Erryn reviews ‘Hide to Seek (London Lies Book 2)’ by C.F. White. The ebook was published September 30, 2020 and was 323 pages.The audiobook version of this story was narrated by Piers Ryman, released November 18, 2020 and is 8 hrs and 17 mins long. A copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
Why I read this book: I loved book 1.
Jackson Young has gone into hiding. Fighting to get his name cleared and his truth heard, he’s followed Fletcher Doherty to Ireland for a safe haven from those who want to silence his story.
As they work on Jackson’s biography, their growing attraction gets harder resist. Fletcher’s made it clear though — their professional boundary isn’t to be crossed, especially with so many loose threads from each of their pasts left hanging.
But as he learns more about the once coveted celebrity’s rise to fame, and the manipulation and control that came with it, Fletcher finds it increasingly difficult to distance himself from their intimate moments. Lust fueled attraction is easy to ignore, but an emotional connection is harder to deny.
Surrounded by Fletcher’s meddling family, and ex boyfriends who still harbor feelings of being jilted, Jackson has to play the part of his lifetime. Can he prove that he does have talent and win Fletcher’s heart as well as his trust?
And can he do it all before their idyllic hideaway is compromised?
Hide to Seek is the second book in the London Lies trilogy and is a slow burn, hurt/comfort, romantic suspense series.
Middle books in trilogies often suffer from saggy middle syndrome. To be clear – this book isn’t that way at all. The story picks up from where book 1 left off – with Jackson and Fletcher on the run. They head to Fletcher’s family home in Ireland because, frankly, they’ve no where else to go. Fletcher’s family are happy to see him, to be sure, but there’s an underlying tension. Fletcher abandoned his family to go live the glamorous life in London with no thought for how the family would fare. Yes, his sisters are able to help out, but his father needs a man around to do much of the work now that he’s getting older. The family also miss Fletcher and want him to come home.
But Fletcher had another reason for leaving. He’d been caught in a compromising position with another young man from the town. Another man who makes it clear he’d be happy to take off where they left off. Into all this comes Jackson. They’d hoped he might fly under the radar but Fletcher’s young intrepid sister spills the beans. Then hits on Jackson. Whether she’s blind to the growing attraction between Jackson and her brother or just wants a fling is another story.
The men aren’t safe, though, and their location is revealed. Trouble comes knocking and Jackson gets into some serious trouble.
And then the men go on the run again.
Some questions still remain unanswered. Who killed Jackson’s girlfriend? Why did his best friend confess and then kill himself? Why are people still after him? How does his career as a mega star fit into all this?
Oh, and Fletcher’s still trying to write Jackson’s biography. Although those professional lines are definitely blurring.
I want to give a special nod to Jackson’s growing realization of what’s involved in running a farm. Too often we city folk take our food for granted without any thought of where it comes from. There was a particularly poignant moment that has stuck with me that needed a mention.
I can’t wait for the next book and am glad I’m going to be able to get there right away. Finally, a quick word about Piers Ryman. He’s a great narrator and he suits this series perfectly. Definitely he’s along for this rollercoaster ride.
9/10 Pots of Gold – Compares to 4.5/5 Stars
Brought up in the relatively small town in Hertfordshire, I managed to do what most other residents of the town try and fail. Leave.
Going off to study at a West London University, I realised there was a whole city out there just waiting to be discovered, so much like Dick Whittington before, I never made it back home and still endlessly searches for the streets paved with gold; slowly coming to the realisation that it is mostly paved with chewing gum. And the odd bit of graffiti. And those little circles of yellow spray paint where the council point out the pot holes to someone who is supposedly meant to fix them instead of stare at them endlessly whilst holding a polystyrene foam cup of watered down coffee.
Eventually I moved from West to East along that vast District Line, and settled for pie and mash, cockles and winkles, and a bit of Knees Up Mother Brown to live in the East End of London; securing a job, creating a life, a home, a family.
Having worked in Higher Education for the most proportion of my adult life, a life-altering experience brought pen back to paper, having written stories as a child but never having the confidence to show them to the world. Now embarking on this writing malarkey, I cannot stop. So strap in, it’s a bumpy ride from here on in.