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Mittwoch, 20. November 2019

Moon Cursed (Wolf Hollow Shifters #4) by Nikki Jefford


Time is running out for Elsie.

Elsie's coven always believed that she was moon cursed. Promised to the bear shifters before she was ever born, the witch wolf shifter has until her twentieth birthday to outsmart Brutus, her would-be mate who only wants her as payback.

To save his coven, her father made a terrible, magically binding agreement decades ago, never dreaming he'd have children, especially not powerful wolf shifters. Luckily, he never specified what type of shifter Elsie must claim.

Zackary doesn't believe he deserves love or forgiveness.

Ever since he betrayed a packmate, Zackary has been making up for his sins. No matter what, he knows the truth. Once a mongrel, always a mongrel—just like his father always told him. Now the mad wolf has returned to torment Zackary and the pack.

Not one to be scared off, Elsie, the sweetest and loveliest of all females, refuses to believe he's no good for anyone—especially her.

Fated mates or doomed lovers?

Zackary and Elsie never knew how strong their love would grow … until they're in too deep.

Zackary betrayed Elsie's brother once before. If the wizard shifter knew what he was doing with Elsie in private, Tabor would kill, maim, or use that dick shrinkage spell he once threatened him with.

With a meddlesome ex from her coven, who won't let go, and a brute of a bear shifter intent on trapping her inside his cave forever, it will take more than magic to save Elsie from her curse.

Do these star-crossed lovers stand a chance?


Oh my, this series just keeps getting better and better! I remember that it took me some time to get into it when I read Wolf Hollow, the first book in this series because I thought that it was all so foreseeable and ...yep, forget about that. It wasn't. And Moon Cursed, the latest book in the Wolf Hollow Shifter series, also kept me on my toes, made me scream with frustration, sob, laugh, swoon - oh, don't forget to stock up on Kleenex before you start...yep, just saying, you'll want to be prepared, trust me.

Elsie is running out of time and things seem to progress the way she hoped, even though it takes a bit to convince Zackary to take a chance on her, I mean - her brother? This big bad and powerful wizard? Riiiiight... That's exactly what everybody dreams of when they think of their future brother-in-law. Not. And those of you who have read the other books in this series might remember that her brother Tabor and Zackary don't have the best history, considering all that happened when Zackary and his father tried to prevent Tabor from mating with Sasha
in Wolf Hollow.
With Elsie fighting against time, a feral wolf on the loose, her meddlesome ex trying to help and everything else, things get rather tight. Will Zackary be able to overcome all the obstacles that prevent him from claiming the woman he loves?

Cocky purebloods, meddlesome and furious wizards notwithstanding, there are a lot of wonderful and interesting friends, old and new, to meet, a love to pursue and a damsel in distress waiting to be saved. Throw in a brutal and revengeful bear shifter biding his time and, oh, yes, don't forget that feral wolf and you know that you are in for a ride! 


Sonntag, 17. November 2019

Seven Day Fiancé (Love and Games #2) by Rachel Harris

 Angelle Prejean is in a pickle. Her family is expecting her to come home with a fiancĂ©—a fiancĂ© who doesn’t exist. Well, he exists, but he definitely has no idea Angelle told her mama they were engaged. Tattooed, muscled, and hotter than sin, Cane can reduce Angelle to a hot mess with one look—and leave her heart a mess if she falls for him. But when she ends up winning Cane at a charity bachelor auction, she knows just how to solve her fiancĂ© problem.

Cane Robicheaux is no one’s prince. He doesn’t do relationships and he doesn’t fall in love. When sweet, sultry-voiced Angelle propositions him, he hopes their little game can finally get her out of his head. He doesn’t expect her to break through all his barriers. But even as Angelle burrows deeper into his heart, he knows once their seven days are up, so is their ruse.

Just a quick note to say that I really enjoyed reading this book! It was warm and cute and I didn't put it down till the last page. I loved the whole atmosphere with the country cajun and I seriously need to learn how to cook all these amazing sounding dishes! Oh, well, there's also the chemistry between Angelle and Cane that is just off the charts. Angelle's family - and their friends and their neighbors and their...well, their whole town were an experience, welcoming, okay, mostly...right, in the end, kind of...perhaps...anyway, I loved the idea of this town caring for their prodigal daughter and all the dacing and the cooking and the celebrations and... SIGH.
Yup, I really enjoyed reading this book and even though this was my first book by this author it definitely won't be the last!


