Reviewer: Donna
Rating: 5 Stars
I really love Bridge Over The Atlantic. I thought it was an beautiful romantic love story about two people finding happiness after they both suffer tragedies. It was based on Mallory's POV but i was so happy when Lisa J. Hobman came up with Bridge Of Hope. We get to read Greg's POV of Mallory and Greg's story. It was brilliant to read Greg's POV and i was shocked by some of his feelings he had when Mallory first moved in. I thought Greg was so rude to Mallory at times and sometimes i found it hard to like him but reading Bridge Of Hope has helped me understand how he was feeling and his thought process.
It was a really great read and i have loved getting to know these characters. I looking forward to reading more from Lisa J. Hobman. Wonderful story and a highly recommended read!
Companion Novel to Bridge Over the Atlantic.
Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…
I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon; my guitar.
But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I took my anger out on her.
On Mallory.
But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from.
Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?
Love is like a snowflake; beautiful but fleeting in its presence…
I’ve been in love. But I’ve also been lied to, betrayed by those closest to me and I’ve suffered loss. Sadly it’s those last three things that stick with me the most. The only real constants in my life are music, Angus my dog and Rhiannon; my guitar.
But things changed when she walked into my place of work. All blue eyes, curves and a warmth that could melt even my hardened heart. I was taken over by feelings that I didn’t expect so soon. Guilt plagued me and I took my anger out on her.
On Mallory.
But I fell fast and hard and there was nothing I could do to stop it. When she too became the victim of heartbreak I was the only one who understood her pain but I was the last person she wanted help from.
Would I ever convince her that we could be friends? And would I ever accept that she couldn’t love me back?
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