Another Chance on Love by Cindy Larie Rowell Cowles
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
3.5 Stars!
Usually when I read stories about characters dealing with the loss of a spouse and moving on to find their next great love, I tend to be pulled in, and I never really want to put the book down. I usually cry, and I have tons of tissues all around me from drying my face. Then I’ll think about that book for weeks to come after I finished it because it emotionally damaged me! That’s exactly what I was hoping for while reading this. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case for me when it came to Another Chance on Love. When I read the synopsis, I was excited to read it because it’s exactly what I gravitate to. I was really hoping that I was going to fall in love with this story. For some reason, I had a hard time connecting with the characters. It’s not that I didn’t like them, I just wasn’t able to really connect with them like I have in previous books. It may have been because the story was narrated. I tend to connect more when the books are written in the character's POV. I was able to connect more with the storyline when Suzy was born. I liked watching Brandon grow into a great father and it was nice to see Brittney step up and help him with the baby as well. I think they were a great team, and I knew that in time they would have their happily ever after and she would become a great wife for Brandon. Which is what everyone reader wants when the dad is a good guy and let’s face it, Brandon really was. He did seem a little shy when he was in high school. It was cute to see him step out of his comfort zone and go after what he wanted. He’s the perfect example of the boy next door who I’m sure will capture many hearts!
-Juls
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Thursday, May 31, 2018
Fight by Paige Hill ~ Review by Juls
4.5 Stars!
“Why do you call me Sunshine?”
“Because every time I see you, it brightens my day. You have this light. You’re so hell bent on hiding it from the world, believing it doesn’t exist. But it’s there and I see it. I see you.”
Oh Declan, oh Declan, oh Declan...why do you have to be so hot?? And sweet!! Lol. Seriously, I think he can pretty much sum up most girls fantasies. He’s a hot bartender with tattoos, so he totally has the bad boy image covered, but then he’s also the sexy undercover agent! What more can a girl ask for? He’s the complete package! I’d say a lovely package indeed!
Fight is a great story about survival that will keep you captivated while falling in love with the characters. I not only like the main characters, but I really like the supporting characters as well and I’m really hoping they get a book of their own! Looking forward to reading what’s next by Paige Hill!
-Juls
“Why do you call me Sunshine?”
“Because every time I see you, it brightens my day. You have this light. You’re so hell bent on hiding it from the world, believing it doesn’t exist. But it’s there and I see it. I see you.”
Oh Declan, oh Declan, oh Declan...why do you have to be so hot?? And sweet!! Lol. Seriously, I think he can pretty much sum up most girls fantasies. He’s a hot bartender with tattoos, so he totally has the bad boy image covered, but then he’s also the sexy undercover agent! What more can a girl ask for? He’s the complete package! I’d say a lovely package indeed!
Fight is a great story about survival that will keep you captivated while falling in love with the characters. I not only like the main characters, but I really like the supporting characters as well and I’m really hoping they get a book of their own! Looking forward to reading what’s next by Paige Hill!
-Juls
MOGUL by Katy Evans: Review by Lys
Mogul by Katy Evans
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
***4.5 Stars!***
"He looks like business, but underneath his suit is an appeal so raw I can only wonder how it would feel to claw my nails under that white button shirt, undo his tie, grab him by the collar, get that perfect black hair mussed, and feel his damn gorgeous hands on me."
Katy Evans has done it again! She has written yet another sexy, swoon-a-licious love story with one hot suit. Ian Ford is every girls dream. Tall, dark, and incredibly handsome; built like a greek god, but with a mouth like a dirty sailor. I loved how honest and vulnerable Ian was when he met Becca. Their chance encounter was perfectly written and brimming with angst.
Becca was sex and sin all wrapped in one. She was strong, confident, and bold. I loved how Becca saw what she wanted and didn't hold back. But then again, how could anyone resist Mr. Sex-on-a-stick? It was really fun to have a bit of Bryn and Christos in this story, and I can't wait to read Becca's story next.
