Unlike her adventurous sister, Ruby is perfectly content to let her mind be the wanderlust while her body stays safely in Chicago. Melanie wouldn't be out of touch this long without a damned good reason, though. Which means it's time for a giant step outside her comfort zone.My Thoughts: I'm not quite sure what to think of this book. I feel like there was something missing overall. On one hand, being the first in a series tells me that there's more to come and the rather abrupt ending will have more resolution somewhere down the line. On the other hand, I kept waiting for some sort of conflict to pop up. And I literally mean some sort of conflict. Any sort of conflict. Everything that could have potentially been conflict fizzled out. Even the one big thing that might have caused some sort of rift between our main characters was told in a round-about way that didn't get us up close and personal with the incident.
While Denali National Park is like another planet, the myths and legends that saturate this wild land are right up her alley. The wilderness guide waiting for her-naked in her bed-looks about as safe as a polar bear.
Carson's people are kin to the great beast, right down to the white hair. Before Ruby ever set foot in Alaska, his inner bear knew that Melanie's little sister was his mate. He's doing his level best not to let his primal needs scare her, but everything about her sends his urge to possess her into overdrive.
To his surprise, revealing he's a shifter only stimulates her innate curiosity. Warming her with the perfect fire of their lovemaking, easy. Convincing her that real love isn't a myth-and making her want to stay in his home, his bed, his heart-now, that's a problem . . .
Warning: cozy flannel PJs, a naked shifter, incredible food and some fireside sex hot enough to melt the polar ice caps . . .
As for the characters, I never felt much of a connection to them. Everything that happens comes fast and furious, starting with the first time Carson sees Ruby in person and climbs naked into her bed while she was sleeping (which, quite frankly, I would not have taken half as calmly as she did) right on down to the first time they tangle up the sheets. I'm not saying this is always a bad thing except that I never felt like I really got to know the two of them. They were there. They fell in deep lust with one another. They boinked. End of story.
Even after writing this out, I still don't know how I feel about this book- except that I'm still waiting for something more to happen.
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