The Best is Yet to Come: A Little Creek Love Story
by J.E. Benoit
Publication Date: June 23, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Adaline Reynolds has very little time or desire to worry over her non-existent love life, regardless of what her best friend thinks. Perky Jo’s, the café she inherited from her beloved aunt, has demanded all her time and energy since returning to Little Creek. But that all changes the day a damaged photograph mysteriously shows up at her feet.
When she’s suddenly swept away to find the man in the photo waiting to show her some fun, Adaline’s convinced that she’s finally lost her mind. With no logical explanation for these meetings, she soon finds herself giving in to this charming stranger and feeling more and more like her old, happier self.
As she draws closer to the truth about the man in the photo, will she find who she’s been looking for? Or will she discover that the best is yet to come?
About J.E. Benoit
An avid romance reader, J.E. Benoit soon channeled her love for writing into blogging in order to help spread the love for these stories with others. After spending a few years falling in love with the fictional creations of other authors, she finally decided to try her hand at writing stories of her own. She recently completed her debut novel, The Best is Yet to Come.
She resides in Massachusetts with her husband, two cats, and iguana. When she’s not writing, you can find her with her nose in a book, blogging at The Book Boyfriend Addict or watching reruns of White Collar.
“I promise you Adaline, I will do everything in my power to never hurt you and I’m not walking away. These past few weeks have been some of the best in my life, you… you helped bring me back to life.”
Let’s just get it out of the way and admit I Love this Book!! It’s original and not just your typical romance. This book is one of those books that leaves you believing that regardless of how hard life can be at times, with enough patience and maybe a little help the best can happen for you too.
‘Where did this guy come from? It’s like he’s saying exactly what my heart needs to hear.’
Adaline (Addy) is struggling trying to make her aunts coffee shop a success and to honor her memory for all the wonderful things she did for her. Her luck seems to be on a downward spiral with no upturn in sight. Needing a break from the stress she heads over to the park across the street to her favorite bench trying to make sense of what to do next. A picture appears at her feet and the man in the picture is so breathtakingly handsome that she is compelled to take it with her.
As luck would have it Adaline gets the chance to meet this stranger who captured her attention and trust me when I say you will swoon over him, from his fun-loving personality and ability to make Addy forget about her worries and return to her former happy self. The adventures they go on leave Addy wanting more and looking forward to every time she sees him, although she doesn’t always know when that will be.
“I know we said this was a date, but call me selfish because when we have our real first date I want you all to myself,”
This is where things get interesting and will take you on a twist you won’t see coming. This also leaves me with a limited amount I can say without any spoilers. What I can say is the growth and love the characters have is wonderful. They realize that together they can move past their former heartache and regrets to focus on the future. Of course, it’s never as simple as that, there are ups and downs along with a few setbacks but their love shines through. I highly recommend this book and I can’t wait for what J.E. Benoit has in store for us next!
“Tell me this is real, Adaline. I’ve dreamt of seeing you in my bed so many times, tell my I’m not dreaming now,” he pleads.
Now that I’m close enough to get a good look at the man coming toward me I can clearly see that it’s the man from the picture. I have no idea how my mind conjured this up. This can’t possibly be real.
I want to turn to get the hell out of here, but my feet are rooted to the spot.
“Hi,” the man reaches out to touch my arm but quickly pulls his arm back as if sensing my rising panic. His voice goes soft as he says, “Hey, I didn’t mean to scare you. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“What… How… Who?” I stammer, my brain clearly not able to catch up to the scene unfolding in front of me.
He must be amused by my inability to form a coherent sentence because his eyes light up and he smiles that gorgeous, full-faced smile that I was so drawn to in the picture and sticks his hand out for me to shake, “I’m Ben.”
“Adaline Reynolds, well most people just call me Addy,” I murmur as I hesitantly reach my hand out to shake his, not sure why I just gave him my full name.
I take this moment to study his face as we are locked in what will surely go down as the most awkward handshake in the history of handshakes. I can’t make sense of what’s happening right now, but there’s no denying how attractive Ben is. He’s several inches taller than my modest five foot five-inch height, I’d guess he’s about six feet, and I have to look up to meet his gaze. His eyes are even bluer in person than they were in the photo and his smile, which features perfectly straight, bright white teeth, lights up his entire face and exudes a certain boyish charm. There is a smattering of stubble adorning his square, strong jaw and his dark brown hair, that looks a few weeks past needing a cut, falls over his forehead in a purposefully messy way. He’s dressed simply, in a fitted black t-shirt, faded blue jeans and black Chucks.
I feel a blush creep up my cheeks as I realize that I’ve been staring at him for longer than is probably socially acceptable.
It makes no sense but the longer I am in his presence, the calmer I become. The same friendliness that was there in the picture is even more apparent in person and I feel my body start to relax even if my mind logically can’t figure out what’s happening.
“Well, hi there Adaline. It’s very nice to meet you.”
“You… you too,” I say finally dropping his hand. “I’m sorry, I’m not normally this much of a scatterbrain. It’s just that… well never mind, it’s not important.”
I almost tell Ben about the picture, but even though I have my own doubts about my mental state right about now, there’s no need to go broadcasting it to a perfect stranger. Which reminds me of what Ben said when he first spotted me.
“When you first saw me, you said ‘hey stranger’, like you had been waiting for me,” I absently note, looking up to meet his eyes again.
A wistful expression crosses his face but is replaced by a smile before I can think too much of it.
“In a way, I guess I sort of have been,” he says with a shrug, stuffing his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels, not quite able to make eye contact with me.
Okay, that’s not at all cryptic. What the heck does that even mean?