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You need to stop all this yoga crap and find your inner badass again.
Old love. New Love. A love you wish would just die.
A kinder, gentler Lilly? Small-town lawyer Lilly Atkins has calmed down. She's doing yoga, her hair is relatively tame, and she hasn't shot anyone in a while. But with bad boy Cash Stetson out of rehab, former FBI agent-turned-attorney Spencer Locke dogging her steps and a ghost from her past who just won't go away, her trigger finger is starting to itch.
When cattle rustlers hit a little too close to home, and she's forbidden to investigate, the only thing to do is get up off the yoga mat and grab her gun. Will Lilly stay zen? Or get her groove back?
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Dear Miss Lily - I'm leaving you. I'm moving on, because you can't seem to do so. The first book left me at "enjoyable, but dang, this woman has issues". Book two left me at "she really needs to let this stuff go". Book three left me completely worn out from sitting through therapy sessions that I'm not getting paid to do, nor do I get the opportunity to interact. It's sad - your author has created some fun and interesting characters who inevitably circle back to telling you to get over yourself, pull yourself up, and get back to your badass self. Which you don't do. And then I get to listen to why. I can appreciate that writing can be therapeutic, even cathartic. That's your own journey. We, the public, burning a credit for a little escapism, would appreciate a little more misadventure and a whole lot less personal angst. My best to you, darlin' - but we're done.