“I like storms. Thunder, torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get fi
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“I like storms. Thunder, torrential rain, puddles, wet shoes. When the clouds roll in, I get filled with this giddy expectation. Everything is more beautiful in the rain. Don’t ask me why. But it’s like this whole other realm of opportunity. I used to feel like a superhero, riding my bike over the dangerously slick roads, or maybe an Olympic athlete enduring rough trials to make it to the finish line.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book shivered my pulse. ♦ ____________________________________________
“On sunny days, as a girl, I could still wake up to that thrilled feeling. You made me giddy with expectation, just like a symphonic rainstorm. You were a tempest in the sun, the thunder in a boring, cloudless sky. I remember I’d shovel in my breakfast as fast as I could, so I could go knock on your door. We’d play all day, only coming home for food and sleep. We played hide and seek, you’d push me on the swing, or we’d climb trees. Being your sidekick gave me a sense of home again.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book tossed a hurricane into my lungs. ♦ ____________________________________________
“You see, when I was ten, my mom died. She had cancer, and I lost her before I really knew her. My world felt so insecure, and I was scared. You were the person that turned things right again. With you, I became courageous and free. It was like the part of me that died with my mom came back when I met you, and I didn’t hurt anymore. Nothing hurt if I knew I had you.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book left crinkles at the corner of eyes like smiling wounds. ♦ ____________________________________________
“Then one day, out of the blue, I lost you, too. The hurt returned, and I felt sick when I saw you hating me. My rainstorm was gone, and you became cruel. There was no explanation. You were just gone. And my heart was ripped open. I missed you. I missed my mom. What was worse than losing you was when you started to hurt me. Your words and actions made me hate coming to school. They made me uncomfortable in my own home.” ____________________________________________
♦ This books left teeth marks in my bottom lip. ♦ ____________________________________________
“Everything still hurts, but I know none of it is my fault. There are a lot of words that I could use to describe you, but the only one that includes sad, angry, miserable, and pitiful is ‘coward.’ In a year, I’ll be gone, and you’ll be nothing but some washout whose height of existence was in high school.” ____________________________________________
♦ This book wrecked my eyelashes. ♦ ____________________________________________
“You were my tempest, my thunder cloud, my tree in the downpour. I loved all of those things, and I loved you. But now? You’re a fucking drought. I thought that all the assholes drove German cars, but turns out that pricks in mustangs can still leave scars.” ____________________________________________
But more importantly, it’s about Cath Avery’s college experience and all the life lessons in between.
Cath is such a phenomenal character. Because she’s both tough and endearing. Plus, she has this super quick and snarky wit that’s freaking hilarious in every way possible! And she’s kind of this cool eccentric, totally awkward girl. I mean, she writes fan fiction and she’s famous (but anonymous) for it, people make her nervous (which is where that snarky wit of hers comes in), and she has a twin sister who’s also her best friend and is Cath’s total opposite.
But I think my favorite thing about Cath is that she’s so damn relatable! She worries about the same things you and I do (like, “Good god… what happens when and if I’m late to class? Should I knock? Just walk right in and give the professor my coffee and pretend that’s why I was late in the first place? Should I bearcrawl my way to my seat and hope no one notices?). Just random, stupid things like that but that totally make a difference when you’re in the moment, know what I mean?
And she’s always been so codependent on her fanfiction stories and on her very independent twin sister… that she gets to college and finds out that she can’t be that way anymore. She has to learn to speak up for herself, and to be that awkward girl, and to be totally okay with it!
So in a way, this book’s about first experiences (the good and the bad) and seeing it through the eyes of an awesome/awkward/totally kickass girl who’s both the girl she was and the girl she’s going to be.
You’re also going to meet these completely hilarious and awesome characters… who aren’t just characters, they’re people full of character.
*Like Reagan, Cath’s dorm roomie.
She did everything so forcefully. She swung their door open; she slammed it shut. She was bigger than Cath, a little taller and lot more buxom (seriously, buxom). She just seemed bigger. On the inside, too.
*Wren, her sister.
Wren had always been the Social One. The Friendly One. The one who got invited to quinceaneras and birthday parties. But before—in junior high and high school—everyone knew that if you invited Wren, you got Cath. They were a package deal, even at dances. There were three years’ worth of photos, taken at every homecoming, of Cath and Wren standing with their dates under an archway of balloons or in front of a glittery curtain.
