Published by Self on 03/03/20
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Also in this series: Wild Highway
Londyn McCormack didn’t have a typical childhood. She ran away from home at sixteen, escaping parents more interested in drugs than their daughter. She doesn’t have loving siblings or an adorable pet. Her only family is the five other runaway kids who shared her junkyard home.
Life pulled them all in separate directions, taking her to Boston. For a short time, she thought she’d found something permanent. But after a devastating divorce, she’s running away again, this time to find a lost friend.
She’s driving across the country in her convertible. As a teenager, the rusty car was her shelter. As an adult, it’s her ride to freedom.
Except one flat tire derails her trip. Her life collides with Brooks Cohen. They walked away from the first crash. The second might destroy them both.
I have loved every book I have read by Devney Perry from the first book of hers I have read to everyone I have picked up after. In Runaway Road we get a heartwarming read that I devoured in one sitting. It was a story about second chances, love and hope. Londyn McCormack left home at a very young age and feels like she has been running ever since. Life may not have been easy for her, but she continues to move forward. When an unexpected accident brings her to a small town and Brooks Cohen, life just may take an unexpected turn, but may be just what she needs.
I absolutely loved Londyn. She was strong and determined and ready to move forward. Brooks was caring, protective and just what Londyn needed. But can she learn to open her heart again? I loved the slow burning build up between Brooks and Londyn. Runaway Road by Devney Perry was such a great read. It was emotional, heartfelt and will just live you smiling.
“When was the last time you had pie for dinner?”
“Can’t say I ever have.”
Her fork dove into the chocolate cream. She hummed and her eyes drifted closed when the bite passed her lips. She savored it, rolling it around in her mouth. The woman had a talented tongue—lucky pie. She moaned again, torturing me with the subtle sound.
She swallowed, then shot me a smile that was pure sex. “You’re missing out.”
I snapped my fingers, raising my hand in the air to flag down the waitress. When she came over, I pointed to Londyn’s plate. “I’ll have that.”