A
Wildstone Novel Book 6
January
12th, 2021
978-0-06-289785-5
Women’s
Fiction, Contemporary
Paperback
ARC
Reviewed
by Dawn (love2read28@gmail.com)
Obtained
by Publisher
3.5 Hearts
Maze
is returning to Wildstone for the wedding of her BFF, estranged sister of her
heart and it will be the reunion of the group of friends she had there until a
tragedy tore them apart and scattered them into the wind. Now, back together as
adults, there are secrets and resentments struggling to come out into the open
and everyone instantly reverts to their roles in the group: Maze was the
leader, Cat was the den mother, Heather was the baby sister and Walker was
their man of mystery. But life has given each of them hard knocks and as
changed them all in some way as Maze and Cat must figure out if they can
salvage their friendship or end it permanently and can Maze act on her
attraction to Walker that never really went away? When can the past that needs
healing tear them all apart or will it heal and become stronger? Family isn’t
just blood but what you make of it.
THE
FOREVER GIRL
introduces the readers to four friends who scattered after a fall out that
broke their once strong group into he winds. Maze is back in Wildstone for
Catherine’s wedding and Cat is determined to heal her family from childhood.
What IO love about Jill Shalvis’s books is how family and friendships play an
important part within the story and the characters that revolve around that
theme are so diverse and unique. I loved all the Wildstone books and I got to
say this one just melted my heart more than once. The storyline flowed
smoothly, and the characters just are spot on, beautifully written and leap off
the pages. There is a bit of romance, yes but for the most part, the author
centers on the family these four made with one another and how to heal those
rifts that continue to cause them pain.
THE
FOREVER GIRL
is delightful, the characters really melted my heart and captured it and I got
to say, the author does an amazing job capturing all these unique personalities
within the book. They are all so different yet work so well together. They gave
some depth to the story and kept it flowing smoothly. If you never read a
Wildstone book, don’t worry as each book stands alone within the series and you
won’t need to read the past books, but I do recommend you do as they all are
delightful. If you love family, friendship and more then I highly recommend
this series to you and in particular, THE FOREVER GIRL. I cannot wait to see
where she goes next in the Wildstone series and look forward to more by this
author.
This
is an objective review and not an endorsement.
CHAPTER 1
Now
ou’ve got this, Cat told
herself. But note to self: she so did not in fact have this. Her nerves had
taken over—her own fault, of course. She’d done a thing. A big thing. And
though her heart had been in the right place when she’d done that thing,
butterflies were revolting in her gut, telling her she’d be the only one who’d
see it that way. It was times like this that she missed Michael the most,
because he would’ve been her ally in this, she was sure. Back then, even at
half her height and weight, he’d been her shadow. The cutest shadow on the
planet. Over time, she’d gotten used to being without him, but it’d never
gotten easier.
Twin piglet-like snorts distracted her, and she looked down at
her fiancé’s “babies.” The pug brothers had huge buggy black eyes and little
round bodies and vibrated like they needed their batter- ies changed. Roly was
black and Poly tan, both with black faces, black curly tails, and little black
feet.
They snorted at her until she gave in and scooped them up, one
in each arm, having to smile at their smushed-in faces. “Okay, guys, listen up.
We’ve got a lot to do today.” She took a good, hard look around the old cabin
that had been in her family’s possession since the early 1900s. It sat right on
Rainbow Lake, about twenty minutes outside of Wildstone, a small ranching
community on California’s central coast. She had a lot of good memories here:
visiting her grandparents, learning to swim . . . she’d even run away here a
few times in her dramatic teens.
Her grandparents were gone, and her parents now lived in South
Carolina, where both of them were college professors. They were thinking of
selling this place, but had agreed to let her live here until her wedding. At
least that was the official reason. The unofficial one was that she was losing
her collective shit and had needed the safety net.
The problem was that there were still a few vital pieces missing
from the puzzle of Caitlin’s life: the most important pieces, the corner
pieces, the ones you couldn’t do without. And since Michael was an angel
now—and damn, her heart still squeezed painfully every time she thought about
him, which was a lot— she was really counting on the wedding to bring
the other vital pieces back to her. Those pieces named Heather, Walker, and
Maze.
The estrangement between them all felt like a huge, gaping hole.
It’d started at Michael’s grave three years ago and had only gotten worse.
Hence the thing she’d done.
No one was going to thank her. And it was entirely possible it
would all blow up in her face. But she’d had to try. Just thinking about it had
the butterflies in her belly escaping and taking flight in her nervous system,
giving her the shakes. But that might
have been the five cups of coffee
she’d consumed. She set down the pugs, much to their snorting,
squealing dis- pleasure,
and got to it. Running
around like a madwoman for the next few hours, she changed the sheets on the beds in the spare bedrooms, swept the wood floors, washed
the towels so they’d smell fresh . . . all while fielding call after call from her boss, Sara.