They were a package deal, period. Since always.
*Cath’s single-parent dad.
“Dad?”
“Hey, Cath.”
“Dad. Why haven’t you called me? I left you a million messages.”
“You left me too many messages. You shouldn’t be calling me or even thinking about me. You’re in college now. Move on.”
“It’s just school, Dad. It’s not like we have irreconcilable differences.”
“Honey, I’ve watched a lot of 90210. The parents weren’t even on the show once Brandon and Brenda went to college. This is your time—you’re supposed to be going to frat parties and getting back together with Dylan.”
“Why does everyone want me to go to frat parties?”
“Who wants you to go to frat parties? I was just kidding. Don’t hang out with frat guys, Cath, they’re terrible. All they do is get drunk and watch 90210.”
*And there’s ♥Levi♥.
Levi’s definitely my runner-up for favorite character.
He’s not the hottest guy on campus and he’s not all broody and oozing sex appeal. He’s the guy you want to come home to when there are puddles rivering through the sidewalks, and he’s the cute guy you want to call when you’ve just had the best two minutes of your life and you want to tell someone, and he’s the cute and amazing guy you want to walk you home late at night and who’s going to open your doors for you and make you laugh when your lower lip’s trembling from trying to hold a bad day in.
Levi’s just that guy who every girl is going to meet, has already met, and wants to meet. Does that make sense? He’s realistic, because he’s completely imperfect and is perfect in the ways that matter.
Especially for Cath. They go from being acquaintances, to friends, and turn into something inseparable.
And these two banter the entire way through that’s going to make you laugh and keep you laughing.
(talking about Wren, her twin sister, and Wren's boyfriend) "Maybe we should go on lots of double dates," Cath said, "and then we can get married on the same day in a double ceremony, in matching dresses, and the four of us will light the unity candle all at the same time."
"Pfft," Levi said, "I'm picking out my own dress."
The way these two characters intertwine with each other and evolve towards each other in the book is where the story really is. Because they go from bantering friends to two people who become solid in each other’s lives. Their relationship is sweet, funny, comfortable, and comforting. All in one. And there’s just this overall warmth about them when they’re together on the page.
So we’re barely in September… and I’m already thinking about going ahead and giving this book the Best Book of the Year award. And I think I’m going to. Because books like this don’t come around too often and I’d be lucky to read a book like this in the next five years.
With memories that aren’t aloud to play outside, Della only has one goal: to finally live her life and see the world. So she quickly puts her past in her rear-view mirror and hits the road on her way to nowhere and everywhere.
And it’s at a gas station where she meets him.
♦ “Della. I like that name. It fits you. It’s sexy and mysterious.”
“Thank you, but now you’re one up on me. I don’t know your name.”
She looked like a great one-night stand. He looked like an amazing few hours of freedom.
Tomorrow, he’d leave and go and become the person he was supposed to be. She’d wake up and continue being the person she was determined not to be.
And then they weren’t ever supposed to see each other again.
But Woods was never far from Della’s thoughts. For the next couple of months when she was off experiencing life and experiencing sunburned smiles and doorslam heartbreaks… that one night of uninhibited freedom meant more to her than he’d ever know.
But she was about to find out that she was as unforgettable as he was.
Because now she’s back at Rosemary Beach and is walking in for a job interview with Mr. Kerrington, where she runs right smack into Woods… Kerrington.
Her new boss.
♦ I needed to put her sexy ass on another continent. But I was about to give her a job. Here at my club. So I could be tortured with the memory of our night amazing, mind-blowing sex.
Ah, hell. ♦
Della needed the job, and Woods needed the help. But what he didn’t need was the distraction and the constant reminder of what he couldn’t have. And he couldn’t have Della Sloane. No matter how hard he wanted her, he also knew that he had a life to live up to in his father’s cold and hard-driven eyes. His father would only accept the best of life and luxury and soft-hearted Della didn’t fit into the life that had always been blue-printed for Woods.
But no matter how hard he fought it, he couldn’t fight the attraction.
They couldn’t fight it.
♦ “Woods, please,” I begged.