Samstag, 16. November 2019

Wolf Instinct (SWAT: Special Wolf Alpha Team #9) by Paige Tyler


He's a wolf shifter.
She hunts monsters.
How can she be The One for him?

SWAT werewolf Zane Kendrick will do whatever it takes to take down the man who attacked his pack. His search takes him to Los Angeles, but when he meets Alyssa, the smart, sexy agent who comes to his aid, he's immediately interested in pursuing more than just the next lead. All his wolf instincts tell him that she's The One.

FBI agent Alyssa Carson has investigated some weird stuff lately, and finding missing people drained of their blood definitely falls into that category. When following a clue leads her to Zane, she agrees to work with him and his team. She's attracted to the gorgeous Brit, but she doesn't have time for anything but finding answers.

When Zane and Alyssa discover the sinister truth, it'll take everything they have to make it out of this mission with their lives―and hearts―intact.

This book left me a bit torn. On the one hand, I tore through it, I read and read and read and never put the book down.
It was full of suspense and action and I really enjoyed it - and when I finished it, I stumbled upon thousands of things that didn't really make sense because, well, we have this experienced and powerful SWAT Team on the one side and on the other side we have a number of institutions and supernatural creatures, you know, those creatures that go bump in the night...and none of these experienced SWAT-guys knew anything about those creatures and institutions? None of them had ever heard about any of them?

I loved how Zane and Alyssa clicked and all that action but, yup, I am torn. I'll definitely read it again and I will read the other books in this series that I haven't read yet (okay, I have read most of them but not all of them) and I will also read every other book that the author writes but I'm a bit miffed that so many things turned up, well, out of the blue despite the fact that it made for a hell of a story.

Freitag, 15. November 2019

Red Zone (Red Zone #1) by Janet Elizabeth Henderson


Welcome to the new world. Things have changed just a bit. Big Brother’s not only monitoring important things like what toilet paper you buy—it now has direct access to everything you see thanks to the mandatory implant you get at birth. And Friday Jones has seen something she wishes she hadn’t.

Now she has all kinds of undesirables after her—some to straight up kill her and others who want to steal what’s locked in her head. So, she’ll need the help of a ruthless mercenary, Striker, if she has any chance at survival. That he’s a jerk, who she wants to punch in the face, well…a dying woman sometimes has to make tough choices.

Striker’s special abilities have kept him in the shadows for a reason. He has no interest in getting mixed up with the smart-mouthed, hard-headed women no matter how his body reacts. But then he discovers what’s in her head and all bets are off.

Wow, what a pleasant surprise! I just saw the cover and, well, being a cover-lover I went for it. I bought this book and "just browsing" immediately turned into reading intensely and not putting it down. This imaginative, fantastic story full of suspense, action and romance drew me in from the first page on.

I loved Friday so much, she is a wonderful character, full of quirks and when she starts to think and, yep, chocolate... I laughed so much and I mean, who could resist that talking, hitch-hiking handbag with an attitude to match its....partner's? Did I forget to mention that the talking handbag is also lethal? Well, yeah, it is. And it loves to cuddle - go figure.

Though I forgot to mention our hero, Striker. Friday and Striker are an amazing couple, you can feel not only their chemistry but even more their love right from the start. You get it, you can feel why Striker, the hard, capable Striker falls for Friday with all her quirks and her open heart who embraces everyone. At first she seems weak though the reader very soon realizes how intelligent and strong she really is, how capable and courageous. She is not fearless but no matter what happens, she pulls through, she fights, she cares even with a death sentence hanging over her head and things very soon going to hell, she still cares for others and never gives up.

Did I mention how much I loved this book?

Donnerstag, 14. November 2019

BLOG TOUR - Insatiable (Cloverleigh Farms #3) by Melanie Harlow


Absolute magic!”
Helena Hunting, New York Times bestselling author

Insatiable, an all-new fun and flirty friends to lovers romance from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is available now!