As always, I thoroughly enjoyed Ms. Evans story. Her characters are real and relatable. I am always thrilled to pick up her latest release. She continues to be one of my most favorite authors. It all started with Real and I have been hooked ever since! Fans of hers will love Ian and Sara. Those of you that haven't read any of Katy Evans' books... what have you been waiting for?!
♥ Review by Lys
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
***4.5 Stars!***
"He looks like business, but underneath his suit is an appeal so raw I can only wonder how it would feel to claw my nails under that white button shirt, undo his tie, grab him by the collar, get that perfect black hair mussed, and feel his damn gorgeous hands on me."
Katy Evans has done it again! She has written yet another sexy, swoon-a-licious love story with one hot suit. Ian Ford is every girls dream. Tall, dark, and incredibly handsome; built like a greek god, but with a mouth like a dirty sailor. I loved how honest and vulnerable Ian was when he met Becca. Their chance encounter was perfectly written and brimming with angst.
Becca was sex and sin all wrapped in one. She was strong, confident, and bold. I loved how Becca saw what she wanted and didn't hold back. But then again, how could anyone resist Mr. Sex-on-a-stick? It was really fun to have a bit of Bryn and Christos in this story, and I can't wait to read Becca's story next.
As always, I thoroughly enjoyed Ms. Evans story. Her characters are real and relatable. I am always thrilled to pick up her latest release. She continues to be one of my most favorite authors. It all started with Real and I have been hooked ever since! Fans of hers will love Ian and Sara. Those of you that haven't read any of Katy Evans' books... what have you been waiting for?!
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***New Release!*** MOGUL by Katy Evans!
Mogul by Katy Evans
Publication Date: May 31, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
A brand new contemporary romance from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Katy Evans is AVAILABLE NOW!
He's my most delicious secret.
The hot Suit I had a one-night stand with one evening.
I didn't know anything about him, not even his name.
Only that we shared a taxi, and he was staying at the hotel where I worked.
We met in room 301. Where he commanded not only my body but my soul.
The next day he was gone and I only had a memory of him.
I could still taste his kisses, feel his demanding touch.
I searched for him for months. Daydreaming about him. Wondering if I'd ever find him.
Until the day I find myself staring face to face with his jeweled black eyes again.
He says lets keep it casual, and my heart knows that falling for this workaholic in a three-thousand-dollar suit is off the table.
Because he has a secret. One that's a deal breaker for me.
My Suit has a name.
Ian Ford.
And this is our story.
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Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.
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***Cover Reveal!*** IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME by Kylie Scott
We are thrilled to bring you the cover for the next standalone from New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Kylie Scott.
IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME will release on AUGUST 7th!
"Addictive like all Kylie Scott books, you'll swoon, laugh, ache, put your life on hold, and compulsively read until the wee hours of the night—only to reread the whole thing the next morning. Perfection!" - Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author
Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.
Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.
Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.
Sometimes first loves are the truest.
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Wednesday, May 30, 2018
***Release Blitz!*** VERONA BLOOD by Lili St. Germain
San Francisco is going to burn if the coveted princess of California’s criminal underworld isn’t returned to her family in one piece …
Avery Capulet is missing.
Taken by a madman. Kept in the dark.
She might not survive.
He’ll use her body. Destroy her mind. All before he ever lays a hand on her.
Rome Montague is a drug dealer. A criminal. A thief.
And he needs the secrets Avery and her family are keeping – even if it means cutting them out of her pretty Capulet flesh.
Rome Montague is missing – but nobody will miss him.
Not that it matters; After the things he’s done to this girl, he doesn’t deserve to be found.
* * * * * * *
Prepare to step into the dark and bloody underworld of California, as Lili St. Germain brings you a modern retelling of Romeo and Juliet, in the same vein as her bestselling Gypsy brothers series.
The CALIFORNIA BLOOD series, set in the criminal underbelly of San Francisco, follows two warring families who are ruled by blood, power and twisted desire.
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Lili writes books about vengeful girls and villainous men. Her USA Today bestselling Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the girl who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a prequel trilogy of full-length novels that explores the beginnings of the club, to be released worldwide in print and ebook in 2015 by HarperCollins.
Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.
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***Cover Reveal!**** THE NAKED TRUTH bu Vi Keeland!
A Standalone Second Chance Romance Novel
By: #1 NY Times Best Selling Author, Vi Keeland
RELEASE DATE: Monday, July 23, 2018
Synopsis
It was just a typical Monday.
Until the big boss asked me to make the pitch for a prospective new client.
After two years on shaky ground at work because of my screw up, an opportunity to impress the senior partners was just what I needed.
Or so I thought…
Until I walked into the conference room and collided with the man I was supposed to pitch.
My coffee spilled, my files tumbled to the ground, and I almost lost my balance.
And that was the good part of my day.
Because the gorgeous man crouched down and looking at me like he wanted to eat me alive, was none other than my ex, Gray Westbrook.
A man who I’d only just begun to move on from.
A man who my heart despised—yet my body obviously still had other ideas about.
A man who was as charismatic and confident as he was sexy.
Somehow, I managed to make it through my presentation ignoring his intense stare.
Although it was impossible to ignore all the dirty things he whispered into my ear right after I was done.
But there was no way I was giving him another chance, especially now that he was a client…was there?
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Standalone
Novels
Sex, Not Love
Beautiful Mistake
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Egomaniac
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Bossman
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The Baller
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Life on Stage series (2 Standalone Books)
Throb
Beat
MMA Fighter series
(3 Standalone Books)
Worth the Fight
Worth the Chance
Worth Forgiving
Worth It All (Complete Fighter Series)
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Serials
The Cole Series (2 Book Serial)
Belong to You
Made for You
Co-written Novels
Left
Behind (A Young Adult Novel)
Cocky
Bastard
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Stuck-Up Suit
Playboy Pilot
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Mister Moneybags
Dear Bridget, I Want You
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The Rush Series (2 Book
Series)
Rebel
Heir
Rebel Heart
Tuesday, May 29, 2018
I FLIPPING LOVE YOU by Helena Hunting: Review by Lys
I Flipping Love You by Helena Hunting
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I flipping adored this story... these characters! From the very first chapter, I was hooked. The sexual tension between Pierce and Rian had me salivating!
"He's all-American handsome with a shot of alpha hotness."
Pierce is so much more than meets the eye. On first look, you would think he's your typical "pretentious, rich prick" dressed in Tom Ford suits with perfect hair and a body to die for. But he's not! He's funny, sweet, and just... perfection.
"...when I saw her in the cereal aisle and really got a good look at her, I noted how gorgeous she was. The kind of beautiful that numbs your tongue and jacks up your heart rate."
Rian is beautiful, smart, and incredibly guarded. She lives with emotional scars created by a past that continues to haunt her. For years, it's been just Rian and her twin sister, Marley, against the world. Rian isn't looking for love. She's looking for a financially secure future for herself and her sister.
"Rian is the beginning and the end."
When Pierce and Rian meet, sparks fly. The event that brings them together is quite hilarious and had me laughing out loud. The chemistry between them is instant. The angst was off the charts, and I loved it! Their flirty banter and intimate dialogue had me giggling and swooning like a teenage school girl. I could not get enough of these two!
I Flipping Love You was a sweet and sexy read. I enjoyed every minute of it! Helena Hunting creates a story with an ideal amount of heat, humor, and heart. I HIGHLY recommend!
♥ Review by Lys
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My rating: 5 of 5 stars
I flipping adored this story... these characters! From the very first chapter, I was hooked. The sexual tension between Pierce and Rian had me salivating!
"He's all-American handsome with a shot of alpha hotness."
Pierce is so much more than meets the eye. On first look, you would think he's your typical "pretentious, rich prick" dressed in Tom Ford suits with perfect hair and a body to die for. But he's not! He's funny, sweet, and just... perfection.
"...when I saw her in the cereal aisle and really got a good look at her, I noted how gorgeous she was. The kind of beautiful that numbs your tongue and jacks up your heart rate."