He lifted his head, and the look in his hooded eyes told me he was as turned on as I was. I loved that tasting me did this to him.
“Are you gonna come in my mouth?” he asked, sticking out his tongue and running it from my opening to my swollen clit.
“I need to,” I panted.
“This pretty little pussy needs to come?” he asked, taking another long, leisurely lap with his tongue. I squirmed and whimpered.
He reached up and covered my mouth with his hand before pulling my clit into his mouth and shoving two fingers into my soaking entrance. His fingers pumped into me as his tongue flicked my clit and sucked on it. My scream was smothered by his hand. ♦
And soon that ignited passion turns into something neither of them could have ever saw coming.; Something life-altering; Something wishful and starless:
Love.
♦ I love him. I can’t love him,” I said quietly. ♦
But the thing is…
♦ Della’s storming memories are catching up to them.
♦ “Were you outside, Della? How could you? What do I have to do to get it throught your head that you can’t go outside? It’s dangerous out there.” The shrill screech of my mother’s voice was nothing like the searing pain from the leather belt that she slashed across my legs. I new not to cry out in pain. She’d only get angrier.
My knees buckled as the tender skin behind them tore open from the continuous hit of the leather. ♦
And though they couldn’t fight their attraction for the other…
Choices will have to be made.
♦ “If you love my son, and I believe in that unstable brain of yours that you think you do, you will leave him alone. Let him go. He doesn’t need this or you. He needs someone who can give him healthy children. Someone he doesn’t have to take care of. Don’t you want that for him?”
You know what I love about Andrea? She’s has a very traditional romantic style of writing. This is someone who knows how to gi
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Andrea Smith.
You know what I love about Andrea? She’s has a very traditional romantic style of writing. This is someone who knows how to give you one hell an HEA, but who can also twist the story into something that’s completely erotic and sexy at the same time! She not just like, “…And then they lived happily ever after.” Andrea’s style is more along the lines of…
He’s also in the FBI. And he has a really BIG… (view spoiler)[truck. GET YOUR MIND OUT OF THE GUTTER, LADIES! Geez. (hide spoiler)]
I’m not goin’ to lie to you:
I love Taz. He’s my absolute favorite in this book. I kind of want to have his babies.
And Taz is introduced to us in this story via Lindsey, the heroine. See, Taz works with Lindsey’s step-dad… so they’ve all known each other for awhile. But at the beginning of the book, Taz and Lindsey are kind of thrown together in a rather unfortunate/hilarious/sweet incident.
That’s when the ball really gets rolling! *You’ll see.* ;)
Because things begin to really spark between these two. And that’s another thing that I loved about this book: the sexual angst! MY GOODNESS! It was awesome… because these two characters are attracted to each other, but Taz is really hesitant because Lindsey is the daughter of his boss… and she’s also a virgin.
And Taz is kind of fucking *amazing* in bed… not a virgin.
Because all too soon… just when Lindsey’s about to walk away so she can make sure her heart’s intact, and simply shake Taz’s hand for all of his “tutorials”… something happens.
And it forces these two even closer together.
Because, now, if Lindsey ever has the chance to walk away from Taz…
She may not do it alive.
So it’s up to Taz to make sure that neither of those things happen.
A Russian roulette of a guy; and he’s absolutely my favorite because he’s uncatchable, inescapable, and menacingly sexy. At one point in this series, I truly believe he was in love with Ellie; but she betrayed him. And with a guy like Javier Bernal… when you betray him, it’s because you outsmarted him.
And that doesn’t happen often.
So seven years later, he finds her. And he offers her one clusterfuck of a deal.
“Travis hurt you, Ellie. He was the reason you found me those years ago. You wanted revenge for your scars, for your life, for what he’d done to you. I’m handing you the gun. Together, we can get your revenge. And I can get mine.”
Now, here’s where it gets helluva interesting! Because now Ellie and Javier have a relationship again; and it’s not the loving kind. It’s different. He’s different. He’s more manic, more menacing, more powerful.
And Ellie’s about to find out that the relationship they once had has now evolved into something far more sinister… but just as seducing.
