Since I moved to Alaska decades ago to snag my man, it was only natural that this little beauty snagged me. You may remember a while back the state of Alaska became famous for, among other things, not having enough women to go around. I prefer a buffet, so when I was ready to settle down I went the Last Frontier to make my selection. The heroine in this story, Sophie, did the same, but she also had another motivation. She was trying to get away from her rich daddy and the unwanted fiancé he’d set her up with.
Alaska’s a great place to hide. Seriously. Cut it in half and Texas becomes the THIRD largest state in the union. If someone pushes you out of a plane over Alaska, odds are your body will never be found. Except by the wolves. Or bears.
Sophie’s having a good ol’ time hiding out in Love, Alaska, working in a little café, enjoying the kind of downhome dirty living she missed in the Big Apple. It’s small town. Everyone knows everybody and they really do care, even if they can’t get anything out of you. Only one person knows Sophie’s a secret heiress, her best friend, Grace, and she’s not talking. Grace is busy living happily ever after with her own Alaskan man, Boone, and their new baby. Sophie wants that too. So far, none of the local guys are ringing her bell though.
My husband likes to say if you go looking for a man in Alaska, the odds are good, but the goods are odd. And I say, Well, I bagged you, didn’t I? Throw head back and laugh wholeheartedly.
Noah shows up, sent secretly by Sophie’s ex-fiancé to find out what in tarnation is going on. He’s been told the Ex is just heartbroken, wants to find his lost love, make sure she’s okay. And I’m thinkin, ‘right, sure he is. Of course, he makes Sophie’s bells ring when he walks in the door, presumably as the newly hired cook.
Noah’s been paid a lot of money to track down some rich brat chick who skipped out on her loving fiancé. But…Sophie is not a rich brat chick. She’s…nice. Kind. Generous. Grateful. And loving her new life and friends in Alaska. It just don’t add up. Little red flags are going up and he’s got to keep reminding himself he’s not there for any kind of relationship. It’s just business.
The townfolk pick up the tempo and Noah resists getting roped into their social scene. He has every reason to be on the Ex’s side. His own heart was broken by a rich brat chick and he don’t aim to have it broken again. But, he just can’t stand it when another guy kisses Sophie’s hand either.
Meanwhile, Sophie has no idea why Noah’s really there, but he is bringing up memories of her old life and making her homesick. She’d had a happy childhood, but then her dad struck it rich, her parents got divorced, and her mother died. She didn’t expect anyone in Love, Alaska to understand her poor-little-rich-girl dilemma? They lived paycheck to paycheck. She just wanted to live happily ever after. But, that takes love and love takes honesty.
Just when Noah’s believing Sophie’s the nice one and the Ex is the bad one after all, the Ex wants Noah to date Sophie to keep her away from the other guys in town. This is typical behavior from people who are so self-absorbed it makes them stupid. Noah is a hottie and Sophie doesn’t care about the Ex’s money. Noah’s a born and bred Alaskan boy too, from Homer. Been there. Had the best halibut in the world fresh off the boat in Homer, Alaska. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homer,_Alaska And thing is you call a spade a spade in Alaska, or maybe I should say an Ulu is an Ulu. http://alaskagiftcompany.com/products/alaska-ulu-knife
So these two lovebirds are finding their way together through honesty and the value of family and community, friends, forgiveness, all those good things.
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Want to know my real life Alaskan Romance? Okay, here it is. I was pushing thirty and finally ready to settle down. So, I asked my brother what I should do. He said move to Alaska, walk into church and just take your pick. So, I did. I walked in, found the guys outnumbered the girls fifteen to one and the only other girl there was already engaged, and I said, “Okay, I’ll take that one.”