I didn’t mean to see him naked--it was an accident.

It had to be, right?

Because Noah McCormick and I have never been anything more than friends. In all the years I’ve known him, he’s never once laid a finger on me. And even though he was a cute lifeguard at 16 and a hotter-than-hell sheriff’s deputy at 34, he's always been that protective guy I could trust to keep his hands to himself. I never wanted to mess with that.

Until I walked in on him getting out of the shower and saw his hard, muscular body totally bare and dripping wet. At that moment I never wanted to mess with anything so badly in my entire life.

I should have covered my eyes. Said I was sorry. At the very least, I could have handed him a towel.

After all, I was only in town for a few days, and he was just doing me a favor by escorting me to my sister’s wedding. It wasn’t a real date.

But I didn’t apologize. And he didn’t cover up.

(Talk about a hot mess.)

After all those years of being just friends, suddenly we’re insatiable.

He’s made it clear he’s not interested in romance. Which is fine with me because I’ve got a plane ticket back to my real life at the end of the week.

It’s all in fun...or is it?

Well, I guess Meg would think of Melanie Harlow's books as Twinkies, comforting and nice though I'd like to throw in some of these Shishito peppers that she mentions that once in a while pack an extra fiery punch or two. Some spice, some sparks, some major chemistry right in the middle of all this comfort and loveliness. 

I loved the first books in this series but maybe I like Noah and Meg's story even better than the others. I'm not sure yet but this book had it all, it was cute and warm with lots of romance, chemistry and don't forget about those sparks, those two have those in heaps!
Noah and Meg have always been close ever since he saved her life in High School but they never explored their chemistry.

When Meg comes back home to lick her wounds after another failed relationship, things change and what-if might turn into that's-it - if it wasn't for Noah and his fears. When his ex-fiancée left him in the dust after his father's death he was devastated and things never got serious after that again. Till now. It takes him some time and I must admit that I got a bit impatient with him because he was so hung up on his past and his fears - and suddenly everything changed and I felt like screaming "Finally, fi-na-llyyyyyy!".

Once again I loved the secondary characters like Noah's twin brother Asher and their relationship. I loved how close those two were and on the other hand, I also loved to see Asher fight for his independence, for a life of his own. He will always need some help but he can still do so much more than his family with all their love expect him to do and let him do.

On the whole, this was another wonderful book in a series that I really love - and if you haven't read the other books, trust me, you'll want to go back and read them even though this can be read as a standalone.




Sawyer?” I said in disbelief.
Breaking into a huge grin, she started to run.
I was still standing there in shock when she barreled into me, throwing her arms around my neck. She smelled fucking fantastic. Feminine, sweet, delectable.
What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to hug her back without getting sweat or paint on her. “I thought you didn’t get in until Thursday.”
I changed my ticket.” She let go just enough to smile up at me impishly. “I’m glad to see you too.”
I laughed. “I’m glad to see you. You just surprised me is all.”
That was my plan.” She stepped back, and I figured my odor was probably repulsing her.
I stink, sorry. I went for a run earlier and I never showered. Then I painted the garage.”
I never mind the smell of sweat. It means hard work.” She brightened. “Will you run tomorrow? I’d love to go with you.
Sure. We can run tomorrow. I’m off again.”
Great! Although I’m probably way out of shape.” She made a face. “My work schedule is so crazy, I don’t run as much as I used to.”
You look great,” I told her. And it was true—she did look great. Maybe not quite as skinny as the last time I’d seen her, but the added curves looked good on her. My eyes wandered without my brain’s permission to her slightly fuller chest and rounder hips. Quickly, I attempted to look at her face again, but then my gaze lingered on her mouth. I remembered what it had looked like the other night in my fantasy as she’d wrapped her lips around my cock and moaned like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
My dick twitched beneath my running shorts, and I cleared my throat. “You’ve got a favorite murder? Is there something I need to know?”
She glanced down at her shirt and smiled. “It’s a podcast about true crime. I’m addicted.”
Never heard of it.”
A sound of exasperation escaped her. “You live under a rock! I can’t believe you’re still not on social media.”
Yes, you can.”
Okay, I can, but it makes it really hard to stalk you.”
I shook my head. “People like you are exactly why I don’t want to be on social media.”
She hit me on the shoulder. “I’m kidding! I just want to keep up with your life. I miss you.”
So come home more often. Talk to my face.”
She grinned. “I do like seeing your face. Want to go grab a beer? Maybe some food?”