He pulled my skirt until it was around my waist and tore my cheap though off with one smooth motion. His lips and teeth went to my neck, biting hard and sucking slow, making my back arch with each touch. His fingers found their way inside me, stroking and rubbing in all of the right places until I moaned.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he grunted, mouth at my ear, tongue flicking my lobe. “Tell me you’re mine, then I’ll take you.”
“I’m yours,” I said, my voice shaking. I closed my eyes and threw my head back. “I’m all yours.”
Ellie’s a ricochet of a girl. She’s constantly battling the darkness in herself; the criminal. She wants revenge, but she also doesn’t want any more blood on her hands.
Needless to say… the girl’s in a bit of a pickle.
Plus, there’s the fact that she loves Camden but is being seduced by Javier.
And she just doesn’t know how she’s going to get out of this unscathed.
What’s interesting about Camden is that while Javier’s is trying to seduce the criminal in Ellie; Camden is in love with the innocent in her.
And he’s prepared to try to steal her back. Damn the consequences.
But what he isn’t prepared for is the ultimate betrayal. The kind of betrayal that only a con-artist is capable of.
Then she smiled, recognizing me, like it really hit her, and I never thought she could look so much like an angel. She was glowing. And her radiance was breaking my heart.
I fell so hard into this story, its words might as well have been made out of concrete.
Everyone’s talking about Leah Raeder’s writing. And they shouldI fell so hard into this story, its words might as well have been made out of concrete.
Everyone’s talking about Leah Raeder’s writing. And they should be. Because she writes with such a red nail-polished confidence, that it’s pretty much intimate with impossible not to fall into it. Her writing style is effortless, interesting, and uninterested; and she writes with words that are tantamount to gunmetal and peonies.
Or something. ;)
What’s even better than the writing itself, is that she uses its lyrical beauty to describe something darkly controversial:
Teacher and student. And their intensely sexual and emotional love affair.
Now, I’m not going to tell you this is where she fell in love with him. And I’m not going to tell you that this was their point-of-no-return. That comes later.
Because just for now, this was just a night where just a girl met just a guy she just wanted to fuck and then she just… left.
In the moments between these events, we learn a lot about Maise.
See, on the surface; Maise is just an eighteen-year-old girl who lives with her single mom, and is approaching her senior year in highscool. But she’s actually a very diamond-faceted girl with an old soul that’s in a hurry to grow up. She only sleeps with older guys because they have the habit and emotional capacity for not getting emotionally involved.
But then she meets Evan at the carnival. And she actually likes him, which freaks her out, especially when he wants to see her again after they have sex in the carnival parking lot. But that’s okay, because she never expects to see him again.
Until she comes face to face with him during the first day of school. And now, Evan, the guy she screwed in the carnival parking lot is now Mr. Wilke, her teacher.
Right away, Evan/Mr. Wilke and Maise feel that sexual attraction and overall connection they shared during that not-too-long-ago night they spent together.
And fail miserably. Because suddenly, they’re sharing heated glances in the classroom; secret caresses as they pass each other in the hallway; hotel rooms in the late afternoon; and reckless pulse-igniting trysts against the chalkboard.
But all too soon, they begin cutting it too close. And the ante gets higher and higher. Stolen moments turn into desperate ones. The kind of desperate moments where they silently ask:
Are they truly attracted to each other? Or are they attracted to their clandestine secret… And the thrill behind being found out?
Let us all bow our heads and have a moment of silence for the books you’re planning to read after this one.
And let us pray that they’re even half as good. ;)
Jennifer Armentrout AKA the Yoda of sexual tension does it again with this book of scrumptious amazingness!
Seriously, I didn’t even know you could write a sex scene like that! GEEZ! And it’s not just the way this woman can write a sex scene that makes her writing so electric… it’s the way she architects her characters. Sydney, for example, is so damn relatable and Kyler is so damn… SEXY! And it’s the chemistry she creates between these two that’s going to have you at the complete mercy of this book.
I was Kyler’s best friend. And because of that, he would never love me the way I loved him.
Ever since he pushed her off the merry-go-round as kids, Sydney and Kyler have been inseparable. These two were best friends and were comfortable as worn denim around each other. But people didn’t understand it. Because Sydney was the timid bookworm, and Kyler…
Kyler oozed sex appeal, a dangerous mix of looks and intelligence wrapped in an air of unpredictability.
