Call Me, Maybe by Ellie Cahill

Call Me, Maybe by Ellie CahillCall Me, Maybe by Ellie Cahill
Published by Loveswept on February 9th 2016
Pages: 217
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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.

A monumental mistake of taking someone else’s mobile phone at an airport is unusual enough a circumstance for a friendship to develop, but that is exactly what happens with Clementine and Justin. But while holding back personal details seems a prudent act while communicating with a stranger, Clementine takes it too far, pushed by the fears of a scandal that had once plagued her wealthy family, and as a result, threatening this newfound relationship that she has with Justin.

I thought ‘Call Me, Maybe’ started off great, with a sense of inevitability in the UST that I liked, but most of it after that seemed…superfluous and directionless, exacerbated by the unbelievably immature behaviour of the ‘poor, aimless rich girl’ – even for fiction! – that would even put teenagers to shame. What I could appreciate however, was the subtext written into the story: a shout-out to book bloggers, reviewers and book clubs that shaped up to be the book’s redeeming quality.