Nick ‘Apollo’ Hamilton has been in love with his best friend’s wife, Mia, for years. He can’t seem to be able to shake off his obsession, his thoughts always going back to that threesome they shared. It’s only when he meets a waitress named Leah that his life takes a brighter outlook. She could be Mia’s twin, after all. How perfect is that?
Things start to unravel when he asks his new girlfriend to spend the weekend with him. When Leah meets her ‘twin’, it’s clear some truths have been left unsaid.
When things are too good to be true, what do you do? Do you make a go for it, knowing you’d always regret it otherwise? What would you do if you knew the man you craved loved another? Would you fight? Would you forgive? Would you… love?
Seriously Reviewed, 16.5/20 SCORE
"Someone Like You has everything you expect from an Emma Hillman story. Her characters are flawed, yet find that inner strength to overcome their vulnerabilities. Nick is scrumptious. I loved him in Yes, No Maybe…and Someone Like You reminded me why... Love never comes easy and Ms. Hillman brilliantly writes stories that show us characters that aren’t always easy to love, but when the last page is turned, they leave you wanting for more."
Violet, Whipped Cream Reviews, 4/5 CHERRIES
"...I enjoyed Someone Like You so much that I will be going back and reading the two previous novels. If you’re looking for a delightfully engrossing story, Someone Like You is not to be missed."
He laughed, the sound doing things to her insides even if they were separated by a door.
“Yeah. Are you sure you don’t need my help? I don’t hear water splashing.”
“Argh!” She hurried to the tub and quickly turned the taps on. “Happy now?”
“I don’t know, are you naked?” She started. He hadn’t just asked her that, right? It was her dream again, it had to be. “Leah? Are you naked?” His voice had dropped an octave or two, the sound so husky goosebumps appeared on her arms.
“Why are you doing this?”
“This.” She waved her hand in the air before remembering he was in another room altogether. “I don’t understand.”
“I guess I… I like you.”
“Oh.” Well, that did it. She was dreaming again!
“Is that all you have to say?”
She could hear the amusement in his voice so she replied, her voice shaky even in her dream, “I like you too. I’ve always liked you. You were my fantasy.”
“I was? Or I still am?”
She licked her lips, her gaze focusing on the water splashing against the sides of the tub. “You still are.”
“Fuck.” She heard him curse. “Can I come in, Leah?”
She looked up then and saw her reflection in the mirror. Pale, dimply skin. Large breasts encased in serviceable white cotton. Soft belly barely contained by the matching panties. She was so out of his league it wasn’t funny. With a wry smile at herself, she said, “No.”