Rory Fowler has taken Sam Miller’s billboard orders for the last two years, but they aren’t to advertise they’re love notes to his wife. Sam’s most recent billboard about his wife’s passing hits Rory hard. When she calls Sam to offer condolences, it sets off an unexpected chain of events that ends with Rory in Sam’s apartment-and his arms.
Reading Sam’s love letters tugs Rory into the romance between him and his estranged, now-deceased, wife. Their lives soon intertwine so completely that Rory wonder how she’ll ever forget the man who makes poetry out of emotions she’s fought to dismiss. And plays her body even more skillfully that he writes love notes.
Consumed by guilt and grief, Sam is shocked by the feelings Rory arouses in him, sexually and otherwise. Now he’s not thinking about yesterday as much as he’s looking forward to tomorrow. He’s just not sure if he’s capable of moving on…or if the woman who helped him find the will to really live again will be by his side.
Title: HEART SIGNS
Author: Cari Quinn
Series: stand alone
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Year of release: 2012, February 3
Source: Bought via Jasmine Jade eBook-Store
Rory Fowler stared at the billboard outside the highway entrance, her foot hovering over the gas.
– the introduction of Sam > I fell for him from the moment he set foot on the page!
– the letters/notes… > all of them were beautiful and heartbreaking but the first one to Rory and the last one in the epilogue were the ones to make me tear up
– the phone sex scene > there are not enough of these scenes in the erotic romances I read!
Rory Fowler is compassionate and witty. She is not a girly girl but more a one of the guys woman. She’s outspoken, unapologetic and direct. I loved Rory as much as I did Sam and Sam was something else!
Sam Miller was fascinating and intriguing even before he set foot on the page. Just from the blurb I was anxious to read his story and get to the bottom of his billboards to his late wife and the self-deprecating view he has of himself. He is morose and guilt-ridden. And it should be known that bald heroes fascinate me even without saying. When I discovered the cover of this book and discovered Sam was bald I knew I had to have this book. (of course it would have gotten it anyway because hey, it’s a Cari Quinn book).
What I loved about Sam and Rory, and actually about all of Cari Quinn’s main characters, is that they aren’t perfect. They have flaws and own up to them. It makes them real and likeable and easy to relate to.
This story grabbed me and intrigued me from the very start. Just like Rory I was curious about Sam’s motive for the billboards and about what happened with and to Dani, Sam’s deceased wife. Within the pages of this book all was disclosed in a great way. It was gradual and with much showing and little telling.
I loved everything about this book but I absolutely adored the notes at the start of every chapter. The notes tell the story without giving it all away too soon. Awesome! Lust at first sight and instant chemistry gradually transforms/evolves into so much more, into a deep, profound love, into two kindred spirits, two soul-mates finding each other.
HEART SIGNS is a fascinating, compelling and heartwarming love story filled with raw emotion and sensual heat. After INSATIABLE, this book has earned Cari Quinn her third perfect 10 from me. The combination of heat and emotion does me in every single time and Cari delivered on both in HEART SIGNS!
“Yes, sorry. I’m still here.” Would he please stop saying her name? She’d do just fine if he didn’t. “Lunch sounds lovely. Where would you like to go?”
Rory. What a weird name for a girl. He still couldn’t fully believe she was a girl, after thinking she possessed XY chromosomes, not XX, all this time. Their email exchanges had never been anything other than friendly and businesslike. But hearing that husky voice pour over his phone line this morning had given him one heck of a jolt. It wasn’t just that she was female. He’d hooked in to that voice and to the woman behind it.
Did lust at first talk exist? Probably not. More fodder for the weird file.
The last thing he cared about at the moment was damages or insurance. For the first time in forever, his skin was on fire, and it wasn’t from the beaming September sun. This was all her. This nameless woman who’d sparked something inside him and set it ablaze without even knowing his goddamn name.
For her sex had always been about a borrowed connection. Wires patched together to make a unit long enough to transmit a message. That shared goal, those stolen moments when nothing else mattered but pleasure. When they ended, so did the link. The electricity faded.
[…]”No fantasy I could make up touches the sound of your classy, deep voice caressing dirty words.” (Rory to Sam)
He’d used the wrong word. Longing didn’t come close. This was why seeing each other in person was so dangerous. One look, one gulp of her with his starved eyes, and she filled so many of the hollows he’d carried for so many months. If he let her, she’d fill the rest. He could be that greedy. Just take, take, take. Why should he have to give when he’d waited so long?
This thing with Rory had grown from the embers of his relationship with Dani and maybe that was why it was doomed to fail. She thought he was some sad, poetic guy with a kitten. Truth was he was a cracked shell around a lot of unglued parts she’d somehow started to help him put back together again.
He wasn’t ready for anything with her. That was a simple, brutal truth she couldn’t ignore any longer. Even if he seemed awful damn ready when he called her every night and panted in her ear, even if he’d tasted ready as hell that afternoon. Sex and shared laughter and long conversations about everything under the sun couldn’t patch up the wounds that only time could stitch back together. She wasn’t a miracle worker. She was just a woman, a little broken and a lot stupid.
He looked at her and then down at the edges of the blanket he’d clutched in his fists. “It’s been a while and God, you’re so sexy I can’t even breathe.” His voice shook to match the rest of him. “If I fuck this up, I’ll get it right, Ror. I promise. Just bear with me, okay?”
“You won’t fuck it up.” Her utter certainty in the face of his fear calmed his jangled nerves. “We’re going to make the most wonderful, incredible, sticky, dirty love that’s ever been made. Got that? Now get up here, Sam Miller, and prove me right.”