Mittwoch, 13. November 2019

BLOG TOUR - The Kennedy Boys Box Set (The Kennedy Boys #4-7) by Siobhan Davis #TheKennedyBoys



This box set includes four standalone new adult romances in the highly-addictive Kennedy Boys series from USA Today bestselling author, Siobhan Davis, and is over 1,100 pages of heart-stopping drama, intriguing twists and turns, and emotional, angsty romance. No cliffhangers. Dual POV. All books end with a HEA.


Loving Kalvin - standalone friends-to-lovers second-chance romance
I knew it would end in disaster, but I didn’t listen to reason. I didn’t care. Because I loved him so much.
Kalvin Kennedy ruled my heart.
Until he destroyed it.
Shattered it so completely that I became someone else. Someone I loathed. Someone who repeatedly lied to her loved ones.
So, I ran.
From him. From myself. Desperate to hide my new reality.
But I could only run so far.

Saving Brad - standalone enemies-to-lovers romance
I need to escape.
To put as much distance between me and that monster so I can start living my life.
Yet, even the vast Atlantic Ocean isn’t enough to sever the connection. To allow me to forget how he’s ruined me. His hold is more than just physical. He has a vise grip on my head and my heart, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t function.
So, I do everything to blot it out.
Until he reappears in my life.
Brad McConaughey. So hot. So infuriating. So in love with my best friend.
Every word out of Brad’s mouth makes me want to throat punch him or kick him in the nuts.
But he makes me feel, and I hate him for it. A part of me might actually love him for it.

Seducing Kaden - standalone forbidden romance
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of falling in love. The all-consuming sweep-you-off-your-feet kind of love I swooned over in movies.
It didn’t take long for that fairytale notion to come crashing down around me. Now I’m trapped in a marriage I despise with no way out.
The only light in the dark is Kaden Kennedy—the one true love of my life. He doesn’t know he is, because I’m forced to love him from afar, condemned to toss and turn at night, crying over everything I want and all I can never have.
Seeing him day in, day out, destroys me, but there’s no other choice; I had to push him away to keep him safe.
Because if my husband ever finds out I’m in love with one of my students, I won’t be the only one in danger.

Forgiving Keven - standalone second-chance romance
They say you never forget your first love, but I’m determined to prove Keven Kennedy is just a random boy from my past.
It’s not like I still think about him after all this time. Or daydream about how hot his kisses were and what it felt like to have his hands on my skin.
Nope, that’s not me. I’m in a happy place in my life. Engaged to a great man and finishing the last year of my photography degree.
But since I returned to Massachusetts, everything reminds me of the boy who ripped my heart to shreds. Especially when my fiancĂ©’s constant business trips, and dwindling attention, raises old fears to the surface.
And then the unthinkable happens—Keven saunters back into my life, turning it upside down once more.
It’s ironic he thinks he’s protecting me when the only one I need protecting from is him.

Have you met the Kennedy Boys? No? Well, then it is high time to change that! These boys are intense and when they fall in love? Be prepared for sparks to fly and heads to butt and lots of angst and love. The Kennedy boys are really tight and they love fiercely no matter how many obstacles they have to overcome.

This box set contains books 4 to 7 of the series, more than 1000 pages, telling Kalvin, Brad, Kaden and Keven's stories. If you have read the first three books, you might enjoy them a bit more as you will already know our boys and understand the dynamics a (teeny tiny) bit better but you don't have to read them first. Each of the books is part of the series but can be read as a standalone. The four books feature different tropes so each book is different and it doesn't feel repetitive as it is sometimes the case with boxed sets of romances. If you have already read the other books, well, these are as good as the other ones and you will love them!


