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Blurb
Winter Donovan loves two things: her sister and her sister's ex-boyfriend. She's spent her whole life doing the right thing except that one time, that night when Finn O'Malley looked hollowed out by his father's death. Then she did something very wrong that felt terribly right.
Finn can't stop thinking about Winter and the night and he'll do anything to make her a permanent part of his life, even if it means separating Winter from the only family she has.
Their love was supposed to be unrequited but one grief stricken guy and one girl with too big of a heart results in disastrous consequences.
Review 4.5 Stars
Jen Frederick Woodland series
continues with Finn and Winter's story. I wasn't sure if I was going to like
this story...it centers on Winter and how she is in love with her sisters ex. I
am just not all about doing that to family, however I was surprised how much I
loved this book. It's so much more than the synopsis tells.
Winter Donovan is basically been
living for her sisters life since their parents died. She's bailed and
stood behind her sister through numerous rehabs and a prison stint. She
needs to decide if her sisters life and happiness is more important or her own.
However, when you have been doing this for so long and feel like it's
necessary because they have stood behind you...in your mind you feel indebted
or obligated. To take stand and choose yourself sometimes is the hardest decision
you can take, but in the end for your own sanity and happiness it's necessary.
Except sometimes life throws you a curveball in the form of the one who
could ruin everything....Finn...her lifelong crush.
Finn O'Malley has never had to work
for anything...grades, looks, and women. He has always had a girlfriend
and keeps them until he gets bored. Back in high school he dated Ivy
Donovan. They were together for years until their lives changed.
Ivy spiraled out of control after the death of her parents and Finn
didn't care anymore. Years later, Finn is struggling with the loss of his
dad. Can he move on and get his life back on track or does he keep acting
out of control?
One night he runs into Winter
Donovan. One night of passion filled sex will quench Winter's years old
crush and give Finn some comfort he's in need of...right? Wrong....it
only makes the thirst they both feel more...it's intense. Can they keep
giving in to the desires and wants? Will Ivy get in the way?
Ivy gosh I hated her...she's
self-absorbed, a hater, an attention seeker...just an all-around horrible
person. She did somethings to her sister I wanted to smack her.
She was sabotaging Winter's life all because she was jealous. She needed
to learn to grow up and take responsibility for her actions, not rely on Winter
all the time. Can you do this?
The attraction and chemistry
between Finn and Winter was intense. They found strength in each other.
I swooned over Finn's dirty mouth and I loved Winter's compassion. Can
Finn convince Winter that she's the chosen one and give her the push she needs
to start to live her life? Can they get their HEA or will they shrink
away from each other?
Jen Frederick writes heartbreak
wonderfully. This story is about strength, learning to forgive, finding
yourself and going after your happiness. She writes compassion and love
in a way that will consume you. This story was beautiful and not at all
like I thought it would be. This is the fourth book in the series and can
be read as a standalone. However, I recommend reading the others as you
will get glimpses of the other characters in this book and they are good....4.5
Inspiring Stars
Review by Heather Driscoll
Excerpt #1
"Are you humming?" Bo asked.
I looked up from pulling on the dingiest carpet I'd seen in months. This house I'd picked up was vile, worse than usual. Bo had suggested it was a meth factory, given the needles, rotten egg smell, and burnt patches on the walls and flooring. It could have been, or it might just have been an ordinary addict's house, but there was shit everywhere.
If I was humming, I didn't realize it, but I was in a decent mood. I figured once I got Winter to just sit and talk with me, we’d work it out. That was something worth humming about.
I just shrugged and went back to work. "Just trying to block out the god-awful music you choose to play. You've been up north here for almost a year. Can't you play anything but country songs?”
"I could." Bo paused to toss a handful of staples in the trash. "But I know it annoys the hell out of you. And that makes the music sound that much sweeter."
"Too bad you don't know shit all about constructing a house and you still have to hang on my dick until you can get it right."
"Which is why I play music you hate. It fits our dysfunctional relationship."
"I thought you were going to therapy to fix your problems."
"If by ‘therapy’ you mean having a ton of awesome sex with my girlfriend, then yes, I'm in therapy all night and random times during the day." I snorted but wisely said nothing. "But speaking of therapy," Bo continued. My response was a loud groan that I hoped would be hint enough that I didn't want to talk about whatever it was that followed. Bo ignored me. "How's your mom?"
"Well, she texted that she got up and had coffee today, so I count that as a win." I reached down to tug harder on the carpet. Did they glue it down instead of just stapling the edges?
"Mal says 'Paradise lies under the feet of your mother.'"
That made me stop. I gaped at Bo. He threw up his hands, one still holding a crowbar he was using to pull up the tacking strips, the long thin lumber pieces that held the carpet on the edges of the room.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Apparently it means if you don't make your momma happy, you ain't gonna be happy."
"If I knew what would make her happy, I'd do it," I replied.
"I suck at this comforting thing." He pulled off his hat and scratched his head. "But maybe you outta talk to someone else?"
"Like Lana?" I grunted. "No thanks. Between her and Mal, it sounds like I should be taking my mother on a date."
I looked up from pulling on the dingiest carpet I'd seen in months. This house I'd picked up was vile, worse than usual. Bo had suggested it was a meth factory, given the needles, rotten egg smell, and burnt patches on the walls and flooring. It could have been, or it might just have been an ordinary addict's house, but there was shit everywhere.
If I was humming, I didn't realize it, but I was in a decent mood. I figured once I got Winter to just sit and talk with me, we’d work it out. That was something worth humming about.
I just shrugged and went back to work. "Just trying to block out the god-awful music you choose to play. You've been up north here for almost a year. Can't you play anything but country songs?”
"I could." Bo paused to toss a handful of staples in the trash. "But I know it annoys the hell out of you. And that makes the music sound that much sweeter."
"Too bad you don't know shit all about constructing a house and you still have to hang on my dick until you can get it right."
"Which is why I play music you hate. It fits our dysfunctional relationship."
"I thought you were going to therapy to fix your problems."
"If by ‘therapy’ you mean having a ton of awesome sex with my girlfriend, then yes, I'm in therapy all night and random times during the day." I snorted but wisely said nothing. "But speaking of therapy," Bo continued. My response was a loud groan that I hoped would be hint enough that I didn't want to talk about whatever it was that followed. Bo ignored me. "How's your mom?"
"Well, she texted that she got up and had coffee today, so I count that as a win." I reached down to tug harder on the carpet. Did they glue it down instead of just stapling the edges?
"Mal says 'Paradise lies under the feet of your mother.'"
That made me stop. I gaped at Bo. He threw up his hands, one still holding a crowbar he was using to pull up the tacking strips, the long thin lumber pieces that held the carpet on the edges of the room.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Apparently it means if you don't make your momma happy, you ain't gonna be happy."
"If I knew what would make her happy, I'd do it," I replied.
"I suck at this comforting thing." He pulled off his hat and scratched his head. "But maybe you outta talk to someone else?"
"Like Lana?" I grunted. "No thanks. Between her and Mal, it sounds like I should be taking my mother on a date."
Woodland Series Reading Order
Undeclared (Book One) free 4/10
Unspoken (Book Two) $.99 4/10
Unraveled (Book Three) $1.99 4/10
About the Author:
Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.
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