Series: The Walshes #2
Published by Vesper Press on 18th November 2014
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
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Some lines are meant to be crossed.
That hair. That fucking hair. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice.
Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston's crumbling buildings.
My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, hot yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.
Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.
Reviewed by Kelly
*I received an e-copy of this book in exchange for a review*
The Space Between is book 2 in The Walshes series but it’s the first one I’ve read (all the books in the series stand alone so it’s fine to read them out of order) and I *really* enjoyed it so I’ll definitely be reading more! I think we picked well for this month’s BBBC pick!
The Walsh family have to be my favourite fictional family right now. They were snarky, witty, honest and oh so sexy. *Mr Patrick Walsh, I’m looking at you with that sexy comment* Kate Canterbary got their family dynamic and relationships just right and her writing style left me wanting more.
Andy Asani is a college graduate with a passion for architecture and dreams of interning under Patrick Walsh, the man whose architectural career she has followed throughout her years in college. When that dream becomes a reality sparks fly and sexual tension mounts. But Patrick’s her boss…and Andy has to fight her growing attraction to him.
Patrick Walsh is the eldest of the 6 Walsh siblings and equally as messed up as the rest of them, thanks to their father and his aggressiveness, alcoholism and his ability to completely screw up and screw over his children. Patrick has a lot of baggage to deal with and doesn’t let people past his grumpy exterior very often. Then Andy Asani walks in to his office to interview for an internship. He immediately likes what he sees. Patrick is going to be Andy’s boss and mixing business with pleasure is all kinds of wrong…but how long can he fight his feelings for?
So, as I said, I really liked the Space Between. I loved strong, independent Andy, although her constant rejection of Patrick at the start had me shouting at her in frustration! I liked her passion for her work and how she had such strong career goals – definitely something to be admired. I also liked her quirky love for patterned knee socks. I have to get some! Now, about Patrick. I loved that he was really a gentle, loving guy underneath the tough exterior. My heart ached for him and his siblings as I read what they had endured at the hands of their father. And I loved that he laid everything on the line to be with Andy. Where can I get myself a Mr Walsh?
One more thing to say is that I also really enjoyed the secondary story running through this book, the story of the Walsh family home. The mysteries surrounding that house and the trauma that the Walsh siblings had endured there.
If you’re not already familiar with Kate Canterbary and the Walsh family, you need to remedy that as soon as possible. Kate’s writing is detailed and passionate and her characters are strong, snarky and, above all else, REAL.
“You’ve been staring at me for two hours.” Andy crossed her arms over her chest as she leaned against the sink. It was an observation delivered with the same tenor she used to order an iced green tea. Lemon, no sweeteners.
God, I wanted her. I wanted all of her, and I knew at that moment I’d give up most anything to get out of my Bermuda Triangle and have her.
“Yeah, I was wondering…did you decide if you have room in your weekend for fried clams?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“When will you know?” I asked.
“When you tell me why you have me under surveillance.”
I glanced at the expanse of bare skin from the plunging neckline of her sweater up to her jaw, and I remembered the way her body reacted to my teeth on her ear. Setting my beer bottle down, I pushed away from the wall and approached Andy until we were a breath apart.
I shrugged. “I stare because you don’t give me much else.” My knuckles grazed her upper arm and I waited for her to push me away or tell me to stop.
“You walked away from me,” she said hotly, her head cocked.
That’s how she saw it? Fantastic.
I lifted my hands to her face and kissed her, pouring all of my frustration and misery and desire into the tangle of our lips. I tasted the tart cherriness of Andy. My hands went to her hair, angling her head to take more, taste more, tell more. I needed her to know everything I wasn’t able to put into words, all the things I couldn’t explain or understand myself.
It wasn’t enough to weave my fingers through her hair and consume her mouth. I wanted her skin in my hands. Her waist was slim and silken where my fingers kneaded her beneath her sweater. She must have craved the same contact because her fingers slipped between my sweater and shirt. As she pried open the buttons of my shirt, her touch was a searing reminder of what I missed this past week.
Breaking our connection, I gazed into Andy’s heated eyes and smiled when I saw her beautiful and flustered. She was different, at once dark and light, and a warm flush hinted at her cheeks.
“There you are,” I whispered, my hands framing her face, my thumbs stroking her delicate cheekbones.