ARC Review: Love, In English by Karina Halle

Posted April 20, 2014 by Francesca in Reviews / 7 Comments

I received this book for free from Author in exchange for an honest review.
This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
ARC Review: Love, In English by Karina Halle
Love, In English
by Karina Halle

5 Stars


Released: April 20, 2014
Published by Metal Blonde Books
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 456
Format: eARC
 

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“There is something so beautiful about this story that transcends the stereotypes of what I want to read about or not. It’s just a beautiful, even if painful at times, and just intense… love story. Full of passion and heartache.” ~Under the Covers

There are certain things that a great book should do.  It should grab your attention from the very beginning, you should connect with the characters to the point that you feel as if you’re living the story right along with them.  It should tug at the strings of your heart and just MAKE YOU FEEL.  And LOVE, IN ENGLISH did all that and more.

This is the story of a 23 year old Canadian girl, a bit of a rebel, full of tattoos and piercings and armed with a free spirit that heads to Spain in search of an adventure.  She’s going to teach English to Spaniards who need help with their conversational English.  What she finds is a wonderful group of people that quickly become good friends, and a connection to a man that’s forbidden but undeniable.

Mateo Casalles is the epitome of a refined man, the type that you will be drooling all over for.  He’s 38, an ex professional soccer player now restaurant owner.  A business man, who likes to wear suits.  Smart, charismatic, smitten….and married.  While he’s at the language camp, he’s left home his beautiful wife and their young daughter.

So let me start off by stating the obvious.  This book involves cheating.  You may have noticed before than when this happens I usually hate it and can really ruin my enjoyment of a book.  But there are those few times where I can overlook it because it’s done so in a way that is such part of the way that book has to be written that it wouldn’t be the same had you taken it out.  LOVE, IN ENGLISH is an example of that.

Don’t let the preconceived ideas of the fact you may hate the subject matter deter you from reading this book.  There is something so beautiful about this story that transcends the stereotypes of what I want to read about or not. It’s just a beautiful, even if painful at times, and just intense… love story. Full of passion and heartache.

Karina Halle has a way with words.  I’ve said that before and I’ll say it again.  She really manages to paint such a bright, colorful and emotional story with simple words and makes us live in this world along with the characters for as long as it takes us to read her books.  As usual, LOVE, IN ENGLISH was a fast read for me because once I started it I couldn’t put it down.

I really hope that we will see more contemporary romance from Karina Halle in the future, because truly this woman can just write anything she sets out to.  And I love every second of it!

Fave quote:

There really are too many to write down here, especially when Mateo was speaking and opening his soul.  But this one I thought was beautiful.

“Love is like a thief, it robs you of all thought and logic, and all you have left is a heart that you can only pray is strong enough to survive the rest.”

*ARC provided by author

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Title: Love, In English

Author: Karina Halle

Release Date: April 20th, 2014

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He’s thirty-eight. I’m twenty-three.

He speaks Spanish. I speak English.

He lives in Spain. I live in Canada.

He dresses in thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.

He’s married and has a five-year old daughter.

I’m single and can’t commit to anyone or anything.

Until now.Because when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the f*#king truth.

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To a restless dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.

Mateo Casalles is unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to. While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more.

Something that makes Vera feel alive for the first time.

Something that can never, ever be.

Or so she thinks.

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Excerpt

Claudia shrugged and pulled down at her yellow tee. “Not my problem. Eduardo is nice but Ricardo is really nice.”

“How did it happen?” I asked, kinda wanting the sordid details.

She was coy. “The way it usually happens.”

“Did you make the first move?”

Another shrug. “Why not?”

I swear, a shrug and a “why not?” were the Spaniards’ go-to answer for everything.

“Well, then I guess it seems safe—and a little boring now—to tell you that I have a crush on someone.”

Her brows quirked up. “Other than Mateo?”

“What?”

“You are sleeping with Mateo, no?”

“WHAT?!”

“No?”

“No!” I exclaimed, appalled. “Why does everyone keep thinking that?”

“Because you are always together,” she said simply. She took a sip of wine. “The attraction is very obvious. So, I figured you must be sleeping together.”

“He’s married!”

“Yes, but you are not.”

I shook my head adamantly. “It’s wrong. I don’t want to be the other woman. I’ve seen my dad go for the other woman, and I can’t put Mateo’s daughter through that,” I said. “Or his wife,” I quickly added.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t have feelings for anyone else.”

“Yes, it does mean that.”

“Maybe you are meant to be together.”

“We’re not! There isn’t even a together. We’re just friends. I haven’t done anything about it, and so far my feelings are totally one-sided.”

Claudia got up off the couch and brought a pack of cigarettes out of her front jean pocket. “If you think it is on the one side, you have not seen the way he looks at you.”

She walked over to her small patio table and pulled out a chair. I got up and stormed after her, my nerves dancing excitedly.
“What do you mean, the way he looks at me?” I asked, lowering my voice in case there were people around listening. I felt like bouncing off the walls.

