Her past. His secrets. They have more in common than she knows.
Maisy is happily content with the life she’s built for herself and her young son in small-town Prescott, Montana. Her child is thriving, her business is growing, and her family is as close as they’ve ever been. But when a handsome stranger walks into the lobby of her motel, her simple life is swept up in a wave of affection for his gentle heart. None of those feelings can be trusted, though. She made that mistake before with another man. The man she murdered.
Hunter was a different man when he first saw Maisy Holt from afar. He took one look at her and ran in the opposite direction. But years later, he’s back in Montana and unable to keep his distance. He shouldn’t have tried to find her but he never was good at rejecting temptation. The promise of the good she could bring into his life is too hard to resist. Maybe if he can disguise the lies and hide the deceit, he can keep her from learning the truth. Because his only chance at a future with her is by burying his past.
This is a stand-out in a wholly wonderful series. These books are all hard-hitting, but Maisy, Hunter, and Coby’s story played on my heartstrings in a way the other books I’ve read in the Jamison Valley series didn’t. Maisy completely won me over, and Hunter was near perfection, I am a little sad to see these characters go.
The Bitterroot Inn is the fifth book in Devney Perry’s Jamison Valley series; these books are interconnected stand-alones. While you could read The Bitterroot Inn without first having read any of the other books in the series, I would highly suggest at least reading The Coppersmith Farmhouse first as it contains a lot of Maisy’s backstory. The Bitterroot Inn is written in dual first-person perspective in Maisy and Hunter’s voices.
Admittedly, I haven’t read the second or third books in this series, The Clover Chapel and The Lucky Heart, but The Bitterroot Inn is my favorite book in the series. Maisy was impressive; she’d gone through so much in The Coppersmith Farmhouse, seeing how well she was doing in this book left me in awe. Sure, she had her moments of weakness, but the girl was pure strength; she’d been to hell and back having only been fortified in those fires. She needed someone who let her know being strong didn’t always mean being the only one she could rely on, and Hunter was a perfect person to demonstrate that for her. I loved how great Hunter was, not only with Maisy but with Coby, too.
The storyline in The Bitterroot Inn was engrossing. I was completely enthralled with Maisy and Hunter’s story from the time I opened it until I finished the final page. There were so many moving parts to keep track of; it was interesting to see all of those threads come together into an intricate web of secrets and scars. Just when I thought everything was starting to settle and Maisy and Hunter were finally finding their footing, Devney Perry kept the twists coming. I was impressed by Ms. Perry’s ability to shock me with her story.
Devney Perry wrote a compelling series in Jamison Valley; I will definitely be going back and reading the two I’ve skipped. She made it easy for me to picture myself walking around town with her characters and she made me wish those characters were my friends. She has a great voice, and I hope she continues to put out these emotionally moving, high-intensity stories.
I was so lost in my sketching I flinched when the lobby door opened, and my pencil skidded off the page, leaving a deep mark even the eraser wouldn’t undo. I frowned for a split second before looking up, ready to greet my visitor with a megawatt smile.
The smile fell, along with my chin.
My visitor was straight out of a magazine. His light brown hair was tied back in a neat man bun. His strong jaw was covered in an expertly manicured beard. His caramel-brown eyes, framed with long, dark lashes, were aimed at me with such intensity they nearly knocked me off my stool.
When he turned to close the door, I was suddenly very aware of the fact I was wearing no makeup and my clothes were about as dull as an economics lecture. But hey! At least you washed your hair today. Thank god I wasn’t in my normal blue baseball cap.
I wouldn’t look like a complete slouch in front of this man.
This man was all the good things about my Chrises rolled into one. This man should be in the middle of a photo shoot for a fifty-foot billboard, not standing inside my motel lobby.
This man was about to get the mumbling, fumbling version of Maisy Holt the likes of which no one had never seen.
Devney lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories.