



I’ve read a few of J.R. Ward’s books and thought I’d try one by Jessica Bird (same writer, different publisher). I’m very glad I did. It’s got all the emotional punch of J.R. Ward with none of the lessers: 4.5 out of 5.
Take-no-prisoners deal-maker Sean O’Banyon ate Wall Street financiers for lunch. So why was he losing sleep over a fresh-scrubbed nurse in old jeans and a too-big T-shirt? Maybe it was those warm green eyes. Or the way she blushed when he got personal. There was no denying the serious chemistry between them. But sooner or later Lizzie would learn his deep, dark secrets: First, he had trust issues. And second–he’d rather not go into the whole family thing.
He didn’t do relationships . . . but amazingly, Lizzie made him want one anyway.
When Sean learns that his father is dead, he goes to his father’s house to settle the affairs. That’s when he discovers that Lizzie lives in the building. Her view of his father conflicts with his, which initially puts him off, but he can’t get her off his mind.
This book puts Jessica Bird on my autobuy list. I loved the focus on the characters. Sean’s a wounded character, and it’s pretty clear why. Seeing Lizzie discover it added an element of suspense to the read, but it was, in large part, a sweet romance.
Which brings up a point–how similar in style is the book to Ward’s? The answer: it’s not as gritty, there aren’t multiple storylines, and she avoids harsh profanity (which I suspect is a Silhouette requirement). I loved the way she got around that a little with this scene:
A phone started ringing by the bed, but it wasn’t one of hers.
As it went off again, Sean froze then cursed and squeezed his eyes shut.
She cleared her throat. “Ah . . . do you want to get that?”
His answer was a straight, to the point expletive followed by the word no.
Sean jumps to conclusions, which were understandable given the circumstances. I liked that the resolution took time–there’s no quick fix. Lizzie has a few too-good-to-be-true moments. She’s really going to volunteer to work at a shelter on occasion when she needs a paying job? But for the most part, I liked her.
The Billionaire Next Door kept me turning the pages. That’s all I need.