Excerpt from Loving Kalvin (Kennedy Boys #4)

I change the bed, while Kal clears away the dirty clothes and the empty boxes. Then we get changed—sleep shorts and a tank for me and track shorts for Kal—and snuggle up in bed, watching a movie on his laptop. My head is resting on his bare chest, testing my willpower to the limit. Kal is all sharp angles, and defined muscles, and my hands start wandering without permission.
Are you feeling me up?” I can hear the amusement in his voice.
No point denying it. Not when my fingers are currently exploring every dip and curve of his abs. “Yeah. Got a problem with it?”
He laughs lightly. “Hell no. Don’t stop.” His arm is firm around my waist, and, with his other hand, he plays with my hair. “Lana,” he whispers.
Yeah,” I whisper back, looking up at him.
I love you.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I love you too.”
I want this to be real. So, so much.
I wish there was no other secret between us.
No risk of this all falling apart.
Not when it feels so exquisite. So perfect. So right.
We’re on borrowed time and I’m clinging to it like a drowning woman clinging to a life belt.

I change the bed, while Kal clears away the dirty clothes and the empty boxes. Then we get changed—sleep shorts and a tank for me and track shorts for Kal—and snuggle up in bed, watching a movie on his laptop. My head is resting on his bare chest, testing my willpower to the limit. Kal is all sharp angles, and defined muscles, and my hands start wandering without permission.
Are you feeling me up?” I can hear the amusement in his voice.
No point denying it. Not when my fingers are currently exploring every dip and curve of his abs. “Yeah. Got a problem with it?”
He laughs lightly. “Hell no. Don’t stop.” His arm is firm around my waist, and, with his other hand, he plays with my hair. “Lana,” he whispers.
Yeah,” I whisper back, looking up at him.
I love you.”
Tears well in my eyes. “I love you too.”
I want this to be real. So, so much.
I wish there was no other secret between us.
No risk of this all falling apart.
Not when it feels so exquisite. So perfect. So right.
We’re on borrowed time and I’m clinging to it like a drowning woman clinging to a life belt.

Dienstag, 12. November 2019

BLOG TOUR - The Billionaire's Forbidden Little Sister by Max Monroe #TBFLS

Question: What do you do when you fall for your best friend’s little sister?
More important question: How long can you keep it a secret before it all goes up in flames?

The Billionaire’s Forbidden Little Sister, an all-new hot and hilarious brother’s best friend rom-com from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is available now!

Theo Cruz, a New York man known for his family’s billion-dollar empire, Cruz Enterprises, has been indicted this afternoon in the Court of Public Opinion on charges of Bro-Code Conspiracy.

Chief counsel for the prosecution, Caplin Hawkins, spoke candidly about the accusation. “Once thought of as a best friend to many—including myself—Theo Cruz has officially turned his back on human decency. He’s conniving and dishonest, and a habitual offender of Bro-Code Law 676. He’ll rue the day he forgot that you never—under any circumstances—get involved with your best friend’s little sister.”

Fact: I haven’t actually been arrested or indicted.
More important fact: I inadvertently messed up—big-time.

Two strangers in a foreign country, we said hello.
Hello turned into a kiss.
A kiss turned into a rendezvous.
And a rendezvous turned into more than I’d ever imagined.

But her unruly golden curls and beautiful body hid an important detail—She’s my mouthiest billionaire best friend’s forbidden little sister.

Fact: I knew not of my crimes.
More important fact: I know now, but even though I know I’m playing with fire, there’s no way I’m stopping. I can’t leave her alone.

Question: What do you do when you fall for your best friend’s little sister?
More important question: How long can you keep it a secret before it all goes up in flames?

Oh my...I really really loved this book so much! Not only was the chemistry between the hero and the heroine amazing and sparkling hot but I laughed so much and so hard throughout the book that I almost cried. About six chapters in I felt as if I was dying of laughter (is there a better way to go?) and I knew that I needed a little rapper in my life, even a discounted one.
We met old friends and new ones and I loved to meet all those guys of the Book Club again (even though Thatch and his "fluffing" got a bit on my nerves, a teeny tiny bit because, well, ...fluffing...*sigh*) and - don't forget Pippa. She is so cute!

