Ryan McCallister is ready to come home and put the heartbreak of his first love behind him. But when he returns after teaching abroad, the home he once knew isn’t quite ready for him. The woman Ryan once loved is living with his brother; his friends have moved on; and his new landlady, Eva Romero, seems determined not to like him.
But Ryan likes Eva. A lot.
It doesn’t matter that Eva has a six-year-old son and a troubled ex-husband; when Ryan’s with her, everything makes sense. Eva isn’t convinced she’s ready to take another chance on love, but Ryan’s determined to show her he’s worth the risk.
A heart-warming, sweet, emotionally-charged romance about second chances and self-worth and how you should never give up on the person who rocks your world, no matter how difficult the circumstances. Tell Me That You’re Mine is an addictive page-turner that you won’t be able to put down.
Swoon over Ryan, empathise with Eva, and go gag-gag for little Diego.
It feels like I’ve been waiting for this book forever, when it hasn’t actually been too long. I fell in love with this series with book one, Tell Me How This Ends, and the complicated love triangle between brothers Jude and Ryan and the lovely Lizzie. If you haven’t read that book yet, stop reading this review and go grab a copy NOW! You won’t be disappointed. It is one of the best books I have ever read, and it still occupies a very special place in my heart. It was as if Victoria took everything I love in a book and wrote it just for me.
So, heading into Ryan’s story, I was excited but also a little nervous, wondering if I had built it up too much in my head and praying it lived up to my expectations. Thankfully, it did that, and more!
I was already in love with sweet, shy Ryan and hoping for his HEA because he so deserved it. It was awkward and tense when he first lands back on American soil, and I was cringing as I was reading because it felt so real. Lizzie is just an awesome human being. Seriously, she was so considerate of both their feelings and she always knew the right thing to say.
We had already been introduced to Eva and her adorable son, Diego, in book two. Eva has had it tough but she’s strong-willed and self-sacrificing and determined to give her son the best start in life. I could relate to her and how she fought against her feelings for Ryan because she didn’t want to drag him into her mess and she was worried over how Diego would react.
Perhaps I’m mean-spirited, but I found it very difficult to muster any sympathy for her ex. He had a mental health illness so I should have been more charitable but I just wanted him to drop off the face of the earth and leave our couple alone. I understood how hard it was for Eva to completely cut all ties with him, but my heart ached for Ryan. He needed to be someone’s number one and I was hurting when he was hurting but so proud of him for putting himself first and doing the right thing.
His father is a shit. What an ass. I loved how Ryan spoke his mind and got it off his chest. I just wish that we saw the part where he told Jude about that.
All works out great in the end, and I cried tears of joy at the epilogue – it was so beautiful.
Victoria is a fantastic writer and the words seem to flow effortlessly across the page. It is lyrical and descriptive without bogging the reader down in unnecessary detail and it never disturbs the consistent pace. What I love most though is her ability to make her characters come alive. And I get all the feels reading her books. While this wasn’t as angsty as the first book, it is definitely emotional and it will tie your insides into knots at times (in a good way.)
Anyway, I’ll end the embarrassing gushing right now before I ramble on too much. Just know this is a great book, and a great series, and you need to start with the first book to really enjoy the experience.
Another show stopper, Victoria. Please keep them coming!
Thanks to the publisher and Barclay PR for supplying an ARC of this book. I am voluntarily reviewing same.
It’s feels like an eternity since I’ve been home. In reality, it’s only been a year.
My slow walk to the house is surreal. The lawn is as pristine as ever, each blade of grass shorn the same height by Jude’s meticulous mowing. The red geraniums I planted years ago are thriving. And the dent in the porch rail, caused by my foot accidentally connecting with the wood, is still visible. But I don’t remember the house being this uninspiring shade of blue, or the crack on the front stoop being this wide. This house, this city, used to be my whole world. It seemed a lot bigger then.
Discordance skitters over my spine: what should be familiar is foreign, relief mingles with anxiety. Time snaps and contracts as I knock on the front door, and suddenly it seems like an hour since I left. A nanosecond.
The door swings open, and the reason for my hasty departure is staring at me. She’s as pretty as I remember—maybe more, damn her. Green eyes that used to flutter when I kissed her, full lips that whispered confidences in my ear.
Now, her face is frozen in a hostess’ smile. Her fingers worry the bottom button of her pink cardigan and the threads begin to loosen. She doesn’t know what to do because she wasn’t expecting me. I guess it wasn’t nice showing up a day early.
“Ryan. You’re home.”
Home. Does she mean mine or hers?
I had almost forgotten what Lizzie’s voice sounded like, but its husky depth brings the memories of the six months we spent loving each other rushing back.
Well, I had been loving her. She’d been falling in love with my brother.
I wait for my heart to ache, but there’s only a small twinge. That’s a surprise. In my mind, this was all so much more dramatic and intense. Hard stares and pinched lips. A little social awkwardness seems so mundane by comparison.
And then the door swings open wider and Jude is there. My pulse stops—doesn’t slow, just ceases to exist for a second. Leave it to him to bring the fireworks.
Like the house, Jude seems smaller than I remember. Or maybe that’s because he has gone expressionless, his discomfort hard-crashing him. His hands dig into his pockets, searching for an anchor, pulling his shoulders into a hunch. It takes a lot to knock Jude off his game. Glad to see I can still have that effect on him.
When he opens his mouth, no sound comes out. It’s unusual for me to have to step up and be the better man when I’m around my big brother. But today is that day.
About the Author:
Victoria De La O is the award-winning and RITA®-nominated author of the Tell Me romance trilogy, including Tell Me How This Ends. A native of California’s Silicon Valley, she spends time hanging out with her family, arguing about films, and practicing Wonder Woman spins, She loves talking to readers, so find her at www.victoriadelao.com.
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