It took me a little to get warmed up to it all but deep down this had a deeper meaning and it was beautiful. It felt more that Donovan was the one chasing a hopeless chase if that makes any sense.

This one was as always just love the H&H in everything Vi writes, somehow they just seem so real, honest and just real! So this one was a cute one when the heroine grabs the wrong luggage and the person holding hers in none other than a handsome man that well, things progressed rather fast as well as the exit.Īutumn is very closed off for reasons but she was very 50/50 to me because of it, I didn’t feel the “love” if you will from her for a long time. Not my first read by the author and well I have read enough to know her style and also have been pre-warned about my ‘personal dislikes’ which I always appreciate so I am prepared and ready. But New York City had eight million people, so what were the chances I’d run into him? Then again, what were the chances I’d run into him a year later…when I’d just started dating his boss? In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often.

My life was too complicated for such a great guy. I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him. So what did I do to repay him for his kindness? He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.ĭid I mention he also did my laundry while I slept? Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice.

Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark. Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy.

A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.ĭonovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange. You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.Īfter checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag. Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.

The Spark by Vi Keeland