June 19, 2018
Following the USA Today bestseller, Lost and Found Sisters, comes Rainy Day Friends, Jill Shalvis’ moving story of heart, loss, betrayal, and friendship.
Six months after Lanie Jacobs’ husband’s death, it’s hard to imagine anything could deepen her sense of pain and loss. But then Lanie discovers she isn’t the only one grieving his sudden passing. A serial adulterer, he left behind several other women who, like Lanie, each believe she was his legally wedded wife. Rocked by the infidelity, Lanie is left to grapple with searing questions. How could she be so wrong about a man she thought she knew better than anyone? Will she ever be able to trust another person? Can she even trust herself?
Desperate to make a fresh start, Lanie impulsively takes a job at the family-run Capriotti Winery. At first, she feels like an outsider among the boisterous Capriottis. With no real family of her own, she’s bewildered by how quickly they all take her under their wing and make her feel like she belongs. Especially Mark Capriotti, a gruffly handsome Air Force veteran turned deputy sheriff who manages to wind his way into Lanie’s cold, broken heart—along with the rest of the clan. Everything is finally going well for her, but the arrival of River Green changes all that. The fresh-faced twenty-one-year old seems as sweet as they come…until her dark secrets come to light—secrets that could destroy the new life Lanie’s only just begun to build.
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Rainy Day Friends is the second book in the Wildstone series by the talented Jill Shalvis. This series is turning into one of my favorites of Jill’s. I’ve read a lot of her books and the people of Wildstone have stolen my heart in a special way. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m older and can relate more or if they are just that fantastic. I think it’s both! Lanie needs a change of scenery. She needs to escape for a while and she found the perfect job as a graphic designer at the Capriotti Winery. The Capriotti family is loud and they have no idea what personal space is and there are a lot of them. A lot. They remind me of my family and I love them all! Lanie is an only child and she and her parents don’t exactly get along so this is very different for her. She’s sworn off men after finding out her dead husband had a lot of other wives. That will be easy in this small town. False! Mark Capriotti doesn’t work for the family, he’s the deputy sheriff, but he lives there and randomly shows up for daily family lunch. And he’s sexy, hot, demanding and has the most adorable twin daughters. Lanie is not going to get attached to these people. Nope. No way. Until they all start worming their way into her frozen heart. She can’t resist the twins and their antics or their sexy dad. But he only wants temporary and she’s not sure she can stay away. When River shows up, young and pregnant and they form a bond, Lanie is starting to believe she might have a family in these people. But when secrets come to light and her past is uncovered, Lanie can’t take it all. It’s too much. Can she forgive River for her deception? Will Mark change the rules and want more? Will Lanie go back home and leave her new family behind? I loved this book. SO MUCH. It’s one of my favorite books of Jill’s. Ever. I was seduced by this loud, crazy family. Intrigued by Lanie and her defensive walls. Turned on by Mark and his honestly. Enchanted by the twins and I wanted cupcakes and pasta. I laughed out loud. Cried big fat tears and sighed and smiled throughout the entire story. These characters felt like family and I loved their dynamic and their fierce loyalty. This is more than just a romance. This story is about second chances not only in love but within yourself. It’s about overcoming your past, learning to love and trust yourself and letting people into your heart. Sometimes it just takes a bunch of loud Italians, wine, craziness and food to make it all better!
“Most of my wrinkles are from laughter, except for these right between my eyebrows. These are my WTF lines and those suckers are deep, all given to me by our family dinners?”
“I can hear you breathing,” came Mark’s low, amused voice. “Open up.”
Said the Big Bad Wolf.
“Mark! Wake Up!”
“I’m up,” he said and flopped to his back.
“Yes,” she said, eyeing the part of him that was definitely up. “But that’s not what I mean!”
He snorted and sat up. “You’re panicking.”
“Yes! Join me, won’t you?”
“The females in your life are the best thing about you.”
“If you think that, I need to get you back in bed.”
“Do you know everything?
“I try to. For instance, I know that you’re the most incredible, caring, warm, most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
“You need to meet more women then.”
Anxiety Girl, able to jump to the worst conclusion in a single bound!
Most of the time Karma was a bitch, but every once in awhile she could be surprisingly nice, even kind. Lanie Jacobs, way past overdue for both of those things, told herself this was her time. Seize the day and all that, and drawing a deep breath, she exited the highway at Wildstone.
The old wild-west California town was nestled in the rolling hills between the Pacific Coast and wine/ranching country. She’d actually grown up not too far from here, though it felt like a lifetime ago. The road was narrow and curvy, and since it’d rained earlier, she added tricky and slick to her growing list of issues. She was already white-knuckling a sharp turn when a kamikaze squirrel darted into her lane, causing her to nearly swerve into oncoming traffic before remembering the rules of country driving.
Never leave your lane; not for weather, animals, or even God himself.
Luckily the squirrel reversed direction, but before she could relax a trio of deer bounded across the road. “Run, Bambi,” she cried, hitting her brakes, and by the skin of their collective teeth, they all missed each other.
Sweating, nerves sizzling like live wires, she finally turned onto Capriotti Lane and parked as she’d been instructed.
It took a moment for her pulse to come down from stroke level. She’d been taught anti-anxiety techniques, but she’d never quite figured out how to make any of them work while in the actual throes of an anxiety attack.
It’s all good she told herself but because she wasn’t buying what she was selling, she had to force herself out of the car like she was a five year old starting kindergarten instead of being thirty and simply facing a brand new job. Given all she’d been through, this should be easy, even fun. But sometimes adulthood felt like the vet’s office and she was the dog excited for the car ride — only to find out the real destination.
Shaking her head, she strode across the parking lot. It was April, which meant the rolling hills to the east were green and lush and the Pacific Ocean to the west looked like a surfer’s dream, all of it so gorgeous it could’ve been a postcard. A beautiful smoke screen over her not-so-beautiful past. The air was scented like a really expensive sea-and-earth candle, though all Lanie could smell was her forgotten hopes and dreams. With wood chips crunching under her shoes, she headed through the entrance beneath which was a huge wooden sign that read:
Capriotti Winery, from our fields to your table…
Her heart sped up. Nerves, of course, the bane of her existence. But after a very crappy few years, she was changing her path. For once in her godforsaken life, something was going to work out for her. This was going to work out for her.
She was grimly determined.