Title: This Time is Different
Author: Mae Wood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 12, 2017
Blurb
Life can
change in a flash.
change in a flash.
Marriage
and a baby wasn’t Amy Forsythe’s college plan. After a shotgun marriage glued
together by her son, she’s convinced that love isn’t meant for her. Now
nearing forty and single for the first time since her senior prom, her friends
are pushing her to date. Her teenager isn’t thrilled by the idea and
neither is Amy.
and a baby wasn’t Amy Forsythe’s college plan. After a shotgun marriage glued
together by her son, she’s convinced that love isn’t meant for her. Now
nearing forty and single for the first time since her senior prom, her friends
are pushing her to date. Her teenager isn’t thrilled by the idea and
neither is Amy.
Silver fox
Thomas Popov isn’t looking for The One. He found her decades ago. And
fell apart when she died. At fifty-three with a new job, a new city, and
an empty nest, he’s focused on climbing the corporate ladder.
Thomas Popov isn’t looking for The One. He found her decades ago. And
fell apart when she died. At fifty-three with a new job, a new city, and
an empty nest, he’s focused on climbing the corporate ladder.
When a rec
league softball accident lands Thomas in Amy’s dental chair, sparks fly.
league softball accident lands Thomas in Amy’s dental chair, sparks fly.
Lightning
doesn’t strike twice. But love might.
doesn’t strike twice. But love might.
This time
is different.
is different.
Four 🎩🎩🎩🎩 hats from Hatter!
This Time is Different is a sweet relaxing escape that will having you grinning from ear to ear. Amy is a divorced mother of a teenager. After getting pregnant unexpectedly and married while in college she’s not looking to start over again when the handsome Thomas lands in her dental chair after a softball accident. Widowed with three grown children Thomas also wasn’t looking to fall in love when he met the beautiful dentist after getting hit in the face during softball. Neither of them were looking for love again, but that didn’t stop love from finding them.
I really enjoyed reading This Time Is Different! It was an easy relaxing afternoon read. I loved taking a break from the usual romance of couples in their twenties and early thirties and getting to have a refreshing escape with a more mature couple. There was no angst, no over the top drama, or misunderstandings. There were two adults learning how to fall in love again. The ease and sweetness between Thomas and Amy made me absolutely adore them.
The only thing I wish I had was more. I wish there was more to the ending. I’d love to see more of how their families adapted to blending together.
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Excerpt
“Mr. Popov! I thought the appointment was for five,” I said,
closing the door to my SUV after spotting him in the parking lot. He was
leaning against his car and tapping on a phone, and his face was still a wreck.
closing the door to my SUV after spotting him in the parking lot. He was
leaning against his car and tapping on a phone, and his face was still a wreck.
“Yeah, it is. I wanted to beat traffic, so I’ve been taking
some calls from your parking lot,” he replied, sliding the phone into his suit
pants pocket. Silver hair, light blue dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves,
showcasing his muscular forearms. Someone plays a lot of softball.
some calls from your parking lot,” he replied, sliding the phone into his suit
pants pocket. Silver hair, light blue dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves,
showcasing his muscular forearms. Someone plays a lot of softball.
“Okay, well, Jana should be here soon and then I can take a
quick peek and you’l be on your way.”
quick peek and you’l be on your way.”
“No rush. And please, call me Thomas,” he said.
“Only if you’ll call me Amy.”
“Nice to meet you, Amy.”
He extended his hand, a friendly smile lighting up his face.
The bruise was healing nicely, but the impact point was still purple with a
large halo of yellow. It was mainly obscured by his salt and pepper scruff. I
didn’t blame him for not shaving. Except for his lip, the skin hadn’t broken.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t any less tender from the trauma. In fact, I was
impressed that he was able to smile through the ache.
The bruise was healing nicely, but the impact point was still purple with a
large halo of yellow. It was mainly obscured by his salt and pepper scruff. I
didn’t blame him for not shaving. Except for his lip, the skin hadn’t broken.
But that didn’t mean it wasn’t any less tender from the trauma. In fact, I was
impressed that he was able to smile through the ache.