Okay, back to the really important stuff, right? Lena and Theo meet under very special circumstances and everything considered, they should be thrilled when they meet again because, yeah, you remember that chemistry and those sparks? Right. If there wasn't the very inconvenient realization that Lena is not just the woman Theo fell for that one memorable night far far away in Italy but his -very very protective- best friend's sister. Oops.
How to choose between love and loyalty? Do you have to? Oh, I mean, apart from the fact that your best friend might want to rearrange your face and other bodyparts a bit....well, yep. That fact.
Tough luck.
 This series is so much fun and laughter with amazing and unforgettable characters that you just have to love! I simply can't wait to read the next book in this series, they are hilarious and great!



Two hours and another two shots for Pippa later and she’s in full-on dance mode. Shaking her hips and tits like she owns the joint. It only took one intense shimmy during “Gonna Make You Sweat” to understand what she meant—her boobs, left braless, would absolutely be a lethal weapon. I’m pretty sure the sweat between them even vaporized into a misty Mel Gibson mirage, they shook so hard.
And not once has she wanted to stop for a break.
She’s in the running to be the next Energizer bunny, but my bladder is full, and I’m dehydrated. For the love of God, I need something to drink other than Mel-flavored sweat mist and gasoline.
Thankfully, when Pip spots Sophie and Frederick on the other side of the dance floor, she does some weird version of the robot, spins in their direction, and makes like the wind through the crowd while letting her arms trail behind her.
It’s so fucking strange, it’s hilarious, and I can’t help but laugh.
Sophie feels the same, covering her mouth comically as she spots Pippa. I wave my hand, hoping to get her attention, and by some miracle, she spots me through the strobing lights and writhing bodies.
I jerk my chin and swipe a hand across my chest before tapping the skin next to my eye and doing the walking symbol with my fingers. Sophie nods, interpreting my baseball-esque code, regardless of its lackluster delivery. If I were on the other end of things, I’d be waffling between second and third base right now, trying to figure out what to do.
“I’ve got her!” she whisper-yells toward me, and the weight of drunken-friend-motherhood lifts off me in a flash. I’m sure my friends with kids would tell me this is how they always feel when they actually make it to the bathroom.
I didn’t think it was a possibility for a female living on planet Earth, but when I make it to the toilets—as the Italians call them—the line is short and speedy. I’m standing at the bar again, waiting on a bartender to take my order in under five minutes.
Of course, the bar takes so long, I have to sit down on one of the stools to bide my time. And just like that, the timetable of the universe has been righted.
While I wait, I glance back toward the dance floor to check on Pip, the dancing queen—who is now showing off her twerking skills to a cute twentysomething guy. If I had to guess based on his appearance, I’d peg him as one of the locals. But for all I really know, he hails from the Jersey Shore.
Thankfully, Sophie and Frederick are sticking close to Pip’s side, and her dance partner of unknown origin isn’t getting too handsy.
All is well. I breathe a sigh of relief and turn back toward the bar to resume my quest for a drink and, like magic, lock eyes directly with a bartender.
Thank God!
He jerks his chin up to head my way, and I climb to stand on the rung of my barstool with glee.
But when he’s five steps away, his attention swings back to a point down the bar, and immediately, he diverts.
What the hell?
I glance down at my perky, tight-nippled breasts and frown. How in the hell did he see these fuckers and not come in for the landing?
Annoyed, I follow him with my gaze to what I’m sure must be a woman with three tits and an exposed pussy.
I pause. Stop. Go completely still.
Wow. That is definitely not a woman with freakish anatomy. In fact, that’s no woman at all.
Midnight-blue eyes, a little scruff on his strong jaw, and the kind of lips that I instinctually know will be good at kissing, the man who stole my bartender warrants more than a double take.
Hot damn.
He’s clad in a smart suit but no tie, and his collared shirt is loose at the neck but perfectly fitted around the tight, firm muscles of his chest. The suit is obviously tailored and screams of money, but I have a feeling not even gold-plating would be able to disguise the spectacular body he’s got underneath.
His face is serious—but God, even serious, he is handsome as fuck.
The urge to find out what he looks like when he smiles is both overwhelming and terrifying. I mean, how would I even quantify anything beyond perfection?
