Maggie Carpenter is ready for a change— and to leave her ordinary life in South Carolina behind. But when she accepts a scholarship to the International School in London, a university attended by the privileged offspring of diplomats and world leaders, Maggie might get more than she bargained for.
When Maggie meets Hugh, a twentysomething British guy, she finds herself living the life she always wanted. Suddenly she’s riding around the city in a Ferrari, wearing borrowed designer clothes and going to the hottest clubs. The only problem? Another guy, the one she can’t seem to keep her hands off of.
Half French, half Lebanese, and ridiculously wealthy, Samir Khouri has made it clear he doesn’t do relationships. He’s the opposite of everything Maggie thought she wanted…and he’s everything she can’t resist. Torn between her dream guy and the boy haunting her dreams, Maggie has to fight for her own happy ending. In a city like London, you never know where you stand, and everything can change in the blink of an eye.
5 Words: Fun, playful, growing-up, new-adult, sexy.
I SEE LONDON, I SEE FRANCE, I CAN SEE YOUR UNDERPANTS!
So sorry. I had to get that out of my system.
Book by book, my faith in New Adult is being restored. This is the second NA in a row which has impressed me and kept me reading. And..? No eye rolling.
This book did have me feeling a little rage-y at points, but it worked so so well by the end of the book. When you get to the bit when you think "Really, Maggie?" just keep reading on. Because it's written for a reason. And when you get to the end, everything will fall into place and you'll be feeling all warm and fuzzy and totally understand everything.
What this story does best is the main character, Maggie. She is one of the best written NA characters I've ever read. She changes and it's not always for the better. She loses sight of who she is and what she wants, but in the end everything works out wonderfully, but not without a lot of hard work and heartbreak. And it's right that it does. Maggie's journey is completely relatable and exactly what the New Adult genre should be about.
I think I See London actually worked really well all on its own. As much as I'd love to see where Maggie and Samir go next, I was content with how it ended. There's no pressure on me to read on, no pressing cliff-hanger. But I will read on, because that was a great read. And I want to know more about Maggie's dad. And Fleur. I loved Fleur.
Below is a rather gorgeous excerpt from quite a bit in to the story. Make sure you check out the other excerpts as well, I've linked to them below. Happy reading!
There was something magical about London nights, something in the air that whispered possibilities—and adventure on the horizon.
It was in the air tonight.
I wore one of my own outfits—a black wrap dress with a plunging neckline and short hemline that made up for the demure long sleeves. It had been a massive find at H&M, which was rapidly becoming one of my favorite stores. I paired the dress with a killer pair of black leather high-heeled boots and chunky Lucite jewelry. Thanks to Fleur’s hair magic, my long brown hair fell in wild curls around my face.
I could hardly recognize myself. Sometime during the last few months I had changed. For the most part I still looked the same. My hair was still brown, my hips still curvy, my boobs smaller than I would have liked. It was just the packaging that was different.
But no matter how much my clothes had changed, I still felt the same rush of nerves at the sight of Hugh’s Ferrari roaring up the street, the same feeling of disbelief.
Tonight was exactly what I needed. I needed to suspend reality, just for a moment. I wanted nothing to do with Maggie from South Carolina. Tonight I could be someone else.
The car came to a stop in front of the building. Hugh killed the engine and opened the car door, sliding gracefully out of the driver’s seat. His gaze settled on me. A low whistle of appreciation fell from his lips.
“Babe, you’re a knockout.”
I flushed with pleasure, thinking I could say the same about him. Tonight he wore an inky-purple velvet jacket, perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders. It was the kind ofthing no self-respecting guy in South Carolina would have ever worn—but on Hugh it looked exactly right. His long legs were encased in dark denim jeans, a snowy-white collared dress shirt peeking out from the jacket. Expensive leather loafers completed the look.
I nodded, crossing the distance between us and taking his outstretched hand, loving the feel of our fingers linked together. Just that little bit of bare skin against mine was enough to send a whole other level of anticipation through me.