Sprawling yet satisfying: Once and Again by Elizabeth Barrett (Review)


A sweeping love story, taking place in the grounds of an established century-old yacht and golf club in Connecticut is today’s suggestion. Once and Again is the first book in Elizabeth Barrett’s new Return to Briarwood series. Read on for all the book’s details, a tantalizing excerpt and to find out how to enter the giveaway for a Loveswept mug, a Flirt Mug and ebooks of many Loveswept authors. This tour was brought to you by Tasty Book Tours.

Once and Again
Return to Briarwood # 1

By: Elisabeth Barrett
Release Date: July 14, 2015
Publisher: Loveswept

Heat Level: 3 (explicit sex scenes)

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Official Synopsis

For readers of Shannon Stacey and Susan Mallery, the heartfelt new Briarwood series begins with a tale of forbidden love, broken promises, and second chances.

Growing up in Eastbridge, Connecticut, Carolyn Rivington was a young debutante who did whatever her parents asked. So when her father demanded that she break things off with the boy from the wrong side of the tracks or else, she did. Now Carolyn’s family is deep in debt. She’s no longer a member of the Briarwood Golf and Yacht Club, she’s an employee. And the tanned, tattooed, dangerously handsome stranger who saunters into her lobby isn’t just her new boss . . . he’s also her first love.

The last time he saw Carolyn, Jake Gaffney was in the back of a police cruiser, handcuffed and humiliated. But seeing her again stirs other memories: a blanket on the beach, the moon above their heads, and the most expensive bottle of wine he could afford. Now the tables have turned. As a real-estate magnate and Briarwood’s new owner, Jake doesn’t have to answer to anyone. But now that he’s back home, he’s finding it hard to live down his old reputation.

Before they can move forward, Jake and Carolyn must face their pasts. But it’ll take more than sizzling chemistry for them to heal old wounds and return to the love they once shared.



My Review (4/5 stars)

The main characters

She: Carolyn Rivington, 33, once a trust fund debutante, now wearing her late mother’s suits, struggling to make ends meet as an event planner at the Briarwood Golf and Yacht club. On the outside, she’s as composed as her finishing school dictates. On the inside, she’s on the brink of collapse–physically and financially.

He: Jake Gaffney, 36, once a caddy in love with teenager Carolyn, now a real estate king and her new boss. His past was full of self-doubt and denigration, his present full of high rises that prove to everyone he’s made it. And by everyone, he means Carolyn Rivington. Tatted and coarse, he seems unsuited (pun intended) for such a prestigious environment.

Jane: the third point of view character is a struggling single mom who came out of a marriage traumatized, and who has to deal with a lot more than she can handle. A likeable, strong character, probably the heroine of the next installment.

The conflict: Jake and Carolyn’s past and their clashing social status. Mistrust lanced with explosive lust.

The chemistry: Scorching hot. Mind-blowing love scenes that held nothing back. Jake does own the bedroom.

The setting: Briarwood Golf and Yacht Club. Old money in need of new ideas.

The good stuff: The writing is really good in terms of character development. The focal point of this book is not so much the romance per se as the characters growing and embracing their past in order to bridge the fifteen year gap that separated them. The author gives us abundant insight into all aspects of their lives. They’re full-fleshed and complex, so nothing comes easy to them.

The other stuff: Too many names! Sure, the setting is an entire club and this book is the setup for an entire series, but do I need to have the names of the wives and the kids and the sisters and lawyers of the staff? It felt as if I was introduced to the entire community. I held on to just a handful of names in the end. The setting up of the series got seriously in the way of the actual plot BUT Ms Barrett’s writing helped retaining a high level of engagement, and that’s no mean feat.

Bottom line: a sprawling story with well-written characters. An engaging read.

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“C’mon, Carolyn. I used to work here, remember?” His voice had dropped a pitch. “You can tell me what’s going on.”

He was close now. So close that she could reach out and touch him if she wanted. See if underneath the bulge of muscle and intricately inked flesh he was the same man he’d always been. Would he smell the same? Taste the same?

Then she remembered his place. And hers.

“Nothing is going on.”

“What are you doing here, Carolyn?” His voice was quiet and hard.

“Working,” she informed him.

There she was, laying it on the line. And damned if he didn’t know it.

Jake didn’t speak. Just let the silence draw out until she thought she was going to scream. He was toying with her, and she hated that the boy she once loved had so much power and she so little. You deserve this, Carolyn. Every humiliating moment. She should apologize or subjugate herself. Beg.

In her own twisted way, she already had.

At long last, he scrubbed a big hand over his face. “I should fire you, but I’m not going to.”

The breath she’d been holding escaped her lips. “Why not?”

“Because I need you and as far as I can tell, you need me. Otherwise, why would you, of all people, be working in this washed-up club?”