A shiver runs up my spine. I really want to see what this guy is all about.
I imagine if I could remember Pippa existed at this point, I’d try to thank her for insisting I celebrate our accomplishments by lifting the man ban for the night.
As it is, I’m not sure anyone but me and the hottie with the sparkling eyes are left on the planet.
When he finishes talking to what I can only assume is the bartender who abandoned me, he turns back toward the dance floor and rests his hip against the bar.
His still-serious eyes scan the joint, moving from the dance floor to the VIP section to the intimate booths scattered along the walls and then back to the line of the bar, all the way back to me.
My breath catches in my throat when he meets my curious gaze and pauses.
Yes, please.
Drink forgotten, I mouth the word “Hi” toward him, and the slight hint of a smile threatens to quirk up just one corner of his lips.
God, I want to see him smile.
He mouths “Hi” back before pulling the center of his bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it back out. One perfect dimple pokes out from his cheek.
Hell’s bells, that’s one dangerously sexy look…
Unconsciously, I lick my bottom lip, and without hesitation, he shoves away from his spot at the bar and closes the distance between us.
“Hi,” I repeat when he stops within hearing distance—and in this club, with this crowd and noise, that’s pretty fucking close.
With full lips, white teeth, and two dimples, he smiles the sexiest smile I’ve seen in my life at the single-syllable word. And as a bonus, I can see now that his sparkling eyes are midnight blue, like the deepest part of the ocean.
“Hi,” he responds, rounding out our freak cycle of hellos, and it’s instantly evident he’s an American like me.
“You should do that more.”
He raises a questioning brow, leaning just one hand into the lighted marble bar top behind me. It makes his size feel impressive, makes me feel enveloped. My whole body spasms, and I take a deep breath to control it. “Do what more?”
“Smile,” I clarify.
A soft but deep and raspy chuckle leaves his perfect, kissable mouth. “Who says I don’t?”
I reach up toward the skin between his brows and his gaze follows my hand skeptically, but he doesn’t back away. “This little, almost nonexistent line right here,” I say softly, running a finger across it.
His eyes search mine in the kind of hot and sexy way that makes me wonder if my panties are still there, but I do my best to keep my voice even as I explain further. “I bet you furrow your brow all the time.”
He leans closer to me, and my fingers slide into the lush, dark locks of his hair on accident. “Is that right?”
“Uh-huh,” I answer simply, unable to form words until my hand finds its way back to the safe space of my lap. It’s purely circumstantial that my fingers graze his cheek and then his neck along the way. I clear my throat and look up to meet his eyes again. “I mean, here you are, in a club, at a bar with beautiful women all around you, and until you came over here, I couldn’t tell if you were having a good time at all.”
He laughs a little and then asks, “You know what’s funny?”
Completely oblivious to the answer but equally eager to find out, I shake my head.
“Neither could I.”
“And now?” I challenge with one inquisitive eyebrow.
“Now, I definitely am.”
I smile then, allowing a cascade of goose bumps to cover my arms from my shoulders to my fingertips.
Goddamn. He’s trouble, and I like it. In fact, I like it way too much.
“Well, in that case…” I pause and bite down on my bottom lip. “Since you stole my bartender, I think it’s only fair that you buy me a drink.”
He searches my eyes, a small smile once again lighting his own. “Stole your bartender?”
“Yep. Plucked him right from my braless grasp.”
He laughs again, shaking his head and fighting like hell not to look down. I’m immediately impressed by his level of self-control. Nine out of ten of the men I’ve been with in the past would have focused in on my buzzword and failed to look away from it for the rest of the night.
But not this guy. He’s interested—I can tell by the way his pupils have dilated—but for now, he’s content to focus on my eyes.
Irony at its finest, as that simple behavior actually increases his chances of seeing my nipples later.
“Okay, then. I guess I owe you one. What’s your poison?” That handsome grin of his grows wider, and I swear to God, I can feel it all the way to my damn toes.
Tell him gin and tonic because it will taste good when you get him to kiss you later, my horny, sex-deprived subconscious instructs.
The other side of my brain—the rational side—suggests something low in alcohol content—something that promotes good decisions.
I think it over for a brief moment, scanning the features of his too-handsome face and landing on his luscious smirking lips once again.
The answer pours out of me like a benediction. “Gin and tonic, please.”