“And you, Thomas,” I replied, hoisting my purse up my
shoulder and clasping his hand. I expected a couple of quick businesslike
pumps. What I got was different. His hand was big and warm and soft, making me
feel delicate, but before I could process what was different, before I could
categorize it into neat little bullet points—
shoulder and clasping his hand. I expected a couple of quick businesslike
pumps. What I got was different. His hand was big and warm and soft, making me
feel delicate, but before I could process what was different, before I could
categorize it into neat little bullet points—
“I’m here already. Just noticed you. Y’all are early,” called
Jana from the office’s bright red front door.
Jana from the office’s bright red front door.
As I pulled my head out of the clouds, where I’d just begun
to wonder how soft the rest of his skin was, I started to withdraw my hand. But
not before he gave a little squeeze. Was that a wink?
to wonder how soft the rest of his skin was, I started to withdraw my hand. But
not before he gave a little squeeze. Was that a wink?
“Amy, real quick.”
“Yeah?”
“Will you have dinner with me? I’ve got a table at Brooklyn
Bridge at six thirty. And I hear good things about the lobster ravioli and
tiramisu.”
Bridge at six thirty. And I hear good things about the lobster ravioli and
tiramisu.”
The heat that had been building in me quickly cooled. I
hated pity dates. I hated when my friends shoved men into my path and hoped for
the best. The only one ever truly happy was the friend doing the shoving. And
I’d had enough pity from men to last my lifetime. Being alone was better than
being pitied.
hated pity dates. I hated when my friends shoved men into my path and hoped for
the best. The only one ever truly happy was the friend doing the shoving. And
I’d had enough pity from men to last my lifetime. Being alone was better than
being pitied.
“Did Diana ask you to do this?” I inquired, narrowing my
eyes at him, trying to discern his true intention behind his offer of my
favorite meal.
eyes at him, trying to discern his true intention behind his offer of my
favorite meal.
“No. Though she told me what restaurant. So, that’s a yes?”
She didn’t con him into asking me out? It just didn’t make
sense. Men didn’t ask me out because they wanted to. Men asked me out because
they were obligated to. “That’s a—”
sense. Men didn’t ask me out because they wanted to. Men asked me out because
they were obligated to. “That’s a—”
“Yes. Let that be a yes,” he said, another gentle squeeze on
my hand that I thought I’d pulled away. Maybe he honestly did want to go on a
date with me.
my hand that I thought I’d pulled away. Maybe he honestly did want to go on a
date with me.
“And tiramisu?” I asked, testing the waters with my toe.
“Of course. And whatever else you want.”
A smile tickled at the corners of my mouth. Was he
propositioning me? God, really? Me, mother of a seventeen-year-old being
propositioned?
propositioning me? God, really? Me, mother of a seventeen-year-old being
propositioned?
“They have a nice wine selection,” I said, wading further
into the waters to see whether his eyes fell—a clear sign that Diana had pushed
him into taking me out—or whether they lit up because he wanted to have dinner
with me. In the three years since I’d started going on occasional dates, I
hadn’t seen much light.
into the waters to see whether his eyes fell—a clear sign that Diana had pushed
him into taking me out—or whether they lit up because he wanted to have dinner
with me. In the three years since I’d started going on occasional dates, I
hadn’t seen much light.
“There you go. We’ll have wine.” And there was light in his
gray blue eyes. “Thank you.”
gray blue eyes. “Thank you.”
“Thank you?” My head spun. He was asking me on a date
because he wanted to. Not because someone had pressured him into it. Or that he
felt like he had to take me out. I honestly wasn’t sure if that had ever
happened to me before. And I meant ever.
because he wanted to. Not because someone had pressured him into it. Or that he
felt like he had to take me out. I honestly wasn’t sure if that had ever
happened to me before. And I meant ever.
“Thanks for taking pity on an old man.”
“Oh, hush your mouth,” I said, letting go of his hand,
resettling my purse on my shoulder and turning toward the office. “Let’s see if
you’re ready to eat that lobster ravioli.”
resettling my purse on my shoulder and turning toward the office. “Let’s see if
you’re ready to eat that lobster ravioli.”