Cat managed the Wildstone deli that Sara owned. Cat also made all the hot food, which was actually the
only part of her job she enjoyed, because the deli itself was a nightmare.
She’d taken three weeks off for the wedding, but Sara, who’d missed her calling as the passive-aggressive queen of
the universe, had been in contact almost every day in the guise of needing
something, while really just wanting Caitlin to
know of her every little mistake or misstep.
So when her phone buzzed in her pocket yet again while Cat was
folding clothes in the laundry room, she ignored it.
“Caitlin?” came Dillon’s voice. “Can you bring me my laptop?”
She transferred another load into the dryer, turned it on, blew
a stray hair off her sweaty face, and poked her head out of the laundry room to
find Dillon sitting on the couch in the living room, feet up on the coffee
table, Roly and Poly curled up on his lap.
“Are you kidding me?”
He flashed her the charming smile that had caught both her
attention and her heart a year ago. “Sorry,” he said. “But my ankle’s bothering
me again. Do you mind?”
Hard to, when
his twisted ankle was actually her fault. She’d seen a Cosmo post online
titled “The Top Ten Ways to Spruce Up Your Sex Life.” Feeling ambitious, she’d
gone with number one: “Seduce Your Man in the Shower.” What could she say? The
illustrations had looked intriguing.
Turned out attempting
intriguing things in the shower was dangerous.
Feeling
guilty, she ran up the stairs and got his laptop, stopping to straighten out
the mess he’d left on the desk. When she got back downstairs, he was standing
at the front door with his golf bag slung over his shoulder.
“What
are you doing?” she asked.
“Just got a call from Mom. Her golf date bailed and she needs me
to do the back nine with her.”
“But
your ankle.”
“We’ve
got a cart.” He handed her the pugs.
Juggling the
soft sausage loaves while trying to avoid the inevitable face kisses—a big
no-thank-you, since they had a fondness for licking each other’s butts—she
stared at Dillon. “You said that you’d be here to meet my family and have
dinner with us.”
“Babe.” His face softened. “I’m your
family. Me and my mom, and your parents.”
“You know
that’s only technically true,” she protested. She and Heather and Walker and
Maze might not be blood, but they were something even deeper. A self-made
family, and yeah, okay, maybe it was a very dysfunctional one, but it felt more
real than anything else in her life.
“Come on,”
Dillon said, putting his hands on her hips and giving her a frustrated smile.
“When’s the last time you heard from Maze or Heather”—he set a finger against
her lips when she tried to speak—“where you didn’t contact them first. I mean,
have they offered to help you with the wedding? They’re in it—you insisted on
them over your local friends—so . . . where have they been?”
She could
admit that he had a point. They hadn’t been together since their fight in front
of Michael’s grave. Heather had vanished, just gone dark for a whole year
before suddenly responding to Caitlin’s texts again as if nothing had happened.
But she still hadn’t been back to Wildstone and wouldn’t give Caitlin much in-
formation other than that she was okay and “working on things.” Whatever that
meant.
Caitlin
hadn’t seen Maze either, and not for a lack of trying. But they’d texted and
had a few strained calls. And to give Maze credit, she always responded when
Caitlin reached out, even with her busy life that was now in Santa Barbara, two
hours south of Wildstone.
But Caitlin had, however,
seen Walker. Sparingly, but he’d been gone on the job nearly nonstop the past
three years. She missed him. She missed all of them and wanted them back
together.
And as the self-appointed bossy older sister
of the fam, she was determined—and, okay, also slightly desperate—to make it
hap- pen. And yeah, maybe, maybe, she’d rushed her wedding along,
knowing it was the one thing that could bring her siblings of the heart back
together. She couldn’t help herself. For whatever rea- son, the four of them
had synced and melded into a core family that long-ago year, but they were
losing each other, and that scared her. She’d already lost Michael; hell if
she’d lose the others too. She needed this so badly she couldn’t even explain
it to Dillon. But the truth was the last time she’d felt vibrantly alive had
been when they’d all been in her life, and she was just
desperate enough to play with fate to make it happen.
“Please stay,
Dillon.”
He studied
her face and sighed, his eyes lit with affection as he cupped her jaw. “I
promised Mom, but I’ll get back asap. Take care of my babies?”
It was the
best she was going to get, so she nodded. He brushed a nice, warm kiss across
her lips, and then he was gone.
From THE
FOREVER GIRL by Jill Shalvis, published by William Morrow. Copyright © 2021 by
Jill Shalvis. Reprinted courtesy of HarperCollinsPublishers https://www.harpercollins.com/products/the-forever-girl-jill-shalvis?variant=32218755694626
