Moments in Time by K. K. Allen
Well, when the book opened with Jami and Vi reconnecting via exotic dancing, I knew the second chance romance was going to be fun and this book did not disappoint.
I loved the way the past and present were woven in to provide information we needed right when we needed it, and only added to the overall story between Vi and Jami. I could not get enough of their reminiscing about their firsts and their friendship and what that could mean for them now.
Vi’s struggles as a divorced single mother trying to keep things afloat were so realistic, and I’m always a sucker for a cute kid. But I also loved how dedicated she was to her dancing, her son, and her friends all while working several jobs to make ends meet. I was practically begging someone to come show her how amazing she was and Jami didn’t disappoint.
Jami and Vi’s friendship (and other things) history, the struggles Jami’s family has gone through, and the work everyone is doing to get Camp Bexley up and running is gripping and kept me turning the virtual pages until I finished this story. I loved everything about how these two overcame their struggles and finally go their happily ever after.
This was a beautiful story I would definitely recommend to romance readers who enjoy friends to lovers or second chance romance. Or both. I loved it!
Your Romance Reviewer,
Release Date: June 24, 2022
Read to the end for an excerpt from Moments in Time.
Jamison Bexley was the one who got away.
If only I hadn’t pushed him.
Seven years ago, he was my everything.
My safe haven.
My best friend.
However, dating was never an option.
Not when his eyes gravitated toward every girl in town but me.
That is, until the curse of bad timing found us both… and struck.
All it took was one night.
One big mistake.
Altering everything we could ever be.
I’m still paying for my sins all these years later.
Life has been downright cruel.
I’m working countless hours trying to hold onto the pieces of my shattered dreams.
Determined that nothing will keep me from my end-goal.
Until Jamison struts back into our small town and gets a first-hand glimpse of my life.
Suddenly, he wants to be my knight in shining armor.
But I don’t need a savior.
Those moments in time are long gone.
And he’s about to realize why.
And now, for an excerpt from Moments in Time!
“You’re a beautiful dancer,” I tell her. I guess I hope the compliment will serve as a distraction to ease my nerves while simultaneously encouraging her to meet my gaze.
She freezes for a millisecond but continues with the next button until her vest is one button away from exploding open and baring all.
My eyes lift to her perfectly pouty pink lips. That’s when I notice the rounded bow shape of them. The full-on pout. Somehow, I already know exactly how they would feel against mine.
My heart beats faster, and I begin to study all the parts of her that I can see. I’m hyperaware of her features and nearly oblivious to the way she’s riding my cock. Meanwhile, she’s toying with that last button on her vest, threatening to unleash her breasts. But I’m too focused on her long mane of silky hair that’s so black it’s almost purple—hair that reminds me all too well of a girl I once knew.
My childhood best friend. The one I took all her firsts from. She was also the first and only woman to ever break my heart.
But this woman can’t be her. The Violet I knew growing up had her whole life in our small town planned. She got married. To one of my best friends, for fuck’s sake. She wouldn’t need to be here doing this. Not when I know her husband is deeply loaded and far too controlling to allow her to be this… free.
Not only that, but I’m not wearing a mask. If it is Violet, she would have recognized me. She surely wouldn’t have chosen me for this dance. Not after everything that happened between us… and the devastating end to our friendship.
No, I’m convinced it cannot be her. But the image of her in the mirror haunts me now, twisting something in my gut. It’s as though my senses are trying to tell me something that I simply don’t want to believe.
I push away my thoughts again and focus on the woman who rolls her body against my lap again. But this time, her eyes flicker to mine, effectively stealing my breath. I know that buttered-chocolate gaze better than I know my own because I’d often get lost in the depths of them.
My heart is racing furiously, but before I can utter a word out loud, she plucks her final button and begins to pull the vest apart.
That’s when I see it.
The dark mole on her left breast—a mole that once made Violet incredibly self-conscious.
It is her. It has to be.