As I checked his teeth and gums and lips for healing, I got
caught up in his eyes. Thick dark lashes rimmed the soft gray blue.
caught up in his eyes. Thick dark lashes rimmed the soft gray blue.
“Whaaa?” he asked, around my fingers, and I remembered where
I was—paused with my hands in my patient-turned-date’s mouth. Blue gloves, yoga
pants, a lightweight hoodie over a blue tank top, and whatever random pile I
swept my hair up into for my post-Pilates shower at the gym. Yeah, no fairy
godmothers here. But at least I’d taken that shower.
I was—paused with my hands in my patient-turned-date’s mouth. Blue gloves, yoga
pants, a lightweight hoodie over a blue tank top, and whatever random pile I
swept my hair up into for my post-Pilates shower at the gym. Yeah, no fairy
godmothers here. But at least I’d taken that shower.
“Looks good, Mr. Popov. I mean, Thomas,” I said, swiveling
on the stool, stripping off the blue gloves and tossing them in the bin. “The
lip looks good. Your gums are healing nicely and the teeth have firmed up. No
discoloration or signs of stress. You got lucky.”
on the stool, stripping off the blue gloves and tossing them in the bin. “The
lip looks good. Your gums are healing nicely and the teeth have firmed up. No
discoloration or signs of stress. You got lucky.”
He pushed up from the exam chair, swinging his legs to the
floor. “I did,” he said, looking at me square in the face.
floor. “I did,” he said, looking at me square in the face.
Am I blushing? My cheeks felt warm. Is
it warm in here? Is this perimenopause? Is this a hot flash? Because
I hadn’t had a period in nearly two decades and was sneaking up on forty, every
time I unexpectedly got warm, I wondered if I was entering menopause.
it warm in here? Is this perimenopause? Is this a hot flash? Because
I hadn’t had a period in nearly two decades and was sneaking up on forty, every
time I unexpectedly got warm, I wondered if I was entering menopause.
But I quickly realized that it wasn’t a life change. It was
the big, handsome, and very forward man in my office. I didn’t know what to do
because he clearly wasn’t talking about his softball accident. I spun around
and typed a few notes into his record so that Diana could pull them up on
Monday. I logged out of the computer, but not before taking a quick peek at the
birthdate at the header of his profile. He was fourteen years and two months
older than me to the day. May eleventh. He’d just turned fifty-three.
the big, handsome, and very forward man in my office. I didn’t know what to do
because he clearly wasn’t talking about his softball accident. I spun around
and typed a few notes into his record so that Diana could pull them up on
Monday. I logged out of the computer, but not before taking a quick peek at the
birthdate at the header of his profile. He was fourteen years and two months
older than me to the day. May eleventh. He’d just turned fifty-three.
“Okay, you guys, let’s hit it. Thanks for coming in, Jana. I
really appreciate it,” I said.
really appreciate it,” I said.
“Happy to, Dr. Forsythe. I’m going to go lock up,” said
Jana, leaving the two of us alone.
Jana, leaving the two of us alone.
“Am I cleared to eat?” he asked, standing up and offering
his hand to me.
his hand to me.
“Absolutely. As long as there’s no pain. Pasta would be a
good starting food on the injured side.”
good starting food on the injured side.”
I placed my hand in his and it happened again. The warmth.
The electricity. The parking lot wasn’t a fluke.
The electricity. The parking lot wasn’t a fluke.
Author Bio
Mae Wood is a mommy, bookworm, and lawyer (in that order).
A while ago Mae decided that she needed to give up the fear that she couldn’t write “great literature” and write what she wants to read.
And she wants romance. And laughter.
She wants heroines who are brave. Brave enough to be themselves and brave enough to fall in love.
She wants men who are strong and kind.
Mae lives in the Southeastern United States and sets her books in hot and steamy Memphis, Tennessee.
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Thank you so much for taking a chance on my book! I’m glad it brought a smile to your face. XOXO – Mae
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