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Waylaid
Sarina Bowen
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Release date July 20, 2021
It’s a tale as old as time: the bad boy meets the good girl. He makes a daring proposition. Then the boy gets a mysterious head injury and loses a year of his life…
The first time I meet Rickie, I don’t know what to make of him. The second time we meet, he doesn’t remember the six hours we spent together. Or standing me up afterward.
I’m not the same, either. I’ve got secrets. I’ve told lies. Bad boys aren’t my type, anyway. Even the ones with troubled gray eyes.
But now we’re roommates. Cue the awkward moments in the hallway when he’s wearing only a towel and a smile. He’s determined to win me over, and his talented hands weaken my resolve.
It’s all fun and games until my past rears its ugly head and his secrets come to light, shaking our fragile connection, maybe even breaking it…
Note: this is Daphne Shipley's story. Contents include Vermonty ice cream flavors, nerdy awkwardness, tattoos, and a playboy grandpa.
Daphne Shipley is the no-nonsense, feisty, prickly, intelligent twin. She has been through some recent events that have derailed her school plans and sent her home to the family farm and she has become a transfer student at the nearby college.
Rickie Ralls is a military brat and her twin brother's roommate who is working the Shipley Farm over the summer. He is flirty, snarky, charming, entertaining, and determined to win Daphne over. But Daphne seems to be holding a grudge.
There is a lot more to Rickie's story that Daphne does not know. And even more that he is not aware of.
Tentative friends. Undeniable attraction. Two lost souls in need of care and understanding. And secrets ready to come out from their past and bite back.
This one is flirty, feisty, and fun, but also has some serious emotional situations and mystery running through it that gradually unravels. It brings back some of our beloved Shipleys. I always fall right back into this series when I open a book. Their lives both got derailed by events but eventually, it led them on a path together that was just where they needed to be.
Rickie was such a complex character. He comes off as fun and outgoing, but is harboring anger, deep hurts, and issues that made him feel unworthy. He broke my heart at times. He had deep-rooted self-worth issues, fears, and phobias and he does not know exactly why. He was constantly seeking answers to try to understand his past so he could move on. And Daphne had some major trust issues and had walls to break down. She was trying to rebuild her own life as well. So these two really needed someone to understand, accept, and fight for them and with them so they could hope to embrace brighter new futures. So this one brings both the fun and the feels.
Tentative friends. Undeniable attraction. Two lost souls in need of care and understanding. And secrets ready to come out from their past and bite back.
This one is flirty, feisty, and fun, but also has some serious emotional situations and mystery running through it that gradually unravels. It brings back some of our beloved Shipleys. I always fall right back into this series when I open a book. Their lives both got derailed by events but eventually, it led them on a path together that was just where they needed to be.
Rickie was such a complex character. He comes off as fun and outgoing, but is harboring anger, deep hurts, and issues that made him feel unworthy. He broke my heart at times. He had deep-rooted self-worth issues, fears, and phobias and he does not know exactly why. He was constantly seeking answers to try to understand his past so he could move on. And Daphne had some major trust issues and had walls to break down. She was trying to rebuild her own life as well. So these two really needed someone to understand, accept, and fight for them and with them so they could hope to embrace brighter new futures. So this one brings both the fun and the feels.
Daphne is the Shipley twin who has a bright future ahead of her with grand plans including the prestigious Harkness U. But when her plans change suddenly, she finds herself back home the summer before her senior year making plans to transfer schools. No one knows what caused her change of heart, but she has some things to figure out before the Fall term begins.
Ricky Ralls knows a thing or two about having plans change, but he can’t remember what happened to cause his plans to change. He is living with the Shipleys for the summer, working on the farm to pass the time. He is strongly attracted to his best friend’s sister, but can’t seem to get her to pay him much attention.
As the summer progresses and they spend more time together, they form a fragile friendship that Ricky continues to hope will turn into something else. But Daphne’s secrets can’t stay secret forever, and Ricky’s past is just as secretive (even to him).
I loved watching the friendship build between these two. Though Ricky doesn’t have a memory of it, they met before he came to Shipley farm and once Daphne realizes he doesn’t remember, it paves the way for her taking down some of her walls. I couldn’t help but love the way he pursued her, letting her dictate the pace but not letting her hide completely.