Even as kids, Sydney loved him. And it was the innocent kind of love. The kind of love a little girl has for a little boy as they eat cold watermelon together on warm sidewalks.
But as they got older, that loved changed. Because Sydney fell into it.
And as Kyler turned into that sexy, dangerous guy that turned heads everywhere he went; Sydney grew quieter and quieter how she felt about him. On the outside, you wouldn’t be able to see it.
♦You wouldn’t have seen the shards of unshed tears that glittered her eyelashes at their highschool prom when Kyler left early with another girl, and didn’t keep his promise of saving her a dance that night.
You wouldn’t have seen the way her throat held her breath captive every time Kyler gave her those bear hugs he only gave to her.♦
♦You wouldn’t have been able to see the way she looked at him when they had those sunrise conversations that only two best friends can have.
But now it’s their last year of college.
And Sydney has come to peace with the fact that she’ll take whatever piece of Kyler she can get. But even after so many years… she still can’t help but wonder why he’s so seemingly adamant about seducing every girl he comes across. And never her.
Because she never realized that there was a reason why Kyler went out of his way to make sure that they would always just remain friends.
Syd would always deserve far better than me, no matter how deep she lived inside of me.
♦Until they go on their annual winter break ski trip.♦
Because now, they’re completely alone after a blizzard completely overtakes the ski trip, causing their friends to not be able to make it; causing Sydney and Kyler to live in very close quarters with the other; and causing Sydney to make a friendship-shattering proposal.
“And what is it again that you want?”
I started to look away, but his fingers landed on my chin, holding my gaze to his. “I… I want you.”
“You’ve said that already. You’ve also said that you want what the other girls have gotten. You know what that is?”
I nodded the best I could.
“I fucked those girls. That’s it. No strings. No commitments. Nothing. And that’s what you want? You want me to fuck you?”
No. I wanted so much more. “Yes.”
He sucked in a sharp breath. Anger flashed across his striking face—real anger, brightening his cheeks.
You know, I’ve been searching for an author like J.A. Huss for awhile.
Because she’s such a wild card of a writer.
And you don’t see that often.
I say You know, I’ve been searching for an author like J.A. Huss for awhile.
Because she’s such a wild card of a writer.
And you don’t see that often.
I say she’s a wild card because when you read her stories…
You can’t predict them.
♦She takes a story and decorates it with edge and whimsy. She takes the damsel in distress and gives her a fuck you attitude.♦ ♦She takes the prince and gives him a villain complex.
And now she has a camera crew following her. Now she has Ronin angry with her. Now she has Ford, an enigma of a man who wants her for less than innocent reasons. Now she has Spencer painting her naked body for every photo shoot. Now she has the one thing in her life that she ran away from…chasing her.
And now when she needs someone to trust. She can’t.
Because in a model’s world…
Everyone’s posing. And no one is who they say they are.
A story about the very thin line between love and hate.
♦Between cruelty and devotion.♦
Ever since childhood, Lana Sweeney has been love with
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♦Between cruelty and devotion.♦
Ever since childhood, Lana Sweeney has been love with the boy next door. With cruel eyes and a threatening smile, Robert was beautiful. He was everything Lana wasn’t. Where she was timid and shy, he had a loud laugh and moved with panther-like confidence.
And because Lana was best-friends with his twin-sister, she couldn’t escape his presence.
Not that she wanted to.
She was fascinated by him. And he always used that against her. Every time she would blush, he would use it to make her cry. Lana was always at the expense of Robert’s every joke.
But little did she know…
That while she was openly obsessed with him…he was secretly obsessed with her.
Robert now lives in London, and Lana is visiting London for the summer.
And the two find themselves at each other’s mercy once again.
Except things are a bit different now.
Lana is more outspoken and has grown to be comfortable in her own skin. She’s not the same waif-like, fragile girl the cruel boy next door knew once upon a time.
The malice he once shown as a boy has now taken on a very sexy edge. And the head games he used to play with her when they were younger have now turned into the ultimate game of seduction. He always knew how to be boyishly charming and always used it to get out of trouble… but now with age, it’s become something else entirely.
