Synopsis
“Ellie Cahill is definitely one to watch!” raves bestselling author
Cora Carmack, and this steamy, upbeat modern romance about connecting in all
the best ways proves it once again.
Clementine Daly knows she's the black sheep. Her wealthy, powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine's sent on a mission to live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn't an option. Of course, the last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger's phone by mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the line, but he doesn't know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just the way Clementine likes it.
Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they're both back in town, but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin doesn't want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people can't fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.
It took me a moment to process what he meant. He still needed a phone, and for now, mine was all he had.
Clementine Daly knows she's the black sheep. Her wealthy, powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine's sent on a mission to live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn't an option. Of course, the last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger's phone by mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the line, but he doesn't know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just the way Clementine likes it.
Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they're both back in town, but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin doesn't want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people can't fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.
I pushed my fingers through my hair. My heart
was full of a feeling I’d had waiting for my grandmother to come out of her hip
replacement surgery three years ago. Which was ridiculous considering my phone
could be replaced for a few hundred dollars. I could replace both of ours with
a few phone calls and a swipe of my American Express.
“I’m really sorry,” I repeated.
“Unless you did this on purpose, you can stop
apologizing. We just have to deal with this.”
“Right.” I bit my lip.
“Who are you?” he asked.
My nerves jangled with familiar anxiety. But he
had my phone. There was nothing I could do about it if he decided to play
detective. Oh god, I’d worked so hard at keeping it clean. Had I missed
anything? Anything that he could use? Finally, I said, “Clementine.”
“Clementine?” he repeated with a tone of total
disbelief. It was a typical reaction.
“Yes.”
“I’m Justin. I’d say nice to meet you, but . .
.”
“Yeah. Well, thanks for being cool about this,
Justin.”
“No problem. Do you mind if I give your number
to a few people?”
It took me a moment to process what he meant. He still needed a phone, and for now, mine was all he had.
“No, that’s fine. Go ahead. I don’t really
think I’ll be getting many calls. Everyone knows I’m out of town.”
“You can give my number to people if you need
to.”
“Same to you.”
“Okay . . .” He faded, seeming uncertain. “I
guess I’ll just . . . get in touch with you if you get any messages.”
“Um . . . I guess . . . I’ll talk to you later
then.”
I disconnected, finding my brother staring at
me. “Was he upset?” he asked.
“Yeah, but at least he wasn’t a dick about it.”
“Why don’t you just have them both replaced?
Tell him to go pick up a new phone at the nearest store.”
“I thought of that, but maybe he doesn’t have
the cash to drop on a new one.”
“So pay for it.”
“People are weird about stuff like that.
Besides, do you really think I should point out the fact that he has the
personal phone numbers of some of the wealthiest people in the country? We have
no clue who this guy is.”
He made a face, but he knew I was right.
This was so so bad. My grandparents were going
to kill me. “Oh my god, Honor, you have to call Grandma right away!”
He didn’t even hesitate, just reached for his
phone and dialed. He knew how it was. If she didn’t hear that we were safe and
sound very soon, she was going to start calling me. And the last thing the poor
schmuck whose day I’d already ruined needed was to have Miriam Schulman-Daly
hitting redial until she got a response.
“Don’t tell her a stranger has it! Tell her I
left it at home!” I added to Honor in a rush, tugging on his arm to make sure
he was paying attention.
He waved me off, but I thought I could trust
him to give me this small bit of cover. While I waited for Honor to explain the
situation, the phone buzzed with a new text message from my line.
Sorry if I was
a jerk on the phone. I’m frustrated.
I replied, You weren’t. No apology necessary.
We’re stuck
with each other for now. An apology is definitely necessary.
I’m the one
who should be giving it. My stupid brother grabbed the wrong phone.
All right, so
we’re mutually sorry and we can blame your brother, agreed?
I smiled. Who was
this guy?
Agreed.
Oh,
this was a very cute story that I thoroughly enjoyed reading! Call Me, Maybe by
Ellie Cahill introduces us to Clemetine Daly, an heiress, who is trying to
figure out how she can make her mark on the world in the midst of a life that
affords her all of the luxuries the world has to offer. Not only is her family
affluent, but she has three siblings that seem to have it all together or at
least a clue of what to do to do with their lives. Because Clemetine made a vow
to her grandparents, to swear off all social media, she has carefully and
secretively created an online life for herself as a book blogger.
While
traveling with her brother to visit family, she ends up with the wrong phone,
whose owner just happens to be the cutie she stumbled over at the airport, Justine
Mueller. Justin is a freelance writer trying to make his mark and was on his
way to his sister’s wedding, when he is drawn to the person on the other side
of the country with his phone. These two carried on with cutesy getting to know
you type banter over several days until they meet up again in the city where it
all started. And after a series of dates and a few sessions of Netflix and
chilling, it is clear that something more is popping off just below the
surface. But, as times passes and feelings develop, Clemetine goes into complete
sabatoge mode as all of her secrets and lies come crashing into each other.
I
digress. This is the second book I have read by Ellie Cahill and like the first
one, When Joss Met Matt, it was very well written, developed, and thoughtful.
The characters and situations seem highly probably and the feelings and
emotions are relatable. Even after it ended, I wanted to read more about these
two and their families, because there is clearly more stories there with
Clementine’s brother and her cousin as well as Justin’s sister. Overall, I would give this novel 4.5-stars and recommend that you run
and read Call Me Maybe, by Ellie Cahill.
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About the Author
Ellie Cahill is a freelance writer and
also writes books for young adults under the name Liz Czukas. She lives outside
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with her husband, son, and the world’s loudest cat.
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