The Moment of Letting Go
by J.A. Redmerski
(August 11, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback)
You can follow the rules or you can follow your heart...
Sienna Murphy never does anything without a plan. And so far her plans have been working. Right after college, she got a prestigious job and gained the stability she'd always craved-until work takes her to the sun-drenched shores of Oahu and places her in the path of sexy surfer Luke Everett. For the first time, she lets her heart take control. Drawn to his carefree charm, she makes a spontaneous and very un-Sienna-like decision to drop everything and stay in Hawaii for two more weeks.
Luke lives fast and wild. When he meets Sienna, he's convinced that some no-strings-attached fun is just what she needs. As their nights quickly turn from playful to passionate, Luke can't deny the deep connection he feels. But there's a reason Luke doesn't do long-term. He can't promise Sienna forever, when the enormity of his past has shown him just how fragile the future can be . . .
Sienna Murphy never does anything without a plan. And so far her plans have been working. Right after college, she got a prestigious job and gained the stability she'd always craved-until work takes her to the sun-drenched shores of Oahu and places her in the path of sexy surfer Luke Everett. For the first time, she lets her heart take control. Drawn to his carefree charm, she makes a spontaneous and very un-Sienna-like decision to drop everything and stay in Hawaii for two more weeks.
Luke lives fast and wild. When he meets Sienna, he's convinced that some no-strings-attached fun is just what she needs. As their nights quickly turn from playful to passionate, Luke can't deny the deep connection he feels. But there's a reason Luke doesn't do long-term. He can't promise Sienna forever, when the enormity of his past has shown him just how fragile the future can be . . .
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Then he gets up and grabs my hands from the tops of my bare knees, pulling me to my feet.
“We’re going swimming,” he
says. “And we’ll talk more about this later…like on the day your vacation is
over and you’re standing at the gate in the airport about to kiss me goodbye.”
“Wow, you really think highly
of yourself, don’t you?” I can’t keep the laughter from my voice.
“Damn straight!” he says and
pulls me along beside him. “Before these two weeks are over, I can guarantee
you three things.” He holds up three fingers as we continue onward toward the
water. “One”—he holds up one finger—“you’ll never want to go back to San Diego
once Hawaii is done with you.” He holds up two fingers. “Two—that photography
love of yours will start to take the place of everything else in your life. And
three”—he wiggles three fingers and we stop on the beach where the water can
pool around our feet—“you’ll kiss me at least once before you go home.”
I blush hard and it feels
like my eyes are bugging out of my head. “I might peck you on the cheek or
something, but—”
“No,” he says, smiling and
quite serious, “it’ll be a full-on, tongue-dancing kind of kiss.”
I smack him playfully on the
arm—something is fluttering around inside my belly.
“Geez!”
Luke grabs my hand and pulls me out to
the water with him, where we swim and hang out on the cliffs until late in the
afternoon. People come and go throughout the hours, sometimes leaving us with
Alicia, Braedon, and a few of their close friends to have the area to ourselves
for a while before more people show up in intervals.
“Backflip!” someone says just before
Luke jumps into the water for probably the twentieth time.
And every time he does it, it ties my
stomach up in knots. But there’s something about him that I can’t quite figure
out when I watch him leap off the edge of that cliff; it’s not overconfidence
or showing off or recklessness, but something deeper, more profound. Maybe it’s
a sense of freedom, or a natural high that consumes him while he’s in the air,
as if he had been born with a pair of wings that only he can see. But the more
time I spend with him, the more intrigued I become. Sure, he’s gorgeous and
funny and polite and all the kinds of things—so far—that would make my mom love
him to death. But what intrigues and excites me more is how he kind of makes
me want to jump off that stupid cliff regardless of how scared I am of it.
My Review:
Sometimes the hardest part of finding ourselves is letting go of our fears and learning to live our own lives for what we love.
J.A. Redmerski takes us on an incredible adventure as we see the paths of Sienna Murphy and Luke Everett intersect. Sienna happens to be in Hawaii working when she meets the gorgeous surfer Luke. We feel their immediate pull to each other but know there is something deeper that lies beneath the surface and we are given little hints throughout the story of what that secret might be.
There are so many 'feels' and interactions between these two characters that you feel drawn to them and are hoping they are able to develop a meaningful relationship. I love how there are so many mini adventures with them. Luke really helps Sienna make the most of her time in Hawaii and I felt myself smiling as I would read it. I even wanted to jump into the story and join them.
There were so great secondary characters involved in the story that I would love to read about also! I think between Sienna's best friend and Luke's roommate J.A. Redmerski could probably turn this into a series for readers to enjoy!
There is also a more serious side though, learning how to let go of the past. Learning that sometimes mistakes or accidents are not your fault and trying to figure out how to cope with that. Some things in life are harder to let go but there comes a point in our lives where we need to or we are not able to move forward.
J. A. Redmerski, New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, lives in North Little Rock, Arkansas with her three children, two cats and a Maltese. She is a lover of television and books that push boundaries.
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