Clementine Daly knows she’s the black sheep. Her wealthy, powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine’s sent on a mission to live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn’t even an option. Of course, the last thing Clementine does before departure is grab a stranger’s phone by mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the line, but he doesn’t know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just the way Clementine likes it.
Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they’re both back in town, but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin doesn’t want to let her go that easy. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people can’t fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.
I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review.
I would describe Call Me, Maybe with the words typical, ordinary, and boring.
This book was one that I was INCREDIBLY looking forward to, having read and adored three of Cahill’s previous works. I know her as an author who’ll surely make me smile with a quick, fun and emotional romance read, but this time around, I was pretty much disappointed as fuck.
For some strange reason, I couldn’t click with Cahill’s writing in this one–maybe because the plot was just too cliche, perhaps? Whatever it may be, it just wasn’t my cup of tea.
I had trouble feeling the connection between the two leads as well. I mean, sure, Clementine and Justin are decent characters individually, and they do have legit reasons for being attracted to each other, but they just lacked that spark that makes up all my ships. This is probably because the pacing was WAY. TOO. FAST.
The first half (the part that I managed to actually finish) happened in a span of a couple of days, and in those couple of days, nothing happened aside from some mindless flirting. OH, and Clementine’s whining. We have that too.
If you’re looking for a quick romance read without too much substance, that’s the only time I might recommend Call Me, Maybe to you. If you want an emotional NA romance with more depth, go ahead and read Cahill’s When Joss Met Matt instead!