My favorite book from Stephanie Rose thus far is Only You. It is the story where we first meet Ellie, a vivacious woman who is determined to battle the odds for love. When her world began to crumble, it broke my heart! So when I found out that After You was her continued story I could not wait to see how Rose finds Ellie a new happily ever after. This book is a brilliant second chance for Ellie to find a new beginning in love while still remembering what came before. Rose does a great job of balancing the two. We see the reality of a woman who lost her soulmate, a woman who was left in this world alone, devastated, a widow at such a young age. She is lost and confused, wondering how to move on when she sees her deceased husband in everything around her.

After You is a brilliant balance of what is passed and the future to look forward to. Rose does a great job of sharing the struggles of a grieving widow and the realities and confusion of finding love again. Ellie and Nick are so good together. I was pretty skeptical of him, knowing what Ellie had in the past, but this man blew my expectations out of the water. He was kind, persistent, loving, devoted, and devastatingly perfect for Ellie. This man burrowed in deep and made a place for himself in Ellie’s life. I loved the dynamic between Ellie and her son Jack. I loved watching the connection between Jack and Nick grow. All the relationships will give you the feels, something Rose is good at.

Stephanie Rose does Ellie justice. She gives her a happily ever after that is bright and new, all the while continuing to love and cherish what came before. Nick and Ellie are on fire together and their love is forged in the heat and despair that comes with second chances. Their family is woven together so well and it will satisfy readers of the series! 

“Nick, let’s sit here.” Jack yanked Nick by the hand down the movie theater aisle and pulled him into a seat. Jack plopped down in a seat next to him adjacent to the wall. So much for my son wanting to sit anywhere near me tonight.

“Perfectly good seat right here.” Nick patted the chair next to him. All the theaters had been renovated with leather recliners. Usually, since my son dragged me to the latest kid movie, it was a real fight to keep my eyes open and not drift off mid-movie. I was sure sitting next to Nick for the next couple of hours would keep me wide awake.

“I can’t wait to see Optimus Prime!” Jack exclaimed through a mouth full of popcorn.

“Me, too! He was my favorite when I was your age.” Nick took a handful from the bucket resting on Jack’s lap.

“Really?”

“And I used to drive a car like Bumble Bee.”

“You did?” I squinted at Nick as I took a slurp of diet soda.

“A yellow Camaro.” Nick’s mouth tipped in a sexy smirk as he pushed his seat back.

I bit my lip to hold in a laugh as the lights dimmed.

“You can wipe that smug look off your face. Chicks loved that car.” Nick whispered in my ear. The hot tickle of his breath against my cheek made goose bumps spread down my neck to my shoulder.

“Did you drive around blasting Metallica in your banana-colored Camaro?” I giggled back. “At least they saw you coming.”

He laughed as the opening credits started to roll. “Women loved my banana.”

I sputtered a cough as I choked on a piece of popcorn. Nick shrugged with a sly grin as he settled into the seat.

I leaned my elbow on the armrest between us, and it grazed Nick’s forearm. I jumped at the contact and jerked my hand into my lap, where it was safe. I was catapulted back to my teenage years when the slightest contact with a boy I liked sent shivers up my spine.

Nick wasn’t a boy, though. He was a man—a gorgeous man with unforgettable lips that knew how to kiss a woman stupid. I wanted to touch more than just his elbow. Keeping a level head around him was damn near impossible with adolescent hormones ravaging through my thirty-something body.

Nick laughed at my hands, now frozen on my thigh.

I focused on the screen until Nick pulled my hand back on the armrest.

“We can share, Ella-Jane.” He smirked as he slid his hand against mine and laced our fingers together.

My palms were damp as he brought our joined hands to his lips. He pressed a long, wet kiss to the inside of my wrist.

The bristles of his beard scratched against my skin as goose bumps drifted down my arm. I felt the warmth of his mouth all the way to my toes. My body was enjoying the simple but intimate attention too much at that moment to move my hand.

Something felt wrong holding Nick’s hand around Jack. When I glanced at my son, he was munching on popcorn and oblivious to anything but the robots on the screen. I smiled at Nick, but he didn’t smile back. Illuminated by the soft flicker from the movie, the heat and yearning in his eyes burned brightly. My breathing quickened as his finger blazed a light caress back and forth over the top of my hand.

For five years, I never so much as glanced in another man’s direction. Now, Nick simply holding my hand melted me into a puddle. It was pathetic but spoke the volumes I couldn’t admit out loud.

Stephanie Rose was born and raised in the Bronx, New York and still lives there with her superhero-obsessed husband and son.

She has a Bachelor’s degree in Business and a day job in marketing, but she always has a story in her head. Her books are full of swoon-worthy men and feisty heroines.

This lifelong New Yorker lives for Starbucks, book boyfriends, and 80s rock. Her voice is often mistaken for a Mob Wives trailer.

Books by Stephanie Rose: Always You | Only You | Finding Me | Always Us