This is a good book if you need something fun and quick to pass the time but, in terms of characters, its unfortunately lacking the high quality of VKs previous novels. thank goodness donovans side is more than enough. for a book called ‘the spark,’ im surprised to read something that is so one sided.

VKs is beyond capable of creating great chemisty between her characters, usually because they both have something to offer. i cant even begin to tell you why donovan was into her because shes just so… bland. she has past trauma, is a social worker, and loves watching the bachelor. its not difficult to fall for him and he brings so much to the story.Īutumn on the other hand… she adds nothing to it. he smart, funny, kind, patient, good-looking, humble, understanding, and generous. VKs love interests are always swoon-worthy, but donovan is the total package. thank goodness donovan works out (see cover) because he carried this entire story completely on his own.* But New York City had eight million people, so what were the chances I’d run into him? Then again, what were the chances I’d run into him a year later…when I’d just started dating his boss? In the months that passed, I thought about Donovan often. My life was too complicated for such a great guy. I waited until he was in the shower, then ghosted him. So what did I do to repay him for his kindness? He was also funny, smart, and surprisingly down to earth for a man who wore seven-hundred-dollar shoes.ĭid I mention he also did my laundry while I slept?

Donovan wasn’t just handsome with a panty-dropping voice.

Coffee led to dinner, dinner led to dessert, and dessert led to spending an entire weekend together. He got me to admit that I’d snooped in his bag and then convinced me to make it up to him by letting him buy me coffee. The man holding my luggage was absolutely gorgeous, and we had an immediate spark. Turned out, it wasn’t just his voice that was sexy. A deep, velvety voice answered, and as luck would have it, he had my suitcase, too.ĭonovan and I met at a coffee shop to do the exchange. You see, I’d gone away for a few days, and in my haste to get out of the airport, I’d grabbed the wrong suitcase.Īfter checking out the expensive footwear and tailored clothes, I dialed the number on the luggage tag hoping maybe Mister Big Spender might have my bag. Before I even met Donovan Decker, I knew his shoe size.

The Spark by Vi Keeland