The Real by Kate Stewart
Publication Date | April 3rd, 2018
ARC provided by the author
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Kate Stewart was a brand new to me author, so going into The Real, I wasn’t sure what to expect. What I got was a book chock-full of emotion with some twists along the way. I loved the premise for this book the second I read the blurb, and really it was even before that – the cover suckered me right in. Cam and Abbie meet over their MacBooks in a coffee shop, and though their connection is undeniable, Abbie is hesitant to dive headfirst into any kind of a relationship. Cam, on the other hand, is willing to go all in. But what he’s not willing to do is push Abbie in order to get there. I enjoyed Abbie’s character and thought her reasons for holding back were credible, but it really was Cam who stole my heart. He was a genuinely good guy who was desperate for someone to love, and I thought Abbie was so lucky that he chose her. The bulk of this book is their everyday lives and getting to know each other, and I thought this was an important part of the story. Abbie really needed time to warm up to the idea of dating, and when they finally decide to give it a go, they decide to check any baggage they have and not bring it into the relationship. Unfortunately, the best laid plans often go awry, and their own baggage is something Abbie and Cam both need to deal with before they can truly move on. But before they can, Cam’s baggage rears its ugly head in a twist I did not see coming, and I thought it was an interesting twist. I won’t spoil anything, but I do want to say that I appreciate that this book (and author) explores something we don’t often see in romance novels, and for a time, it changed Cam’s character entirely for me. And for Abbie. But that was exactly what Cam didn’t want, and Cam and Abbie clearly have a long way to go before either can begin to heal.
As far as secondary characters go, Oliver, Abbie’s brother, and Max, Cam’s best friend, were standouts for me. I like that Oliver is protective of his sister, and that Max is willing to be there for Cam however Cam needs. (Speaking of Max, I would be thrilled if we were to get his book somewhere down the line.)
I will say that I do think this book could have been shortened a bit to tighten up the plot and make the pacing more even keeled, and I had a hard time connecting with Abbie. She was a weepy heroine, and while there is obviously nothing wrong with that, it was something I had a hard time identifying with. But that doesn’t change the fact that she was a likable character, and I was able to sympathize with her.
Overall, I thought The Real was a sweet story of two people who just wanted to find their other half in life, and if you enjoy this kind of plot, you’ll enjoy this book.
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Cameron’s Mac: Hi.
I looked above my laptop and took a deep breath before I accepted his invitation.
Abbie’s Mac: Hi.
Abbie, he’s going to wear your skin! I tried to ignore my inner voice.
Cameron’s Mac: I saw you with the homeless guy.
Abbie’s Mac: Ok?
He took a sip out of his Real Men Love Pomeranians mug and shrugged before he typed.
Cameron’s Mac: So, that was nice of you. Most people in the city just walk on by.
Abbie’s Mac: Oh. Most people do walk past Bennie. But he’s different and I’m not most people.
He lifted a brow and bit his lip.
Cameron’s Mac: I see that.
Cameron’s Mac: Want to have your next cup with me?
Say yes, say yes! It’s only coffee!
Abbie’s Mac: No, thank you.
His brows drew tight with his frown.
Cameron’s Mac: Sure? How about some breakfast?
My pulse raced with the memory of my last reaction to that type of attention and the consequences, and I answered without another thought.
Abbie’s Mac: No, thanks.
His chuckle was deep and covered me, even across the space between us. He bit his full bottom lip as he typed, his smirk still intact.
Fuck. Me. Damn it, Abbie!
Cameron’s Mac: Well, I guess today is not my day.
Abbie’s Mac: That’s all you’ve got?
I had no clue why I sent that message . . . why I was bothered that he didn’t try harder. Just that fucking smirk. It was sexy as hell.
He read my message and shrugged as he typed.
Cameron’s Mac: You seem to enjoy coffee. I don’t have an agenda. You’re beautiful, I noticed. I wanted to drink coffee with you. You said no. I’m going to scrape up the rest of my pride now and head out.
He closed his laptop and stood while I deflated. Damn it. He was being nice. Since when are guys just . . . nice?
Am I a man hater? Have I become that woman?
I spoke up as he slipped his computer into a worn leather bag.
“I’m sorry,” I offered in quick apology. “I was expecting some horrible line or screwed up proposition. The web, messaging, anything that has to do with technology has been hazardous for me. I’ve seen enough unsolicited dick pics for a lifetime. I was just being cautious.” And that was the truth. But I’d said it aloud in verbal vomit. Did I really say “dick pics” out loud?
He chuckled again as he looked down at me from where he stood, then grinned.
“Today isn’t the right day.” The husky baritone of his voice matched the silky hue of his eyes, which seemed to darken as he looked me over.
“No?” I asked in a whisper as I sized up his six-foot-plus frame and imagined the possibilities.
“No,” he said. “Maybe we can not have coffee again sometime?”
He’d tapped out with a simple ‘no’ from me. He couldn’t have been that interested in the first place.
I couldn’t deny the disappointment welling up in my ovaries.
“Okay.” I lifted the last syllable when he didn’t press further.
Cameron pulled out his wallet and set some money on his table then walked over to mine and did the same.
“At least let me buy your next cup.”
After setting the bills down, he stood over me briefly and I caught his scent—purely masculine. I inhaled as much as I could without being obvious. He didn’t smell like a psycho.
Cameron picked up his man–bag while I pictured running my fingers through his messy, inches thick, dark-brown hair.
Don’t let him leave. Tell him you aren’t that big of a bitch. But that would seem desperate. You aren’t desperate. But you are horny. Omg, are you horny??
As if reading my thoughts, I caught another flash of his teeth and had to bite my cheek to keep my reaction in check.
“I’ll see you.”
“Yeah, see you. And thanks,” I said to his retreating back, an octave louder than necessary. “For the coffee,” I added. Outside the window, Cameron bent and exchanged words with Bennie before sticking some cash in his hand.
Well, Abbie. Guess you’ll just have to wait until the next time you roll out of bed and a beautiful man hits on you. Should happen again, you IDIOT!
Once again, my hesitance had cost me. And I couldn’t help but feel like this time it cost me big.
Sagging into my seat, I continued to stare in his direction, watching those broad shoulders walk out of my life.
| About the Author |
Kate Stewart lives in Charleston, S.C. with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. A native of Dallas, Kate moved to Charleston three weeks after her first visit, dropping her career of 8 years, and declaring it her creative muse. Kate pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense because it’s what she loves as a reader. A lover of all things ’80s and ’90s, especially John Hughes films and rap, she dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity only and does a horrible job of playing the ukulele. Aside from running a mile without collapsing, traveling is the only other must on her bucket list. On occasion, she does very well at vodka.
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