Me Tarzan — You Jane
Camelia Miron Skiba
Publication date: December 6th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance
2015 DREAMS Awards Finalist
2015 RONE Award Finalist
Moving on doesn’t always have to mean goodbye.
Widowed makeup artist Jane Sullivan is more comfortable keeping her husband’s memory alive than dating a pool full of sharks. Ella, her 4 year-old daughter, is her whole world.
When Jane meets Lucas Oliver, famous cover model, it’s hate at first sight. His playboy persona rubs her the wrong way.
Accustomed to every woman fawning over him, Lucas is drawn to the shy, uncompromising single mom and completely melts at the sight of Ella. He is determined to convince Jane that sometimes a second chance can mend a broken heart.
When we meet Jane it at a Book convention, with authors, aspiring authors and cover models. Jane is a make-up artiste and aspiring author. All Jane keeps hearing about is how hot Lucas is, how great he is and it drives her mad. When Jane and Lucas finally meets sparks fly and not good ones. Jane is a widow and so buttoned up and inflexible, and unfairly judges Lucas, thinking public persona equals private persona.
I like Lucas he seemed to have infinite patience, and he was great with little Ella. I found is difficult to warm to Jane, while losing a husband is awful, it was some her closed views about relationships I had a problem with. They didn’t come from as her mother as she seemed quite normal.
When Jane and Lucas finally get together when his mother dies, and Jane looks after him, all seems well.
Well if you enjoy romance which is super clean, sex is discussed but left to the imagination. There is very little believable passion between them.
I did enjoying reading about the Book Convention, and all the hard work it was for everyone. When all the writers get together. There is a lot more to this book, but you have to find out for yourself.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Ever since I began writing and publishing books I’ve been on the run, always trying to write the next page, the next chapter, the next book. Every story was another journey, another discovery of what I could do and another evolution. All these years my motto was it doesn’t matter who I am or where I come from, but what I leave behind is. I thought I have it all figured out.
Socrates, one of the biggest philosophers to ever grace humanity once said, “I am talking a crock of s***.” I had no idea this expression dated hundreds of years ago and belongs to him, but who am I to argue with him? Needless to say, after some soul searching I realized my motto was a . . . pot of smelly stuff. I had a meltdown because, if you think about it, why would what I leave behind matter more than who I am here and now in this very moment? How will I ever know if what I left behind mattered with no way of seeing it? How am I gonna enjoy it? Think Socrates; does he know how much he touched humankind? Does he know people still remember him centuries later? And if he knows, does it make a difference?
I’m not sure. Frankly I doubt with all my heart it makes any difference to him. He’s gone, like I’ll be gone one day and instead of beating myself up to leave something behind me, I’m going to learn how to live here, now and totally enjoy it. No more worrying about tomorrow, but live today. No more five-year plans, but rather let the sun soak my skin, the air fill my lungs and the grass touch my feet. After all, I only live once.
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