There is an entertaining twist in the tale (or should that be tail) early in Sarah Morgan’s new book, New York, Actually – don’t worry, I won’t give any more away but it definitely made me chuckle.
I’ll say right off the bat that I’m an avid reader of her novels and this is, in my opinion, her at her very best.
The characters hook you from the start and it’s so well written that by the end you’re rooting for them both because they feel like friends.
Here’s the blurb:
New York’s most famous agony aunt, she considers herself an expert at relationships…as long as they’re other people’s. The only love of her life is her Dalmatian, Valentine.
A cynical divorce lawyer, he’s hardwired to think relationships are a bad idea. If you don’t get involved, no-one can get hurt. But then he finds himself borrowing a dog to meet the gorgeous woman he sees running in Central Park every morning…
Molly and Daniel think they know everything there is to know about relationships…until they meet each other that is…
It’s fast-paced, emotional, funny, warm, romantic and oh so sexy.
The chemistry between Molly and Daniel is palpable from their first meeting and it just keeps building. It’s thrilling to witness because we also know that underneath it all there are secrets (so many secrets) on both sides that are, eventually, going to come out.
As a dog person, I loved the added dimension of the two pooches – and especially learning more about the humans from the way they interacted with the animals.
While this book follows two new characters and is a standalone, it is number four in the From Manhattan With Love series, which means we also catch up with some familiar faces – as well as try and work out who might feature in her next book (please let it be Fliss and Seth!).
Sarah’s Twitter profile gives a warning: “My books contain optimism and scenes some readers may find uplifting.”
That’s exactly how I felt when I finished. Do yourself a favour and buy it today.
My rating: Five stars.
With thanks to Harlequin UK for the ARC (via NetGalley) in return for my honest opinion.
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