Rian is beautiful, smart, and incredibly guarded. She lives with emotional scars created by a past that continues to haunt her. For years, it's been just Rian and her twin sister, Marley, against the world. Rian isn't looking for love. She's looking for a financially secure future for herself and her sister.
"Rian is the beginning and the end."
When Pierce and Rian meet, sparks fly. The event that brings them together is quite hilarious and had me laughing out loud. The chemistry between them is instant. The angst was off the charts, and I loved it! Their flirty banter and intimate dialogue had me giggling and swooning like a teenage school girl. I could not get enough of these two!
I Flipping Love You was a sweet and sexy read. I enjoyed every minute of it! Helena Hunting creates a story with an ideal amount of heat, humor, and heart. I HIGHLY recommend!
♥ Review by Lys
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***Blog Tour!*** I FLIPPING LOVE YOU by Helena Hunting!
From New York Times bestselling author Helena Hunting comes I Flipping Love You, a love story about flipping houses, taking risks, and landing that special someone who’s move-in ready.
*SYNOPSIS*
Rian Sutter doesn’t usually get hit on in the grocery store, but when she notices a sexy man in a suit checking her out, she thinks maybe it’s her lucky day. Either that or the suit has a thing for sweaty, yoga-pant wearing women with excellent price matching skills.
Turns out it’s neither.
Pierce Whitfield can’t believe his luck when he’s able to track down the woman who scratched up the paint job on his car at the scene of the crime. But when he confronts the hit and run hottie, he discovers there’s not just one, but two of them, and he’s been throwing accusations at the wrong twin.
As repair costs are negotiated, and the chemistry between them flares, Rian and Pierce find out they have more than mutual attraction in common. They’re both vying for the same pieces of prime real estate in The Hamptons and neither one plans to give up without a fight.
Can these passionate rivals turn up the heat on their budding romance—without burning down the house?
CHAPTER 1
ANGRY HOT GUY
RIAN
I flip through my stack of flyers, checking for a sale on the jumbo box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal so I can price match it. I’m a conscientious price matcher. I mark the sale with a big circle before tucking the red Sharpie into the front of my shirt. If I’m going to wheel and deal at the cash register, I want to make it as easy as possible for the cashier and the people in line behind me. Nothing is worse than getting stuck behind an unorganized price matcher.
I shimmy a little to the song playing over the store intercom as I toss boxes of my most favorite, unhealthy cereal in my cart. A prickly feeling climbs the back of my neck, and I shiver, glancing over my shoulder. A mom rushes past me down the aisle, her toddler leaning precariously out of the cart in an attempt to grab a box of Fruit Roll-Ups. I can’t blame him. They are artificially delicious.
But the mom-toddler combo isn’t the reason for the prickly feeling. Halfway down the aisle is a suit. A big suit. Well over six feet of man wrapped in expensive charcoal-gray fabric. He doesn’t have a cart or a basket. And he’s staring at me. Weird. I can’t look at him long enough to decide if he’s familiar or not without making it obvious that I’m staring back.
I have the urge to check my appearance, worried I have his attention because my hair is a mess, or there’s a sweat stain down the center of my back. I’m not particularly appealing at the moment. I’ve just come from a boot camp class at this new gym my twin sister forced me to try out.
Marley bought an online two-for-one coupon for forty bucks, so now I have to attend six of these stupid classes with her. I managed to get out of last week’s class, but she wouldn’t let me escape two weeks in a row. My tank is still dewy, post-exertion, I have terrible under-boob sweat, and my thong is all wonky. If I were alone in this aisle, I’d for sure fix the last issue, but suit guy is here so I must leave the thong where it is for now, wedged uncomfortably between my vagina lips.
The suit quickly shifts his attention to the shelves and picks up the jar directly in front of him, which happens to contain prunes. He inspects it, then maybe realizes what it is, because he rushes to return it, exchanging it for another item. I bite back a smile, pleased that even in my disgusting state I’m being checked out.
As suit man gives the shelf in front of him his full attention, I return the checkout favor. His attire and his posture scream money and a twinge of something like longing combined with jealousy makes my throat momentarily tight. At one time, price matching was a practice I would’ve laughed at—like an entitled jerk—now it’s a necessity.
