WEAK AT THE KNEES
By Jo Kessel
“We got so busy living life that we forgot to live our dreams.”
Danni Lewis has been playing it safe for twenty-six years, but her sheltered existence is making her feel old ahead of time. When a sudden death plunges her into a spiral of grief, she throws caution to the wind and runs away to France in search of a new beginning.
The moment ski instructor Olivier du Pape enters her shattered world she falls hard, in more ways than one.
Their mutual desire is as powerful and seductive as the mountains around them. His dark gypsy looks and piercing blue eyes are irresistible.
Only she must resist, because he has a wife – and she’d made a pact to never get involved with a married man.
But how do you choose between keeping your word and being true to your soul?
Weak at the Knees is Jo’s debut novel in the new adult, contemporary romance genre – a story about love, loss and relationships, set between London and the heart of the French Alps.
I tilt my head into his hand as he strokes my left cheek. He brings his lips in to meet mine and our eyes close. We seal our adulterous pact with a slow, slightly trembling, pressing kiss. When we pull away we smile, then hug standing, bodies tight and swaying, squeezing the breath out of each other.
He prods me playfully, steering me in the direction of my bedroom. When we get there he stands really close, running his hands up and down my arms, then holding my waist and consuming me with his gaze as he pushes me down onto the bed so that I land with him lying on top of me. I love the way his long black eyelashes curl at the ends, flickering. The way his nostrils flare ever so slightly when he inhales. The way his black mop flops forward, giving him a boyish look. We start kissing deeper and more urgently, gliding hands over each others’ bodies, one by one discarding each item of clothing, tossing them carelessly in the air, until we’re lying there completely naked, his flesh on mine. My body is one big tingle. No sooner than his hands gently glide over one part of my frame, my left breast, my right breast, my stomach, in between my legs, than the whole rest of me aches to be touched and not left out. His body is perfect, in its natural, lithe, muscular toning and in the texture of his skin, smooth and soft. His body is perfect in the way it fits on top of mine, meets mine and complements mine. I love feeling him, touching him, watching his eyes close dreamily when I stroke his back or kiss his neck. We take our time, everything in slow motion, taking pleasure in the contours of each others’ bodies.
This book was interesting. Its about a woman who goes to search for herself after a death sends her into a spiral of grief. However, in her search she meets a man that she’s attracted to…only problem is the man is married and she made a pact with herself never to get involved with a married man. The story was interesting. I did enjoy it but the whole affair thing turned me off.
***ARC received in exchange for honest review***
1. What is the sweetest thing someone has done for you?
I was playing table tennis with my daughter Nathalie the other night in the back garden. The sun was shining down on us and suddenly Nathalie stopped playing, tilted her head and looked at me. “Mummy,” she said, “you look so beautiful.” My heart nearly stopped, literally. I don’t think anyone, ever, has paid me a compliment that meant quite so much to me.
2. What kind of music you like?
At the moment I’m enjoying everything my youngest daughter Hannah keeps downloading onto my I-phone (without asking my permission). I can’t get enough of Robin Thicke’s blurred lines (it makes my body sway involuntarily as soon as it starts playing) and Taylor Swift’s duet with Ed Sheeran (Everything Has Changed) is a close second. I’m also a big Coldplay and David Bowie fan.
3. Do you like to dance?
I LOVE to dance – and just wish I could do it with Robin Thicke! Often the children and I put on some music in the kitchen and start dancing. We can repeat the same song five times in a row…….at least.
4. Can you describe your dream home?
I have two dream homes in mind – not that I’m greedy! The first would be a remote hideaway in the French Alps – a beautiful chalet with its own land and a huge swimming pool in the back garden encircled by mountains. But the one place that completely stole my heart when I visited was San Francisco. I always thought that if I could live anywhere in the world, it would be there. And my dream home would be a colorful clapboard house in Sausalito.
5. If you could be any character, from any literary work, who would you choose to be? Why?
I’d like to be Elizabeth Bennett in Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Not only do I love Elizabeth for her strength of character, intelligence and independence, I am also crazy about the male love interest in the story, Mr. Darcy. Secretly I’ve always wanted to marry a Mr. Darcy – he’s handsome, aloof and tantalizingly unobtainable, and yet Elizabeth obtains him all the same.
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When Jo was ten years old she wrote a short story about losing a loved one. Her mother and big sister were so moved by the tale that it made them cry. Having reduced them to tears she vowed that the next time she wrote a story it would make them smile instead. Happily she succeeded and with this success grew an addiction for wanting to reach out and touch people with words. Jo lives in London with her husband and three children where she works as a TV and print journalist. She tells life stories and can often be found travelling the globe researching the next big holiday hotspots for readers to enjoy. Since becoming a mother anything even remotely sad makes her cry. She’s a sucker for a good romance and tear-jerker movies are the worst. She’s that woman in the cinema, struggling to muffle audible wails as everyone else turns round to stare.
P.S Jo’s pretty certain one of her daughters has inherited this gene.
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