Date Published: September 19, 2017
Publisher: Self
We met on a Tuesday.
Became best friends, then lovers, on a Tuesday.
And everything fell apart on a Tuesday...
Charlotte Taylor has three automatic strikes in my book: 1) She hates me. She also claims that I'm a "domineering jerk with a huge, overbearing ego." (I do have something huge. It's not my ego, though.) 2) She takes our mandatory tutoring sessions way too seriously. 3) She's sexy as hell...And a virgin.
At least, those were her strikes before our study sessions started lasting longer than they were supposed to. Until one innocent kiss became a hundred dirty ones, and until she became the first woman I ever fell hard for.
Our future together after graduation was supposed to be set:
Professional football for me. Law school for her.
But she left me at the end of the semester with no explanation, and then she completely disappeared from my life.
Until tonight.
We met on a Tuesday.
Became everything, then nothing, on a Tuesday.
And now it's seven years later, on a Tuesday...
**This is a full length second chance romance, inspired by Adele's "When We Were Young"**
On a Tuesday is the first book in the One Week series by Whitney G.. It was a cute and touching story about a second chance at love. Charlotte and Grayson were complete opposites, but somehow they worked... until they didn't. We're given point of views from both characters, both in the past and the present. So, you get the full picture of how they met, where they are now, and everything in between. I'm so glad this was an audio book, so I could listen at work. If not? I might have gone a little crazy or taken a sick day. *wink* There was a time or two where I wanted to kick both characters, because they really needed to talk it out when they first reunited. They could have fixed so much that night. But, then it would have been a shorter story, and I enjoyed the reading experience of this book too much for it to have been shortened. I didn't realize this was a series until after I finished reading, but now I'll have to grab the next one once it's released.
On a Tuesday by Whitney G. was kindly provided to me by IndieSagePR for review. The opinions are my own.
Whitney G. is a twenty-eight-year-old optimist who is obsessed with travel, tea, and great coffee. She’s also a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of several contemporary novels, and the cofounder of The Indie Tea–an inspirational blog for indie romance authors.
When she’s not chatting with readers on her Facebook Page, you can find her on her website, or on instagram. (If she’s not in either of those places, she’s probably locked away working on another crazy story.)
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When Grayson Connors walked by my table, I picked up my headphones.
“Are you Charlotte Taylor?” he asked, his voice deep.
What? “Um…What did you just say?”
“Charlotte Taylor,” he said, pointing to his phone. “I’m supposed to meet my tutor here, unless there’s another Thackeray Coffee shop around somewhere. So, are you Charlotte Taylor?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Your necklace says Charlotte.” He glanced at it, smirking. “Are you sure now?”
“No…” My mind was blown. There was no way he was assigned to me for this semester. “My advisor would know better than to do this to me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that the university must have made a mistake.” I pulled out my phone to check my email, making damn sure I’d read my advisor’s pairing as “Elizabeth Woods, English Writing” and not “Grayson Connors.”
The second I opened my inbox, I saw that my advisor had emailed me half an hour earlier.
“Are you Charlotte Taylor?” he asked, his voice deep.
What? “Um…What did you just say?”
“Charlotte Taylor,” he said, pointing to his phone. “I’m supposed to meet my tutor here, unless there’s another Thackeray Coffee shop around somewhere. So, are you Charlotte Taylor?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Your necklace says Charlotte.” He glanced at it, smirking. “Are you sure now?”
“No…” My mind was blown. There was no way he was assigned to me for this semester. “My advisor would know better than to do this to me.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that the university must have made a mistake.” I pulled out my phone to check my email, making damn sure I’d read my advisor’s pairing as “Elizabeth Woods, English Writing” and not “Grayson Connors.”
The second I opened my inbox, I saw that my advisor had emailed me half an hour earlier.
When she’s not chatting with readers on her Facebook Page, you can find her on her website, or on instagram. (If she’s not in either of those places, she’s probably locked away working on another crazy story.)
Don’t forget to sign up for Whitney’s monthly newsletter here: http://bit.ly/1p9fEY
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