Suit man must be warm, considering it’s late April and we’re experiencing temperatures far above average for this time of year. Based on the tapered fit of his suit, I’m guessing it’s a high-end brand. He’s complemented it with black patent leather shoes. Very impractical for this weather and location. Does he realize he’s in the Hamptons?
He’s wearing a watch, and from his profile, he can’t be much beyond his early thirties. I have to assume the only reason for the watch is because it’s expensive and he wants to show it off. In my head, I’ve already profiled him as a pretentious, rich prick who probably commutes to NYC a few times a week where he bones his secretary and has a penthouse with the barest of furniture. The rest of the time he works from home.
I return to shopping and continue down the aisle, in the opposite direction of the suit—it’s my way of finding out if he’s actually creeping on me or not. I keep tabs on him in my peripheral vision as I scope out more sales and more delicious, unhealthy food items. My job is to balance out all the fruit and vegetables my sister, Marley, is currently picking out in the produce section.
I grab a jar of the no-name peanut butter since we’re out and the good stuff isn’t on sale, dropping it in the cart. My phone keeps buzzing in my purse. It’s distracting, so I give up ignoring it and check my messages.
It’s my sister.
We’re in the same store. It’s not particularly huge, so I don’t know what could be so pressing that she needs to text four thousand times instead of finding me.
ABORT SHOPPING
LEAVE NOW
Meet me in parking lot
RIAN??????
Jeez. What the heck is going on? Maybe the grocery store is being robbed. Holy Hot Pockets. What if there is a grocery store heist going down? I’m about to abandon my cart in a bid to find Marley and escape the mayhem I’ve created in my head. It’s all very dramatic. As I turn, I come face-to-face with the suit.
I suck in a breath and slap my hand over my chest. The tank is still damp, and my skin’s a little gritty with salt-sweat, so I drop it quickly, because ew.
“Hi.” His expression is hard to read. He seems … smug.
“Hi, hey. Uh…” I wave a hand around in the air, a little flustered, and conflicted, because it’s not often I get approached by a guy this hot—and in a grocery store of all places. Maybe he’ll be here again next week. “I’m sorry, I’d like to stare at your pretty face, I mean…” Crap, why are words so hard? “I have to go.”
I try to step around him, but he mirrors the movement, taking a linebacker stance, as if he’s considering tackling me. Which is an odd way to stage an introduction.
“Recognize me?” he asks, one perfect eyebrow arched.
As I take him in, I wrack my brain for a time or place I might’ve run into him before. I don’t think so, though. His light brown hair is neatly styled, and the cut of his suit highlights all of his assets. Well, the visible PG ones, anyway.
He widens his stance and crosses his arms over his chest. His very broad chest. The sleeves of his suit jacket pull tight, biceps bulging and flexing. He’s a bit intimidating based on his size alone, but we’re in a public grocery store, so I feel relatively safe. And he’s just so gorgeous. Which is a silly reason not to be concerned, some of the most notorious serial killers are attractive men. Also, I need to find my sister, in case the grocery store is really under attack—although maybe this suit could save us.
I adopt his crossed arm pose, but I don’t think I look intimidating. All I succeed in doing is awkwardly squeezing my boobs together inside my damp sports bra and jabbing the right one with the Sharpie. “Should I?”
He looks me over, a slight smirk tipping his mouth. His gaze gets stuck on the Sharpie for a few seconds before they come back up to my eyes.
It’s possible I met him in a bar, but I swear I’d remember his face if I did. The bar scene is also more my sister’s speed than it is mine. Oh God. It’s also possible he’s mistaking me for her. It’s happened before.
While we look nearly identical at first to most people, we’re actually fraternal twins. After a few interactions, most people can tell us apart. I have a distinctive Marilyn Monroe mole on the right side above my lip, and my eyes are amber, where Marley’s are closer to green. My mouth is too big for my face, my lips a little too full and my nose too small. At least that’s my perception. Marley’s also the more outgoing of the two of us and an inch taller. And about ten pounds lighter.
