Author: Jessica Prince
Series: Colors #4
Release Date: January 15, 2016
At sixteen, Harlow Prewitt thought she’d found the love of her life. At seventeen, that love was put to the ultimate test. And at eighteen, it failed completely, shattering her beyond repair.
Leaving behind everything she had ever known, Harlow was determined to start over some place different, some place where memories of the past couldn’t follow. And she was never going back.
Or so she thought.
Noah Murphy has lived a life full of regrets. But Harlow’s unexpected return has given him another chance, and he’s determined to make this one count. Because a love like theirs isn’t something people find more than once in a lifetime. This time he won’t let her go. This time he’ll fight with everything he has. He might have lost her before, but he’ll be damned if he loses her the second time around.
**Wildflower is a STANDALONE Contemporary Romantic Comedy that follows characters introduced in Love Hate Relationship. It is not necessary to read Love Hate Relationship first.**
Jessica Prince has done it again. Wildflower is another work of Romantic Comedy perfection, leaving me with a full heart and a huge grin on my face. Noah and Harlow’s story is one of second chances, forgiveness, and the kind of love that lasts a lifetime. With each book in the Colors series I seem to fall a little harder for the beautifully broken characters and find myself even more addicted to this talented author’s stories. Noah and Harlow have a lot of history between them, which seriously amplified the tension of their story. The resulting emotional vulnerability and powerful chemistry between them spilled from the pages of this book until I couldn’t help but drown in the magic of their connection. Every look, touch, and conversation between Noah and Harlow perfectly captured the depth of their feelings for one another, allowing the reader to experience their journey in a very visceral way. Jessica Prince makes reading effortless, easily captivating me with her vibrant imagery, hilarious banter, and palpable emotions. Wildflower is another huge hit for the Colors series.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure we’re doing dinner now.”
“Call me old fashioned, but I’d prefer our next dinner not be under duress.”
Noah proved to be a complete surprise for me. I didn’t expect to feel so much for him or find myself so smitten by his charming personality and obviously good intentions. He makes it known from the beginning that his heart still belongs to Harlow and his challenge lies in convincing her that he’s not the boy who broke her all those years ago. As Jessica Prince unraveled this complicated man and exposed his flaws, I couldn’t help but be taken with the ways in which he had clearly grown and matured in response to the mess he’d made of his life when they were younger. I found myself cheering for him, despite the mistakes he’d made in the past. Harlow was an incredibly emotional character. She was still very much stuck in the past; unable to deal with the life she left behind or forgive the hurt she’d experienced. Jessica Prince certainly puts this character through her paces, transforming her as the story progresses into someone trusting, forgiving, and open to love again. Harlow was written in a way that encouraged me to connect with her and feel her conflict as my own, allowing me to invest myself wholly in her happily ever after. Neither character had it easy but Jessica Prince developed Noah and Harlow in ways that captured the imperfections, insecurities, and mistakes that make us all undeniably human.
“Oh, dear Lord. I sound like a fucking grownup. And it’s all your fault!”
Wildflower was the perfect balance of humor, heart, and heat. With her witty dialogue and emotional honesty, Jessica Prince made me laugh, cry, and fall in love over and over again. Jessica’s humor is well timed and socially relevant, giving her a voice that felt young and fresh. The storyline in Wildflower was the complete package, serving up just the right amount of heartbreak, steam, lighthearted fun, and romance to leave me desperate for more. The secondary characters were integral parts of Noah and Harlow’s journey. They made Wildflower come to life and added depth to the main characters through their personal relationships. I’m already totally intrigued and anxious for the next couple in the series. Expertly paced and undeniably stirring, Wildflower left me feeling absolutely content and giddy for having devoured another exemplary novel from Jessica Prince. I loved every moment of Noah and Harlow’s story. Wildflower is a must read!
“Fuck you, Bobby Flay! Fuck you straight to hell!” I shouted at the computer as that stupid bastard talked about how easy cooking a turkey was. The son of a bitch was a stupid liar.
As Bobby prattled on about how the skin should be a golden brown and the bird was almost ready to come out of the oven, I had the immense desire to reach through my laptop screen and choke the life out of the dick for being so full of shit.
I pulled the foil back, closing my eyes and shooting up a quick prayer that the turkey had somehow miraculously cooked completely in the five minutes that had passed since I last checked it. Nope, still frozen.
“Cook, you stupid bird! Why won’t you cook? This is what you were born for!”
“Uh… what’s going on?”
I spun around to find Ethan standing in the doorway of the kitchen, a nervous expression on his face. Not that I blamed him for his concern, really. I was sure I looked like a psychopath standing there in Grammy’s lime green apron, congealed mac and cheese stuck in my hair, food covering me from top-to-toe like an abstract painting, turkey baster in hand being wielded like a sword.
The day had started off so well that morning. I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to tackle Thanksgiving dinner like a culinary pro, but somewhere along the way things started going wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong. It was as if the food was fighting back, revolting against the idea of being cooked to delicious perfection. My good mood went right down the drain—along with my metal slotted spoon that I couldn’t get loose from the garbage disposal—and I wanted to punch Thanksgiving in the throat for being an asshole.
“The oven’s broken,” I answered.
“But I just made a frozen pizza last night. It worked fine then.”
“Well it’s broken now!” I shouted, taking all of my anger and frustration out on my poor, unsuspecting little brother.
With hesitant steps, he bravely joined me in the kitchen, standing next to me and studying the old-school nobs on the piece of shit double oven. “Um, Low-Low?”
“You set the temp on the bottom oven, not the top one.” Pulling the door of the bottom oven—the oven notcontaining the turkey—he released a gust of heat to prove his point. “And what’s wrong with that key lime pie?”
“Nothing’s wrong with it,” I gritted through clenched teeth.
“I’m pretty sure it’s not supposed to sink in the middle like that.” Ethan poked at the top of the pie, his face scrunched up in disgust. “And it’s all chunky. Gram’s pies never looked like this.”
I inhaled through my nose, counting to ten in my head before I responded. “Ethan?”
My words were low and measured as I threatened, “If you don’t get out of this kitchen right now, I’m going to shove that chunky pie down your throat and beat you with a frozen turkey leg.”
“I’m out,” he replied wisely before disappearing from the kitchen with the speed of an Olympic sprinter.
Bobby’s voice cut through the sound of blood rushing in my ears. “Now, all that’s left is to carve this baby up and serve it to the family. Mmmm, that’s delicious!”
“Go to hell, you bastard!” I yelled at the screen. “I hope your turkey’s undercooked and you get E. coli and die of dysentery!”
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Don’t miss the rest of the Colors series:
Scattered Colors (Colors #1)
Shrinking Violet (Colors #2)
Love Hate Relationship (Colors #3)
Born and raised around Houston Texas, Jessica spent most of her life complaining about the heat, humidity, and all around pain in the ass weather. It was only as an adult that she quickly realized the cost of living in Houston made up for not being able to breathe when she stepped outside. That’s why God created central air, after all.
In addition to being a wife and mom, she’s also a wino, a coffee addict, and an avid lover of all types of books–romances still being her all time favs. Her husband likes to claim that reading is her obsession but she just says it’s a passion…there’s a difference. Not that she’d expect a boy to understand.
Jessica has been writing since she was a little girl, but thankfully grew out of drawing her own pictures for her stories before ever publishing her first book. Because an artist she is not.