Suddenly, his expression turns serious. He reaches up and softly takes hold of my chin before swiping his thumb over my lower lip. I instantly regret not getting out from under him sooner because now I’m frozen solid.
“Your mouth,” he says, low and deep. “It moves and I just want to…”
“Zip it shut?” I interrupt nervously.
And artful grin splits his lips. “No,” he breathes, then leans in close to my ear and whispers, “Fuck it.”
Now that dream has come true, and it’s not at all what I expected.
***Reviewer's Note: This has got to be one of the most well-written books I've read in a long time! This isn't your average love story, guys. It's beautiful and sexy and sweet with a touch of darkness. And I'm only going to say this once: pay close attention to Robert.***...more
I have to let go of everything. And so I walk away. I walk away from the voices, the shouts, the disappointment. I walk away from my deceptions, my mistakes, my regrets. I walk away from all that I am supposed to be and all that I cannot be.
For all of it is a lie.
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Oh.
And uhh... to you authors whose books I plan on reading after this one?
Let’s say I’m at Barnes and Noble. There’s only one copy of this book left.
And a lady, who looks old enough to have known Moses personally,
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Let’s say I’m at Barnes and Noble. There’s only one copy of this book left.
And a lady, who looks old enough to have known Moses personally, is holding it and is wheelchairing it over the check-out line in a way that would make NASCAR proud.
Now, I’m not saying that I would drop kick the ol’ gal or anything… I’d probably just deposit her over the nearest and steepest ramp in the tri-state area.
I’m kidding!
Kind of.
I’d probably just bribe her with one of those “Get Out of Nursing Home for Free” cards or something.
Because that, my friends, is how great this book is.
He considers me, his expression impassive, but his pale green eyes shimmer and then burn. “Stand up and take off your clothes, Sara.”
Lisa Renee Jones is a labyrinth of an author. This is a romance series, yes, but it’s so mysterious and so completely sexy that it almost makes you feel blindfolded while reading it in the most stimulating way. She has this unfounded way of telling a story that completely envelopes you.
It’s fucking crazy.
This is a love story. But it’s going to puzzle you and it’s going to drive you to chills and it’s going to startle you.
Rebecca worked at a very successful art gallery. Rebecca was involved in a clandestine sex club. Rebecca was also involved with a nameless man, who she called “Master”. Rebecca described “Master” as possessive, obsessive, punishing, and consuming.
Or is it the dominant Chris? Although, he’s very much different than Mark… Chris is also controlling. And confident. And sexy. But he’s also vulnerable and forthcoming with his secrets.
♦ METAL and LEATHER ♦ ♦ LOYALTY and BETRAYAL ♦ ♦ ANGER and SEX ♦ ♦ WHISKEY and BLOOD. ♦ ♦ TRIGGER and RELOAD ♦
And one hell of a story.
This isn’t your average love story. It’s gritty and savage and angry and lustful. It’s going to devastate you and it’s going to turn you on. You’re going to cry and you’re going to laugh and you’re going to find out how aerodynamic books really are.
Eva meets Deuce when she’s five. Immediately, she’s besotted by the twenty-three-year-old biker the way all children become besotted by their heroes. Even at five, she’s curious about the tortured sadness in his eyes and how his hands look so rough. Little does she know, that during that same first meeting, he’s completely mystified and dismantled by the little girl and her toothy grins and her loud, boisterous laughter.
However, during the following years, innocent admiration for each other turns into something else entirely.
Deuce comes back into town and suddenly the young, gawky Eva is now a more womanly sixteen. And suddenly their relationship becomes a lot more, as the innocence of it becomes nonexistent and admiration sparks into attraction.
This book is the perfect blend of sweet and sexy. Take my word for it, if you’re looking for a truly perfect HEA; you’re going to be doing somersaults over this book!
It starts out with a bang with one hell of sexy prologue, and then it develops into something that leaves you panting the entire way through.
Jules was a bit of a wild child growing up as the only girl with three older brothers. She lived her life in her early twenties as a playboy bunny, posing for the magazine’s centerfold.
But she put that all behind her the day she decided to finally grow up and changed from being sexy and sinful to beautiful and independent.