Marley is a little less cautious than I am with men, so there have been a few uncomfortable occasions where her previous hookups have approached me, asking why I haven’t returned their calls. It’s too bad if this is the case, because this guy is inordinately attractive and it would be nice if he wasn’t one of my sister’s castoffs.
His face is a masterpiece of masculine perfection; straight nose, high cheekbones, an angular jawline that could cut glass, full lips. Especially the bottom one. The kind of full that makes me think of kissing, with tongue, of course. He’s all-American handsome with a shot of alpha hotness. It’s a lethal combination for the state of my already damp panties.
“I recognize you.” He has a low, rough voice, like the delicious scrape of fine grit sandpaper.
He breaks me out of my ogle daze. He must think I’m Marley. I’m actually rather disappointed. “I think maybe you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
“Oh no, sweetheart.” His gaze rakes over me again. I feel very naked all of a sudden. And hot. It’s really hot in here. “You drive a powder-blue Buick.”
“How the heck—”
“I knew it!” he shouts, eyes alight with some kind of weird, victorious satisfaction as he points a long finger with a blue-black nail at me. Maybe he slammed it in a door or something. Or based on the way he’s rudely pointing, maybe someone slammed it for him. “I fucking knew it! You hit my car.”
I definitely would’ve remembered hitting someone’s car, especially if a guy this good looking was driving it. He should probably come with a warning, like: Panties may combust if you get too close, or something. I take a step back since he’s all up in my grill and clearly he’s not looking to flirt like I originally thought. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb with me! You think you can flip your ponytail”—he reaches out and flicks the end, which is rather startling—“flash a smile and some cleavage, and it’s going to get you out of this. Well, think again, sweetheart. I guarantee my paint is still all over your bumper.” He’s leaning over me, face way too close to mine. So close I can see tiny gold flecks in his deep green eyes. They’re an unusual shade. Dark like pine tree needles.
And he’s chewing gum. Juicy Fruit. I can smell it when he breathes in my face. I would’ve expected a man like him to chew something more along the lines of Polar Ice, or Arctic Ice—strong mint.
I put a hand on his chest and take one deliberate step backward as he opens his mouth to resume his tangent. It’s a solid chest. Extremely hard. His gaze darts down, brows furrowed. I use his distracted state to my advantage. “First of all…” I point my finger in his face, like he did to me. “Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. That’s condescending. Secondly, I’m sure I would’ve noticed if I’d hit another car. Thirdly, there are literally hundreds of powder-blue Buicks in this stupid city. It’s not an uncommon car. And I’d like to point out, that the cleavage comment was completely unnecessary and unwarranted and actually, pretty damn sexist.”
He blinks a couple of times, possibly taken aback. That expression doesn’t last long. His lip curls in a sneer and that pretty all-American handsomeness morphs into downright malevolent hotness. “Nice try, sweetheart. But there’s no way I’d forget you.” His gaze sweeps over me—it’s not in an unappreciative way either.
I poke his hard chest. “Stop leering at me, you pervert. I don’t know what kind of drugs you’ve been snorting, but I assure you, you’ve got the wrong person.”
“Oh shit!” my sister’s voice comes from behind me.
I turn to find Marley doing an about-face, and then she breaks into a little grapevine step as she moves back toward me. Her eyes are wide, mouth contorted into some kind of grimace as she grabs my wrist.
“What the fuck? There are two of you?” hot-crazy guy asks, eyes bouncing between us.
“We gotta go.” Marley latches onto my hand and drags me down the aisle, away from crazy-hot suit.
“Whoa! Wait a damn second!”
Hot suit makes a grab for me, but Marley yanks me out of the way and shoves my shopping cart at him—hard. He’s not quite quick enough to get out of the way, and the corner of the cart slams right into his crotch. He doubles over with a groan and aggressively pushes the cart aside. It ricochets into a display of canned peaches, which spill into the aisle with a deafening crash.
“What the heck, Mar?”
“Come the fuck on!” She sprints down the aisle, dragging me behind her. I’d protest, but I don’t think I have much choice in the matter, considering the death grip she has on my hand, or the fact that she’s assaulted the sexy-crazy suit with my shopping cart.
