A fun read about one sided love.
Eve loved Lucien, Lucien used Eve to write his songs while holding the carrot of a singing career in front of her. Theo loved Eve, but she was obsessed only with Lucien. Only at 70% of the book, she saw the light…
My first book by author Jackie Ladbury, the emotions and the writing was pretty smooth like the initial snow flurry. The characters stayed true to the slots the author had drafted them in. I loved Theo, every woman needs a Theo in her life. Lucien was being an egoistic pop star with his band.
It was Eve who made me see red. She was obsessed with a man who used her for years, yet she had hopes he would give her an engagement ring. I kept screaming at her via my kindle. But it was all Lucien with her even when she felt the tingles with Theo and Lucien’s on stage kiss left her cold. Ugghhh!! Grow up!! See the truth!!
The last 30% was brilliant when she stood up for herself, and then I started thawing toward her. Whew!! I loved all the scenes which had Theo in them. At times, I was almost jealous of Eve. I wanted to delete her and boot her off with Lucien and plop myself next to Theo. A girl can dream, can’t she?
A sweet, cosy read.
I received a free ARC from Liz and publisher, and this is my journey into its pages, straight from the heart!! STRICTLY HONEST AND UNBIASED.
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All I want for Christmas is you … or you?
Eve Halligan is back in her hometown for Christmas after a whirlwind few years touring with her band, the Molotovs. A lot has changed since she left, but two things have stayed the same. One: Eve is head-over-heels in love with Lucien Malikov, the Molotovs’ bad boy lead singer. Two: Lucien is completely indifferent to her.
Still, Eve dreams that this could be the Christmas where she convinces Lucien that they’re made for each other. But when childhood friend and local caterer Theo Wright comes back into her life bringing with him festive cupcake and sausage roll conundrums, Eve begins to question whether her Christmas dreams have been wasted on the wrong man …