Once upon a time Annie Harlowe had a storybook romance that ended with a wedding on the beach. Not only is she still madly in love with her prince charming, but she has two beautiful children to complete the package. Why is it that a tiny part of her mind always screamed, “this is too good to be true”?
Now over a year after she received the awful news that her husband is dead, her life has most definitely changed. Now referred to as the widow Harlowe, she spends her days trying to figure out how to pay the bills with what little money she has left; the grass needs cutting; her son thinks he’s a super hero; her daughter suffers from night terrors, the door squeaks and the list goes on. Annie has also gotten into the habit of calling her husbands cell phone just to hear his voicemail message, over and over again. She is in for a great surprise, when on one particular day, he answers!
During the time period that Annie is convinced she must be crazy, she decides she’ll help out a friend of hers who owns a catering business. This will not only help him, but give her some much-needed cash. It is there that Annie will run into one of the rich owners of the home – Thomas Brannock IV. It doesn’t take her long to realize that Thom, with an “h”, is nothing like the rich snobs she expected to meet.
When Thom shows up on her doorstep the next day with her wedding ring, which must have slipped off the night before, she is in shock. Even more so when he compliments her on her home, settles in to listen and play with her children and literally steals her heart. Of course, Annie’s heart is not available for the taking as she keeps reminding herself. Her heart still belongs to her dead husband.
The relationship that ends up developing between Annie, Thom and her children is nothing if not charming. Normally, I would consider this type of romance a bit far-fetched and even stupid. However, Markham’s book left me hanging onto each word of this too-cute book. Each character in this book is guaranteed to pull your heartstrings. It was with great reluctance I turned the final page of Hello it's Me, this not-soon-to-be forgotten romance.