Marley fast-walks to the exit, glancing over her shoulder. “Act natural.”
“Will you tell me what’s going on? Who is that guy?”
She flips her hair over her shoulder and smiles as we pass the cashiers and the automatic doors open. Marley fast-walks down the sidewalk toward our car. “I may have tapped that guy’s car last Saturday when I was shopping.”
I stop walking, which brings her to a jarring halt. She yanks on my arm. “Seriously, come on. I’ll explain when we’re in the car.”
“Nope. No way. You explain now.”
Her eyes are bouncing all over the place. “It’s not a big deal. I just grazed his bumper.” Marley spin and tries to push me forward from behind. “Now let’s get out of here before he finds us again. We should probably shop somewhere else for a while.”
I stumble forward a step and then spin away from her. “You hit that guy’s car?”
“It was more of a graze. At least I think it was.” She wrings her hands and makes her oh crap face.
Now crazy-hot suit guy seems a lot less crazy and much more justified in his reaction. Except for the cleavage comment. That was still unnecessary. “It sure didn’t seem like nothing with the way he freaked out in there.”
“He’s probably overreacting. Where are your keys?” She’s still wringing her hands.
I pat my hip with the intention of keeping my purse safe and away from my sister. Except all I end up patting is my actual hip. I look down, running my hands over my stomach, searching for the cheap, faux-leather knockoff. “Oh fudge.”
“What?”
“My purse. It’s in the cart. I have to go back and get it.”
Marley grabs the back of my tank. “You can’t! What if he’s still in there?”
“It has my identification in it, Marley. And my bankcards, and my money, and keys to the car and the apartment. I can’t leave it in there!”
Marley flails and paces around in a circle. “What if he’s waiting for us to come back and get it?”
“You can stay here if you want, but I’m going back for it. I’m not leaving my purse behind because you hit some guy’s car in a parking lot. I can’t believe you just drove away!”
“I thought I tapped it, and then I panicked.” Her fingers are at her mouth now. “I didn’t want to drive up our insurance premiums over some guy and his Tesla.”
“You hit a Tesla?” This keeps getting worse.
“Anyone who has the money to buy a Tesla has the money to fix it, right?” Marley says.
“So you drove off! Jeez, Marley. What were you thinking?” I shake my head. I’d like to say I’m surprised by this, but sadly I’m not. Marley doesn’t always use common sense in day-to-day life.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking. That’s the problem, I guess.”
I’m about to go back into the store, but stop short at the sight of the suit leaning against the side of my car, one ankle crossed over the other, all calm like. Dangling from a single finger is my knockoff, hot-pink Coach purse. “Forget something?”
*ILST's REVIEW*
I flipping adored this story... these characters! From the very first chapter, I was hooked. The sexual tension between Pierce and Rian had me salivating!
"He's all-American handsome with a shot of alpha hotness."
Pierce is so much more than meets the eye. On first look, you would think he's your typical "pretentious, rich prick" dressed in Tom Ford suits with perfect hair and a body to die for. But he's not! He's funny, sweet, and just... perfection.
"...when I saw her in the cereal aisle and really got a good look at her, I noted how gorgeous she was. The kind of beautiful that numbs your tongue and jacks up your heart rate."
Rian is beautiful, smart, and incredibly guarded. She lives with emotional scars created by a past that continues to haunt her. For years, it's been just Rian and her twin sister, Marley, against the world. Rian isn't looking for love. She's looking for a financially secure future for herself and her sister.
"Rian is the beginning and the end."
When Pierce and Rian meet, sparks fly. The event that brings them together is quite hilarious and had me laughing out loud. The chemistry between them is instant. The angst was off the charts, and I loved it! Their flirty banter and intimate dialogue had me giggling and swooning like a teenage school girl. I could not get enough of these two!
I Flipping Love You was a sweet and sexy read. I enjoyed every minute of it! Helena Hunting creates a story with an ideal amount of heat, humor, and heart. I HIGHLY recommend!
♥ Review by Lys
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