Series: In Midsummer #2
Author: Jessica Frances
Genre: MM Romance
Release Date: July 6, 2020
One jealous sheriff. One pushy Hollywood hunk. One threat. One undeniable attraction. One messy situation. One chance to fix it.I’ve guarded my heart the same way that I’ve guarded my hometown of Midsummer—with unwavering compromise and integrity. I’ve never even once been tempted to let my guard down. That is … until I met Conner Sherwood.
It didn’t matter that I swore off all romantic relationships. Or that I wasn’t interested in opening myself up and likely getting hurt. Like a moth to the flame, I can’t resist him. I can’t stop myself from wanting something I shouldn’t. Even pushing him away didn’t stop me from wanting him. Unfortunately, I’m not the only one who wants Conner. He has caught the eye of a Hollywood heartthrob. How can I compete with that?
But when Conner starts to receive death threats and an attempt is made on his life, I begin to realize that there is more at stake here than having my heart broken. Conner is in danger being in Midsummer, and whoever is threatening him won’t be satisfied until Conner is no longer breathing.
What I know for certain is that I won’t stop until I catch the person responsible for harming the man I’m coming to realize that I cannot live without.
This is book 2 of the series, and I thought this would tie everything up - but, again we have a HFN but we need to wait for book 3 to find out if Conner and Rocky can make things last forever, although I will say they are going the right way.
Rocky was still pushing Conner away, I think afraid of committing himself, but what he didn't realise was that he was already committed to Conner, nobody else would do for him. He was I think, also frightened that he would lose Conner before he found out who was threatening him, and if he denied his feelings, then it wouldn't hurt so much.
Conner was sure of his feelings, and was hurt about how Rocky was acting. Conner was quite happy in his skin, and everyone knew he was gay and he wasn't hiding it for anyone. He also seemed to have a confidence that Rocky didn't.
This book does pick up from the first one, and you do find out who it was that was threatening Conner, and I will say that no way would anyone have guessed this - but also my personal opinion is that the revealing of who it was seemed rushed to me - but I did enjoy this book.
I now await book 3 in the series, to find out exactly what happens....
Rocky was still pushing Conner away, I think afraid of committing himself, but what he didn't realise was that he was already committed to Conner, nobody else would do for him. He was I think, also frightened that he would lose Conner before he found out who was threatening him, and if he denied his feelings, then it wouldn't hurt so much.
Conner was sure of his feelings, and was hurt about how Rocky was acting. Conner was quite happy in his skin, and everyone knew he was gay and he wasn't hiding it for anyone. He also seemed to have a confidence that Rocky didn't.
This book does pick up from the first one, and you do find out who it was that was threatening Conner, and I will say that no way would anyone have guessed this - but also my personal opinion is that the revealing of who it was seemed rushed to me - but I did enjoy this book.
I now await book 3 in the series, to find out exactly what happens....
“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to figure out who is threatening you.” Even I hear the frustration in my voice.
Why can’t this one just be easy? Why can’t I have this cleared up for Conner so he doesn’t have to keep suffering?
“I know you’re doing your best.”
“But it isn’t good enough.”
“Rocky,” he breathes my name, and I hate how much I love hearing it caress his lips. “Unless you can read minds, then I’m not sure there is any catching whoever it is. Everything they’ve done so far has led to a dead end.”
He’s not wrong. There was zero evidence to be found on his car that could lead us to anyone. The generic black spray paint could have come from multiple stores in any town or city. There was nothing unique about it, and whoever did it had worn gloves, since there were no foreign prints and the few smudges indicated as much. Of the very few security cameras in the area, nothing caught a thing out of place. And no one saw or heard anything.
The one thing I was able to narrow down from a witness recalling Conner’s vehicle without the vandalism is that it happened sometime during the night after eleven, which gave the perpetrator a blanket of darkness to keep themselves hidden from easy view.
“Still, this is my town, and I hate that someone is trying to drive you out of it.”
“According to you, I’m not staying anyway, right?”
My heartrate picks up immediately, dread settling inside me, despite expecting this. “Is that your way of saying you’re leaving?”
“I have no plans to leave anytime soon, Rocky. I like it here. Well, apart from being threatened and living in fear; that is.”
I’m not sure I’m ready to face Conner leaving, mainly because I know it means facing a lot of things I’ve been ignoring, but I’m unable to feel any relief, because outrage boils through my bloodstream that he’s being made to live in fear.
“I don’t care how long it takes; I’ll make whoever is doing this pay. I’ll bring them to justice.” I have to take several deep breaths to calm down.
Conner doesn’t comment, but when his hand brushes mine, the connection is enough to ease my anger.
“I’m glad you’re staying.”
I hear a rustle as I assume he turns to face me. My eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness enough yet for me to know for sure.
“I’m staying. Not even death threats have run me out of here. It makes you wonder what else I would have been willing to stay for.” There’s heat behind his words, an anger that is justified.
“You’re saying that I misjudged you as someone who would just travel through town and leave me?”
“Yes.”
“And, are you also saying I’m too late now?”
Why can’t this one just be easy? Why can’t I have this cleared up for Conner so he doesn’t have to keep suffering?
“I know you’re doing your best.”
“But it isn’t good enough.”
“Rocky,” he breathes my name, and I hate how much I love hearing it caress his lips. “Unless you can read minds, then I’m not sure there is any catching whoever it is. Everything they’ve done so far has led to a dead end.”
He’s not wrong. There was zero evidence to be found on his car that could lead us to anyone. The generic black spray paint could have come from multiple stores in any town or city. There was nothing unique about it, and whoever did it had worn gloves, since there were no foreign prints and the few smudges indicated as much. Of the very few security cameras in the area, nothing caught a thing out of place. And no one saw or heard anything.
The one thing I was able to narrow down from a witness recalling Conner’s vehicle without the vandalism is that it happened sometime during the night after eleven, which gave the perpetrator a blanket of darkness to keep themselves hidden from easy view.
“Still, this is my town, and I hate that someone is trying to drive you out of it.”
“According to you, I’m not staying anyway, right?”
My heartrate picks up immediately, dread settling inside me, despite expecting this. “Is that your way of saying you’re leaving?”
“I have no plans to leave anytime soon, Rocky. I like it here. Well, apart from being threatened and living in fear; that is.”
I’m not sure I’m ready to face Conner leaving, mainly because I know it means facing a lot of things I’ve been ignoring, but I’m unable to feel any relief, because outrage boils through my bloodstream that he’s being made to live in fear.
“I don’t care how long it takes; I’ll make whoever is doing this pay. I’ll bring them to justice.” I have to take several deep breaths to calm down.
Conner doesn’t comment, but when his hand brushes mine, the connection is enough to ease my anger.
“I’m glad you’re staying.”
I hear a rustle as I assume he turns to face me. My eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkness enough yet for me to know for sure.
“I’m staying. Not even death threats have run me out of here. It makes you wonder what else I would have been willing to stay for.” There’s heat behind his words, an anger that is justified.
“You’re saying that I misjudged you as someone who would just travel through town and leave me?”
“Yes.”
“And, are you also saying I’m too late now?”
Born and raised in South Australia, Jessica spends her days working in a bakery, afternoons catching up on lost sleep, and nights reading and writing. Writing has always been a passion of hers, however it wasn’t until recently that she decided to put pen to paper and make things official.
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