I also had the pleasure of listening to the audio version of this book. The narrators knocked the telling of the story out of the park and made these two come alive. I was listening in every spare moment I could in order to find out what was happening with Daphne and Ricky’s story.
Their secrets played a big role in their circumstances and choices over the summer and I couldn’t help but want to know everything about what had happened to each of them. Daphne is guarded about her secrets, and Ricky doesn’t remember his, but the journey they take to put their pasts behind them was an adventure to read.
This was a fun return to the Shipley family. I loved getting to know Daphne, and learning everything that was going on with her that had been hinted about prior. I always love these Vermonty stories and this was no exception!
I read all the way to the highway exit, but I only get halfway through the first article. It’s dense and full of statistical analysis that’s over my head.
By the time Rickie rolls down the exit ramp, I feel the onset of a full-blown case of imposter syndrome. Dr. Drummond is expecting me to be sharp. What if they ask me to work on this type of analysis, and I can’t do it?
“I see the ice cream place,” Rickie says. “But there’s no entrance back onto the highway. What the hell?”
“Doesn’t matter,” I mumble. “It’s three miles down a side road to exit 6.” I close the journal with a sigh. I feel so panicky right now. I’ve always tried to be the smartest girl in the room. But it’s all an act. I’m obviously the worst kind of dunce—the kind that can’t see her own mistakes until it’s way too late. (See: the last twelve months of my life.)
Is it normal to have a midlife crisis right before your twenty-first birthday?
Rickie rolls into the gravel parking lot of the Dreamy Creemee and puts the truck in a shady spot. He rolls down the windows before killing the engine. It’s getting toward dinner hour, so there aren’t many people here. Just a couple of moms pushing toddlers on the swing set.
And I’m quietly having a panic attack in the passenger seat.
I take a slow but shaky breath. Do I even want ice cream? Is there a flavor on that signboard that could take me out of my own head? I reach for the door handle, but Rickie stops me.
“Look," he says. "About that time we shared a ride home from Connecticut...”
“No,” I say forcefully. If he makes me relive that embarrassing experience, I might lose my cool. “Just forget it, okay? So what if you ghosted me?”
His eyes widen. But my rant is only picking up steam.
“None of that matters. I didn’t even blame you. And the only way I'm going to make it through this year is if I put Connecticut behind me, okay? Just leave it alone.”
My voice cracks on that last word, and I realize that I might actually cry. Which is a thing I never do. But Harkness College was my dream, and I blew it. My damn eyes get hot and my throat constricts.
“S-so just forget it," I squeak. “It's already in the past. It can just stay there.”
Rickie's gray eyes are soft now. And they're moving closer. To my utter surprise, he leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips.
So soft, my brain sputters.
“Shh,” he says against my lips. His kiss is warm and unhurried. Like a ray of sunshine when you’re shivering.
For once, my squirrel brain forgets to scurry. And I just let it happen. He kisses me again. It’s still gentle. His bright eyes measure me. I don’t know what he sees. But whatever it is, he decides he likes it.
Those soft lips brush and press. Again. And I'm only human. Rickie's surprisingly tender kiss has caught me at a vulnerable moment. I lean in, experimenting with the slide and pressure of his mouth against mine. A sizzle of heat flashes across my skin. It’s the strangest sensation—as if he’s transferred an ounce of that devil-may-care attitude across the steering column and right into my soul. I drink him in, lips parted. Ready for him to take it further.
But then it ends. Rickie sits back, his head cocked to the side, as if in deep contemplation.
I’m bereft. “Wh-what was that for?” I stammer.
I expect a smirk. But his expression remains soft. “You seemed a little freaked. So I brought you to an ice cream place on a hot summer’s day. But that wasn’t enough, apparently. You needed even more distraction. So I gave it to you. And I’m good at that. A real specialist.”
Replying is impossible. All I can do is sit here and try to process that kiss. That lovely kiss.
Sarina Bowen is the award-winning author of more than thirty contemporary novels. She has hit the USA Today bestseller's list sixteen times and counting. Formerly a derivatives trader on Wall Street, Sarina holds a BA in economics from Yale University.
Sarina is a New Englander whose Vermont ancestors cut timber and farmed the north country since the 1760s. Sarina is grateful for the invention of indoor plumbing and wi-fi during the intervening 250 years. She lives with her family on a few wooded acres in New Hampshire.
Sarina's books are published in a dozen languages on four continents.
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