Now the question is, did Southern Heart top my love of Southern Sunrise? I mean, I gave Sunrise 5 stars, so it's not like I can go any higher than that.
Fellow romance readers, I FREAKING LOVED Southern Heart. I want more of Chelsea and Mayson. Also, there is a scene with Savannah that darn near had me in tears. When she said what she said, my heart was feeling it. AHHH!
If you've read any of the Southern series books, then you already know that there is a bit of a suspenseful element to the stories. That suspense in Southern Heart was WOW. I kept wondering when the big showdown was going to happen, and when it did, my heart broke. OH NATASHA MADISON! She tortures me. (in all the best ways of course.)
Chances are you're thinking, but Laura what's the story about? Well I can tell you this much. Chelsea has just returned to town after finishing nursing school, and has accepted a job at the local clinic. She doesn't start for a month though, and so tonight she is babysitting at her brother's (Ethan) house. Chelsea has put the kids to bed, and there is a storm happening outside. The power is threatening to go out, and suddenly there is a thump at the door. Chelsea is hesitant, but she opens it up and a man stumbles in. He's been brutally beaten, and he is bleeding. He collapses on the floor and says Ethan's name. Turns out the man is Mayson, a military friend of Ethan's, and he is in need of major help.
I will say, I did give Southern Heart 5 stars as well.
Some secrets have a way of coming back and haunting us, no matter how much we try to bury them.
Chelsea
Coming back home was supposed to be normal.
Not that my life had ever been normal, but it was getting there.
Then I opened the door and found a man—broken, bloodied, and fighting for his life.
I don’t know why, but I said I would take care of him. I had to. Needed to.
He was a mystery, showing up from out of nowhere. But he might have already stolen my heart.
Mayson Carey
The only thing I have ever wanted in my entire life was to forget who I was. Joining the military helped me do this.
Keep your head down and glide through life was my new motto. No strings, no relationships. Nothing.
Everything was working until a knock at the door had me face-to-face with the reason I was running.
So I ran—I fell into her arms, and she fell into my heart, but I know better than to think it’ll last.
Some secrets have a way of coming back and haunting us, no matter how much we try to bury them.