Light blonde hair, legs for days, and a sassy “don’t fuck with me, dude” attitude, Jules is successful in the new office she works at. Her brilliance and professionalism promise to have her climbing the status ladder fast, and soon she's working for man who’s dangerous, sinful, intelligent, and determined.
Long, dark hair. Gun metal eyes. Thieving hands. And a criminal smile.
This is everything Nate McKenna, Jules’ boss.
And he wanted her the moment he saw her in his office.
But with a tight no-fraternization policy, he didn’t want to complicate things. So he became the epitome of profession offering her nothing but architected smiles and hard glares.
Until the night all of that went up in flames. He made a mistake.
Hold on a sec while I pick my jaw up off the floor…
WOW!
I’m suffering from one GARGANTUAN (love that word) book hangover. Seriously, I’m a
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Hold on a sec while I pick my jaw up off the floor…
WOW!
I’m suffering from one GARGANTUAN (love that word) book hangover. Seriously, I’m a mess. You can’t see me right now, but my hair is doing that I’ve-never-heard-of-a-brush thing, and my clothes are direly craving the ironing board (that I never use), and my emotions are off somewhere crying in a corner begging for a shot or bottle of Tequila.
And the buttprint on my very comfy couch is getting larger. I’d like to think that the largeness of said buttprint is caused by my not getting off of it for the past couple of days and not the even *larger* gargantuan amounts of chocolate I’ve consumed at the expense of my emotional meltdowns brought on by THIS book.
“I don’t want this,” she said. Her voice shook and her eyes were blurry with tears that gathered, tipped, and then tumbled down her hot cheeks. “But I need it.”
I absolutely am besotted♥ with this book and adore this author! Where has Jessica Clare been hiding?!
What I loved about this book was just that it’s the all around “feel good” book, you know? It’s the perfect book to take with you on a weekend vacay; the perfect book to snuggle up with on a stormy day; and just a great, *great* read. I swear, her pages are the stuff of Hershey’s Kisses, because you can’t just stop at one!
This book is the perfect blend between warm-hearted and sexy. Plus it’ll encourage you to wear your sexiest lingerie the next time you’ll know you’re going to be in an elevator. ;)
As in powerful, hard-driven, billionaire ♦Logan Hawkins♦.
Because, well, when you’re trapped in an elevator during a hurricane while on what was supposed to be a dream vacation… details like that tend to slip.
Especially when she mistakes him to be just the manager of the hell-hole/hotel she’s staying in. And as they’re trapped in an elevator while everyone has seemed to have already evacuated the island… things get interesting.
Because Logan never corrects her when she calls him the manager. He doesn’t want her to know that he’s actually the new owner of the establishment and that he has more money than he can possibly spend in three lifetimes.
Because he knows that when most women doodle their names next to his; all they see is money, new shoes with red soles, Alexander McQueen dresses, and a lifestyle living in opulent luxury.
So when Brontë does finds out, she doesn’t know what to think. Because there’s no way in the *world* a man like that can be interested in a small-town, t-shirt-wearing girl such as herself. And she’s not interested in sticking around just long enough for him to figure that out.
But if Logan Hawkins loves anything… it’s a challenge. So when the sexy, giggles-when-she’s-nervous Brontë says thank-you for what she thought was just an island fling… he follows her with the determination of showing her that she’s not like any woman he’s ever come across. And he’s not ready to let her go.
Even if he has to buy the goddamn diner she works at just to fuckin’ talk to her.
“Why me?”
“Because you treat me like a regular guy,” he told her. “Because you make me smile. Because you light up when you find a perfect quote for the situation, and I love to see that. Because you’re smart and funny and down-to-earth, and that’s a rare combination in a pretty woman. Because you thought I was no one, and you still took your top off to swim naked with me.”
With a reason like that, what girl could resist? So Brontë takes him up on his offer to go to New York City with him, where he lives. Just to humor him, of course. Not because she’s completely attracted to and entirely fascinated by him. Because that would just be plain-out ridiculous.
However… while with Logan, she finds herself falling head over heals in love with him. And even though she knows he could never love her back…
She was going to do this. They were going to do this. She was going to have a ridiculous, exciting, passionate fling with a man. Not just any man. Gorgeous, seriously, totally alpha Logan Hawkings, who made her toes curl every time she looked at him. Who kissed like he invented it.
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