts!!! Here, once again, Devin proved to be an OTT alpha ALL the way!!! God Lord… *Cue fanning myself*
This look was lust personified. It was primal, possessive, and all-encompassing. The world simply ceased to exist when a man looked at you that way.
“All you need to know”—he whispered, his voice deep and husky—“is that the second my lips touch yours, it’s over. You’re mine.”
But the true awesomeness of this extraordinary book doesn’t reside only in their relationship development and romance blooming, or even the enticing suspense given by the side plot! CP Smith gave us in WALLFLOWERS: THREE OF A KIND, something even more special: a bond full, deep-seated friendship, a true sisterhood that warmed my heart and opened Calla’s world in another brand new direction, a new kind of love – sister love. And what better twin souls to herself than Poppy and Sienna?! The world would never be the same now that the Wallflowers were here!
“In case you missed it, we have a couple of things in common. One, we’re all named after flowers. And two, we’ve been sittin’ against the wall watchin’ life pass us by. I don’t know about you, but I, for one, don’t want to be a Wallflower anymore. I say it’s time we stood up and took a spin around the dance floor. I think it’s time that we three Wallflowers take life by the horns and made our own destiny. . . What about you?”
“I’ll go first . . . For courage to break down my walls and let love in.”
Poppy raised hers, smiling. “For wisdom to not judge a book by its cover.”
“Definitely somethin’ you need to work on,” I giggled.
We both looked at Sienna, and she raised her glass, lifting it to the ceiling. “For lettin’ go of the past and seein’ what life brings our way.”
Wallflowers are for life. Wallflowers always stick together, and Wallflowers never leave a woman behind.
All these elements coupled with Calla and Devin’s love story, transformed this book into something amazingly PERFECT for me! Like I’ve said before, I already loved CP Smith’s brand of Romance writing, but Wallflowers: Three of a kind took it to a whole new level! The author has an extraordinary gift, and this book just makes it shine through! I’m so addicted to these characters that I can’t even tell you how excited I am to read Poppy and Sienna’s stories! More than counting down the days! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
“In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of the things not meant for you,”
“That’s what life’s about,” he mumbled in my ear. “Findin’ someone who completes you then makin’ ‘em yours.
“Calla, it’s my job to protect you, not the other way around. To make sure you’re happy, that you feel full instead of hollow, and it’s my fuckin’ job to make sure you never feel lonely again.”
“Then what’s my job?”
“To love me.” Her lips began to tremble, and it took sheer strength of will not to reach out and crush her to him. But he continued instead. “To crave my touch, to trust me with your whole heart. To fix me when I need fixin’, to lay your troubles on my shoulders so you don’t have to carry them. To need me more than air. To just fuckin’ love me.”
ARC kindly provided by the author for an honest review