Goodreads Review



If the best man and maid of honor are both single, it’s practically an unwritten rule that they should pork. …so begins a rocky acquaintance between Jean-Christian “J.C.” Rousseau and Libitz Feingold at the wedding of J.C.’s brother and Lib’s best friend. While manslut best man J.C. is surprised when maid of honor Libitz soundly spurns his advances, his curiosity is piqued. The girl he couldn’t have becomes the only one he wants.

So, when he finds a seventy-year-old portrait in the attic of his sister’s mansion that bears an uncanny resemblance to the prickly gallery owner, he enlists her help in solving a mystery seven decades in the making. Traveling from Philadelphia to New York to Marseille, a couple who started off as enemies will discover that even cynics can find true love…and mortal man is no match for destiny.


It started with a painting and led to a love they both never expected to happen.

This is my first impression of J.C. in the book but he has several epiphanies throughout the book and my opinion of him changes at the end of the book…. Want to know how? Read my review and then you’ll find out.

J.C. is a pig at the beginning of the book when we meet him at Kate’s wedding.  He has a specific type of woman – big tits, hips and well I won’t be crass. But it ain’t pretty this alone made me want to throat punch him.

If the best man and the maid of honor are both single, thought J.C. Rousseau, taking another peek at Kate English’s best friend, Libitz Feingold, it’s practically an unwritten rule that they should pork. And if anyone was in dire need of a good, hard, thorough fucking, it was Mademoiselle Feingold.

Libitz Feingold. Kate’s best friend. Maid of honour. Classy, sophisticated and brilliantly smart is no prude and she has found her match in J.C.  But will the battle of the wills lead to something more? But it can’t be just some random fuck. They are family now. They will both be godparents to Ten & Kate’s child. I found Kate to be very judgemental and selfish towards Libitz and Jean Christian although it probably was due to the hormones.

First impressions I’m afraid do count.

“Hi. I’m Libitz Feingold, Kate’s best friend… and it’s not cold enough.” “What?” asked J.C. feeling completely turned around.  “It’s not cold enough in hell for me to fall for someone like you,” she said then shifted back around to talk to the person on the other side. Well, fuck me, thought J.C.

Libitz Feingold instantly judges him although everything she says is true. The Rousseau charm didn’t work. You’re going to have to work for it. They both have more in common then they want to have. They are both lovers of art.

Passion was art. He loved it. He fucking loved it. It was honest. It was raw. It was ugly. It was beautiful. It was the one time he let himself feel. It kept him safe.

He had conditioned himself to be in a relationship no expectations, assumptions, and no feelings. Just two consenting adults. I got it. He was the alibi for his father’s infidelity. How can a parent do that? I get where he was coming from but he is just so callous with other people’s feelings. But he is coming to realise that things can be different. But he has to deal with not disappointing the people he loves. And that the chance of forever is a choice.

There are no guarantees it is a choice to love someone. L’ chaim tovim, a good life.

J.C. sorry Jean Christian at the end of the book was……

A man worthy of love. He learnt what he wanted and that some things that needed to be changed. His love for his family and friends helped him especially getting closer to Libitz. They are both in unchartered waters and that is what I really enjoyed about their relationship they are just oblivious in how to lead a relationship but they do a good job in getting there.

The mystery of the painting is solved…. I would post the perfect quote here but I won’t so read it.  

I am a huge Katy Regnery fan but her last two books in this series have not been for me. There was a lack of substance whereas here it was the opposite. The mystery of a painting of family resemblance. That leads to a trip to France. If this had been another glossy book I feared that the Katy I know and love had lost her spark. Thank God she hasn’t I would have been devastated I didn’t want to miss another auto buy author. Let alone let her talent go to waste. I’m mean this all in the nicest way possible.


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