Title: Without Words
Sometimes love speaks for itself…
After an accident in the line of duty, firefighter Roberto DeRosa’s life is turned upside down. His career fighting fires is over, and he’s left with an uncertain future and an injury that makes communicating difficult for him. The only time words flow easily is when they’re lyrics and he has a guitar in his hands. Talking to women is definitely out, especially if they have bright blue eyes that seem to see right into his soul.
Dani Hodge is on the brink of realizing her dream of opening a small combination wine and book store in San Diego’s funky Ocean Beach neighborhood. But before she can open the doors, there’s work to be done, more work than she can do herself.
When the tattooed guy who completely ignored her at a bar walks by and offers her a hand wrangling a tile saw, Dani can’t afford to say no—and why would she say no to Mr. Strong and Silent when his stare conveys more than words could?
Author: Delancey Stewart
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Mr. Big
Published by Entangled Publishing Source: Publisher
Published: May 22nd 2017
Genres: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Pages: 245 pages
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Without Words is an emotional and romantic read! This story is told through the eyes of a survivor left with a traumatic brain injury-TBI, and it’s quite touching.
Rob is playing guitar in his friend’s bar when two girls enter. There is something about the one. She calls to him when their eyes lock and he stumbles on the song. Dani approaches him and says Hi, but Rob says nothing. Dani isn’t sure how to respond. She thought they made a connection, so she leaves. What she doesn’t know is that Rob’s speech is sometimes very slow in coming out. He’s been trying to adjust to life with a TBI but he is frustrated. Singing is one of the ways he can calm down. Rob was a firefighter caught in an accident. He’s now trying to navigate and find his way while living with a TBI.
Dani is in the midst of opening her own shop and she’s been doing all the restorations herself. Faced with never getting it all done, Rob happens along and ends up offering to help Dani. Dani is a go-getter. She bounces from one thing to the next. Because of Rob’s inability to express what he wants to at times, his lack of speech becomes an obstacle to get around. Once Dani becomes aware of what happened to Rob and the TBI, she understands his behavior better-although there were times I wanted to shake her!! She does seem to help Rob work through his difficulties and I give her kudos for that.
Both characters have their flaws and they were genuinely likeable people. Their insecurities hampered them severely. I also falter on the connection somewhat, finding it lacking to me. I didn’t feel that slow burn or sizzling chemistry I really wanted to feel. Yes they liked each other, but I was looking for a pop of burning for each other that just wasn’t there.
I was rooting for a happy ending for Without Words and the author did not disappoint!
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Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/34703780-without-words
Delancey Stewart writes contemporary romance from her home outside Washington D.C. In a house populated by two tiny pirates and one full-sized Marine aviator, inspiration for her heroes is never hard to find—though quiet time to write often is!
I caught Trent’s attention at the bar, putting my back to the girl and focusing on getting my heart to slow down, letting my blood cool.
And just when I’d gotten control of myself again, she was right fucking next to me, and my mind went blank.
Or most parts of my mind, at least. The parts in charge of caveman stuff—the parts that screamed at me to pick her up, throw her over my shoulder, and find a wall to fuck her against—those parts were working fine. Unfortunately.
“Hi,” she said.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I stared at her. I was blank. I reached for a word to give her and my mind was empty. Even the one word she’d said would have been fine. I could have parroted it back to her. But it had fluttered up into the noise and light inside the bar and evaporated. Even that one simple word was out of my reach.
I watched her expression change. She’d said “hi” like she was extending a bridge, a thin filament I might just be able to risk stepping onto. But as she waited for me to return her greeting, to say fucking anything at all, the bridge dissolved.
And her face closed up. The sparkle in her bright eyes faded, and her energy pulled back inside her, leaving me cold again. A mixture of fear and surprise replaced the glow on her face, and I felt both guilty and monstrous as I watched what it did to her. She let other words fall between us. Nonsense, really. I’d made her uncomfortable, unhappy. And I already knew she was a girl I never wanted to see unhappy.
Finally, she turned around and went back to her table, pulled the other girl toward the door, and disappeared into the night beyond. And the strange light that had filled the club was extinguished.