Head Over Heels by Jill Shalvis

Head Over Heels (Lucky Harbor, #3)

by Jill Shalvis

Breaking rules and breaking hearts

Free-spirited Chloe lives life on the edge. Unlike her soon-to-be married sisters, she isn't ready to settle into a quiet life running their family's newly renovated inn. But soon her love of trouble--and trouble with love-draws the attention of the very stern, very sexy sheriff who'd like nothing better than to tame her wild ways.

Suddenly Chloe can't take a misstep without the sheriff hot on her heels. His rugged swagger and his enigmatic smile are enough to make a girl beg to be handcuffed. For the first time, instead of avoiding the law, Chloe dreams of surrender. Can this rebel find a way to keep the peace with the straitlaced sheriff? Or will Chloe's colorful past keep her from a love that lasts . . . and the safe haven she truly wants in a town called Lucky Harbor?

Reviewed by nitzan_schwarz on

4 of 5 stars

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Well, now I finished the story of the three sisters, who got the three brothers (Anybody else thinks it's totally unfair? I want my own hot, sweet, sexy guy, too!).
Now the only trouble is... deciding which story I liked best - Maddie and Jax, Tara and Ford or Chloe and Sawyer (by the way, anyone else realized the Tom Sawyer--Sawyer Thompson thing here?)
I think I liked this story of the Wild Child and Mr. Law the most. There was just something about it - about wanting to be accepted as you are, about finding a place to call home, about "settling down", in a way. It was beautiful, as was their romance. There were no issues of an abusive ex. or a teenage daughter, and yet there was just something so... deep about it, which I loved.
I really hope the rest of the series mentioned them--marriage, kids, such... I really want little Jaxs, Fords and Sawyers going around (yes, I want boys. But c'mon – their daddies are supreme hotness, can you blame me?)

One of my favorite parts of the book (just because I laughed so hard at it for some reason that I had to copy it):
While he waited for his dinner, he went into the garage and eyeballed the buckets of paint. “Fuckers,” he said to them, but picked one up and carried it into the dining room. “You ready?” he asked his walls.
They didn’t have an opinion.

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