She slid the ashtray toward her as I sat down. “You do not see it. But I do. I think everyone does. He looks at you like…like you’re his favorite food.”

“Favorite food?”

She lit her cigarette. “Yes. You’re like his favorite food in the whole world. He wants to have you, eat you, devour you. He thinks about you all the time, craves you. But he cannot have you for one reason or another. Perhaps you upset his stomach. Maybe he is on a diet, yes? All he wants is a taste, but he cannot even have that. That is how he looks at you.”

I sat there, stunned, as some of her smoke blew in my face. That’s how Mateo looked at me? Like he wanted to eat me? I was pretty sure that’s how I looked at him. Just last night I was contemplating nibbling on his earlobes.

“And yes,” she said, leaning closer to me, a small smile on her lips, “that is also how you look at him.” Great, a mind reader. “But you are more subtle about it. You try not to let everyone know. But, we know.”

“There is nothing to know,” I reminded her, poking the table with my finger for emphasis. “We are not sleeping together. He is married. I have a crush. That is it. The end of the story.”

“A crush?” she questioned. “Vera, I think you’re in love with him.”

No fucking way. Not love. That did not happen with me, not ever and not now.

“You can’t fall in love in a week,” I told her heatedly.

“You can fall in love in a second,” she said with a snap of her fingers. “The heart has no regard for time.”

With that sobering thought, Claudia told me about her ex-boyfriend and how they fell in love at first sight then took the conversation back to Ricardo and their exploits. I envied her so badly right then and there. She could fawn over Ricardo, kiss him, fuck him, and no one would ever bat an eye. It was okay for them to be together. It wasn’t forbidden.

I gulped the rest of the wine and left her apartment, heading back to reception to meet Cristina for my next one-on-one, my mind and heart and hormones all over the place. Lo and behold, Mateo was walking up the path toward me.

He was on the phone, smiling.

His shirt was off and slung over his shoulder, exposing his bare chest, abs, and arms.

Holy fuck.

For a moment, I was sure that time had stopped. Or maybe ever single nerve, cell, vein, bone, muscle in my body just slowed as I took him all in.

From his thick-veined forearms to his sculpted shoulders and broad chest peppered with neatly-trimmed chest hair, to his six-pack abs, he had, by far, the best body I’d ever seen on a man. He kept himself in fine-ass shape, looking more like a young athlete than anything else. He and David Beckham had more in common than I thought, although David’s skin tone wasn’t as mesmerizing. Mateo’s color was amazing, just beautiful, this dark, golden bronze that covered him everywhere. I wanted so badly to just touch him, to lick the sheen of sweat off his skin. I bet he tasted like victory.

And to think this was the man that Claudia said wanted to taste me.

I really, really wanted to believe her.

Meanwhile, I was just standing there like I was melting into a puddle of myself. I clamped my mouth shut as he walked past and I heard him say into the phone, “No, mi tesorito, it was easy, I didn’t injure myself.” He was beaming, talking about the game, to his wife. To his tesorito. And he called their relationship complicated? This was complicated.

He winked at me in acknowledgement, his smile becoming broader. I tried to smile back but it wouldn’t come. I just stared at him, feeling stupid, foolish, and strangely rejected. In a perfect world I may have been his favorite food, but it still wasn’t what he got served every day. I turned around and walked down the hill, my heart feeling like a pincushion.

“Vera!” I heard him call out from behind. I stopped and nervously glanced over my shoulder. He was holding the phone’s receiver to his chest, grinning at me. “I need to ask you your question.”

“What?” I asked, hoping it was quick.

“Who is your favorite Spaniard here?”

Seriously?

And yet I couldn’t lie to him.

“You,” I said, more to myself than to him. Then I turned around and walked away as quickly as I could.

 

About Karina Halle

The daugh­ter of a Nor­we­gian Viking and a Finnish Moomin, Karina Halle grew up in Van­cou­ver, Canada with trolls and eter­nal dark­ness on the brain. This soon turned into a love of all things that go bump in the night and a rather sadis­tic appre­ci­a­tion for freak­ing peo­ple out. Like many of the flawed char­ac­ters she writes, Karina never knew where to find her­self and has dab­bled in act­ing, make-up artistry, film pro­duc­tion, screen­writ­ing, pho­tog­ra­phy, travel writ­ing and music jour­nal­ism. She even­tu­ally found her­self in the pages of the very nov­els she wrote (if only she had looked there to begin with).

Karina holds a screen­writ­ing degree from Van­cou­ver Film School and a Bach­e­lor of Jour­nal­ism from TRU. Her travel writ­ing, music reviews/interviews and pho­tog­ra­phy has appeared in pub­li­ca­tions such as Con­se­quence of Sound, Mxdwn and GoNo­mad Travel Guides. She cur­rently splits her time between her apart­ment in down­town Van­cou­ver and her sail­boat, where a book and a bot­tle of wine are always at hand.

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7 responses to “ARC Review: Love, In English by Karina Halle

  1. Amy R

    Cheating is one of #1 dislikes but I understand the point you made in your review that depending on the way something is written there can be exceptions.

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