“You need me?”

“Yes, I need you,” he snapped, his face a mask. “I have to modernize this place without alienating any of the existing members. They can’t stand me, but they relate to you. To that.” He gestured at her.

She frowned and crossed her arms under her breasts. “So what, exactly, do you want me to do?”

“Work them any way you can. Get them excited about the renovations I’m going to do.”

“I wouldn’t know what to say.”

“Talk about improvements—a new spa, a new golfing range, a new boathouse, whatever. They’ll listen to you. You’ve been director of events for only half a year, but your work is responsible for increasing overall club revenue by seven percent. You’ve made this club a destination for members looking for a venue to host parties. You know what a big deal that is? We’re still in a recession and membership has been falling for the past five years. You’ve clearly got a head for this kind of work.” He paused. “Plus, you’ve got that whole lady-who-lunches thing going for you.”

Carolyn lifted her chin. “This suit was my mother’s,” she said, then blanched. She hadn’t meant for that to slip out. It was none of Jake’s business that she was wearing her mom’s clothes. Or that she’d sold off her couture months ago to pay the utility bills.

He ignored that. “I also want you to plan an event for me,” he said.

Carolyn took a deep breath. So he wasn’t going to fire her, and he wanted a party. She could do a party. What kind of event would he want? “A welcome party?” she guessed.

“Exactly,” he said. “My introduction to our current members and our neighbors, to showcase what kinds of services Briarwood has to offer. It needs to happen fast. No later than May.”

Okay, he really did need her. No one else at Briarwood could do the job, and for him to find someone else on such short notice would pretty much be impossible without paying through the nose. With relief, she kicked her brain into party-planning mode. “It would also be a way to get those neighbors involved in the club before the refurbishment happens, and to emphasize the perks of early membership,” she observed.

“Yes. I want to talk about the new architectural plans for the clubhouse, the boathouse, and the golf course. I got Walter Williams, the famous course designer, to sign on to work with us. If that doesn’t make people want to be a part of this place, I don’t know what will.” He actually smiled a little, light laugh lines forming brackets around his mouth. When he didn’t have his angry face on, he really was beautiful.

“It will. I have this, Jake. I’ll make sure it’s exactly what you want. Thank you.”

“Jesus, Carolyn,” he said, his scowl back full force. “Don’t fucking thank me.”

She blinked and drew back. “I—I won’t, then.”

His brows creased, and then, surprisingly, his expression softened. “Why are you really here?”

She was so tempted to blurt it all out. To tell him everything—mostly that she desperately needed the money since Charles Worring, her dad’s financial advisor, had made off with the entire Rivington portfolio—along with the investment portfolios of her father’s friends who he’d referred to Worring. But she couldn’t bear the shame. So she told him a version of the truth. “I guess because it felt like home.” The closest thing to it, anyway. Because it was the one place that would still have her, even though this world—the old world and everything Briarwood represented—was fading fast.

Jake had such a lack of expression on his face, she honestly couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Did he believe her? Did it matter? The Jake she remembered wore his heart on his sleeve. New Jake kept every emotion except anger in lockdown.

Jake stared at her for another long minute. His jaw clenched and unclenched. A little muscle rippled high on his cheek. “Thursday. Eight thirty. Be ready to present your plans for this event.”

“I will.” She held out her hand.

He reached out, too, and when skin touched skin, an electric current sizzled up her arm. He gripped harder. The sizzle intensified and was joined by a tingling sensation near the base of her spine that worked its way up her body and settled right in her core. I still want him.

Quickly, she glanced up at Jake. He was watching her intently, giving her the same hungry look he’d given her countless times during that summer so very long ago. For the briefest of moments, she caught a glimpse of that proud, beautiful boy he’d been reflected in his face, and then a split second later, it was gone.

She didn’t shrink under his scrutiny, but nor could she speak. She couldn’t tell him how badly she needed this job. She couldn’t tell him how desperate she was to catch a break—any break—in her family’s case against Worring. And she certainly couldn’t tell him how, if they hadn’t been interrupted, she’d willingly have given him everything—body and soul—that night, fifteen years ago on the pebbly sand underneath the Briarwood docks. So Carolyn did the only thing she could.

She tore her hand from his grasp, gave him a short nod, and with her head held high, marched down the corridor and out to the staff parking lot.

About the Author

ELIZABETHElisabeth Barrett lives in the San Francisco Bay Area and spends her days teaching, editing, writing sexy contemporary romance, and enjoying time with her sometimes-bearded husband and three spirited children. She is constantly perfecting her home-work-writing juggling act, but in her free time she loves to hike open-space preserves, grow orchids, bake sweet things her husband won’t eat, and sing in grand choruses. For more about Elisabeth, please visit her website.

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