New Release and Review: After the Storm by Faith Andrews

New Release and Review:  After the Storm by Faith AndrewsAfter the Storm by Faith Andrews
Publication Date: September 21, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Second Chance Romance
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Noah and Willow know not to mix business with pleasure. They've both been burned in the past, he thinks she's too young, and she definitely shouldn't hook up with her boss. So, they don't. Instead, they build a friendship, while fighting an obvious attraction.

But when Noah's called back East after a natural disaster that threatens his home and the loved ones he left behind, he's forced to face his past with Willow by his side.

Will their turbulent pasts hold them back from giving into fate? Or will the two of them realize that they've been each other's calm before the storm?

I received this book for free from Author in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

My Review

“I’ll keep your panties wet for years to come, baby. Don’t you worry.” 

Coming into After the Storm, I had just finished Man of My Dreams. I’m so glad I read them back-to-back, and didn’t have to wait, because I loved Declan, but my heart was also pulled to Noah.  This story beckoned to us with the theme of gathering life’s stumbling blocks and using them to build bridges to the future. 

“I guess some dreams just aren’t attainable, no matter how hard you fight for them.”

Our poor Noah. He was left by the woman he fell for, but she was never really his. Now we find him in his own construction business, working his life away, with an insurmountable wall built to keep love out. 

“She’s knock-out, drop-dead, hold your nuts before they explode gorgeous.”

Having been offered this one line from Author Faith Andrews, we know that this is the woman to make Noah want to tear those walls down brick-by-brick. Willow sounds like a soft-spoken young girl who may not be able to handle her own. But, we quickly learn that she is a take-charge woman who can make her intentions clear. 

“Wear your most candid smile, love.  It’s your finest feature and it makes you sparkle like a twelve carat diamond.”

Poof.  And that is how the magic is created. Noah Matheson a.k.a. Sex on a Stick. He was a hot male construction worker that could write me a love song any time he wanted.  Told in first person, dual points of view, After the Storm was another great love story created by Author Faith Andrews.  Noah and Willow were quite the pair. One would let loose, the other held back. Then the cards flipped and it was the opposite. I have a list of favorite secondary characters and Blaze, Noah’s BFF,  won a spot on that list. He was the kind of best friend a man needs. Trusty-worthy, helpful, looking out for his friend. His charm and wit helped bring out the best in Noah. In addition, Willow’s best friend Sloane was a backbone of support, but brought her back to reality, when needed.  All of these characters and the scenes came together to make a memorable and wonderful story.  

“This will be a journey worth taking.”



Tilting her head and curling her hair between her fingers, her gorgeous mouth forms a megawatt smile “Wow. Every time I learn something new about you, I’m more and more impressed.”

She’s flirting, I’m not an idiot, but I don’t want to lead her on so I change the subject. “How about you? Were you born in California? I know you went to college out here from your resume, but—”

“There is no but,” she interrupts. “I have the most unexciting life imaginable. I was born and raised in Del Mar. I have two younger brothers, parents divorced when I was little, and Dad lives in Oregon with his new wife, Marcy. I went to college close to home to help Mom with the boys, and Sloane has been my best friend since fifth grade. That’s me in a nutshell. Boring, plain, uneventful. No one cares about keeping up with this Jones.”

I can’t quite read her. She rambled it off so quickly it almost sounds rehearsed. I have nothing else to go on, so I can’t tell if she’s hiding or avoiding something. I don’t pry, because I don’t like talking about my past either. And because of that, I’ve learned to always make small talk and keep the attention off me with flattery.

“I find it hard to believe that there’s anything boring about you, Willow Jones. You’re beautiful and smart and you have the whole world ahead of you.” Nice! Now I sound like her father. It just came out without thinking. I meant it as a compliment—a not too forward one—but by the wearied look on her face, I can tell she took it the wrong way. Damn, this woman brings me close to choking on my own tongue. What the hell?

“I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it since you seem to avoid me every chance you get.” She looks down again, making it impossible to read her face. She was flirting and I misled her with my goo-goo eyes.

Fuck! She found a way to catch me off guard and now I have to backtrack to fix this mess. Getting involved with a co-worker—or any woman right now—just isn’t on my to-do list. “I’m not avoiding you, Willow. I’m just not the guy for you.” I can’t say it’s not taking serious willpower to stay away. It’s hard to always be the good guy. Where the hell is Tori when I need her? I need to be bad. Very, very bad.

Instead of deterring her, my dismissal makes her bolder. Or maybe it’s the second vodka and cran. Willow pouts—intentionally, for sure—and those pretty, glossy lips snatch my attention. It’s so fucking sexy that my dick grows hard against my zipper and I shift in my seat so I don’t bring notice to the bulge in my pants. “Blaze warned me about you, you know.”

“Oh, really?” Now I’m curious. “Please enlighten me on the bullshit my friend’s fed you.” Blaze means well, but he always shares a little too much.

Willow laughs, exposing the smooth skin of her neck as her head falls back. What I wouldn’t give to taste that spot right there. Stop tempting me, Willow. You’re making this—and me—harder than it has to be.

She points a finger in my face, waving it around. “You see, if you’d accept my invitation to lunch once in a while, I could fill you in on all the bullshit he’s told me. But until I hear it from you, I’m forced to believe him.”

“Oh come, on. You’ve been working for me long enough to know I almost never take a lunch break. I eat on the site most days. That’s if I even get the chance. And like I said, I’m not the guy for you.” Keep saying it. It’s bound to sink in.


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5 Stars

About Faith Andrews

Faith Andrews lives in New York where she is happily married to her high school sweetheart. They have two beautiful daughters and a furry Yorkie son, Rocco. If she isn’t listening to Mumford and Sons or busy being a Dance Mom, her nose is in a book or her laptop. She’s a sucker for a happily ever after and believes her characters are out there living one somewhere . . .

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