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Blindsided by Amy Daws

 
What happens when an almost thirty-year-old virgin agrees to let her Scottish footballer best friend give her some lessons in seduction?

Lots of banter, awkwardness, jealousy, and heat.

Midfielder Maclay “Mac” Logan is a loud-mouthed, tattooed ginger content with focusing on football. But when an adorably-freckled seamstress comes barreling into his life, he finds Netflix-And-Bickering with her to be his new favorite pastime.

Freya Cook is used to being the invisible woman with a needle and thread, offering cheeky punchlines as she helps dress London’s finest. She’s plus-sized in body and spirit, and other than her friendship with Mac, talking to the opposite sex is one skill she never mastered.

However, after one innocent game of Never Have I Ever, Mac offers to play Love Coach for Freya.

What neither of them see coming are the feelings that develop when the clothes come off.

Now they’re both about to learn the biggest lesson of all: Don't fall in love with your best friend.

Blindsided is a full length (97,000 words) contemporary rom-com standalone with a sports theme.


On the whole, this book was once again a book that I thoroughly enjoyed even though it took me some time to get into it. I loved Freya from the start and, well, you can't not love Mac, of course, but at first, it felt a bit slow and I kept putting the book down only to try again a bit later - till I couldn't put it down anymore but got sucked into it till the end.

The chemistry (and the witty banter) between the two was great and of course, it is a friends-to-lovers story so it was destined to make me mad at times when the two ...participants at this game... are just too dense to realize what or rather who they need and instead suffer needlessly. And, I mean - who did ever believe that it is possible to throw some sex in the mix and just stay friends? Who really believes that that won't change anything? Yep. The kind of person who is in denial.

With everything going on in Mac's life, I could understand why he ...nope. Actually, I couldn't understand his decisions. Sure, in his situation it is kind of understandable but he. should. have. known. better. I may have cried a bit and I may have been frustrated a...lot... and I may have waited impatiently for him to finally wake up.

Freya...oh my.... sweet and cute Freya and their witty banter who never saw it coming because she was so hung up on her curves that she never expected someone like Mac falling for her. I loved that her curves and her insecurities about them, were a topic but never dominated the discussion. It was not about body shaming or the pounds you got but about her feeling good in her skin and knowing that she is beautiful no matter what her size. Well, guess what? If she expected her curves to act as a security blanket to prevent both of them from falling in love, welllllllllll... No chance there.

Mac never expected to fall in love and it took him some time to realize what had happened to him.

 “You blindsided me, Freya. You blindsided me with everything I never knew I wanted.”  

I really enjoyed reading this book. If you have read the other books in this series - great, you'll love this sequel as well! If you haven't? Don't worry. You will. Right after you have finished this book.
And I will be waiting impatiently now for the next book because I may have an idea whose book will be next. There was this scene with ...oh, I guess I'll see if a certain lawyer gets his chance at love...

★★★★

EXCERPT

“Christ, woman,” he snaps, his eyes dropping down my body like he’s seeing me in a new light.
“You’re a fucking virgin, and you never told me? I’m your best mate! Why wouldn’t you share that
information with me?”
“We don’t talk about The Sex!” I exclaim defensively.
“I know, but this seems like something you should have mentioned to me at some point.” He
stands up and begins pacing in front of me, shaking his head like he’s just been told the world is
round for the first time and he can’t fully wrap his mind around it. “Christ, a virgin?”
“Would you stop saying it like it’s that big of a deal?” I snap, my entire body folding in on itself
with embarrassment.
“It is a big deal,” he replies, stopping his pacing to glower down at me with his hands on his
hips.
“It’s not a big deal to me!” I exclaim and stand up to meet him eye to eye. Well, more like eye to
chest. “I’m not saving myself or something. It’s not some religious thing, and it’s not for lack of
trying. I’ve put myself out there in the past, in all my awkward glory, and it just never happened for
some reason,” I huff, angry that I have to explain how romantically unlucky I’ve been. “Then I just
got tired of trying so hard, so I took a break and focused on my career. A long break, I suppose. But
I’m done with all that now. I’m eager to get shot of my maiden tag as soon as possible, which is why

I thought going out on a date with Santino would be a good idea. Especially if he’s experienced like
you say.”
Mac’s face contorts. “What the actual fuck is a maiden tag?”
I flush, not realising I said that bit out loud. Shrugging, I reply, “It’s what my gran called my
virginity.” I cross my arms over my chest, suddenly feeling very exposed under the London night
sky.
Mac visibly tremors. “You’re not giving your maiden tag to that fucking arsehole,” he seethes,
finally realising what my last comment meant.
“Well, not now obviously,” I reply with agitation. “You basically ruined that chance for me.”

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I wake the next morning to a rough tongue touching my nipple. A smile spreads across my face
as I open my eyes and expect to find Freya. My face falls when I see it’s her fucking demon of a cat
laving at my pec like it’s going to produce milk at any moment.
“Fuck off, you wee bastard!” I bellow and shove the animal off my chest.
Hercules takes off down the hallway, and a snort echoes in the room. I turn my gaze to find
Freya perched on a chair in the corner of her bedroom. She’s dressed in a long nightshirt, her red
hair a wild mess of curls, and her makeup smudged like she was properly fucked last night. And she
looks positively entertained.
“Did you just sit there and watch your cat violate me?” I croak, sitting up and rubbing my
tender nipple.
She giggles and steadies herself so as not to spill the two cups of coffee in her hands. “I came in
to bring you a coffee, but Hercules looked like he was warming up to you, so I just sat down here to
not interrupt. I had no idea he was going to lick your tit.” She bursts out laughing all over again.
“You and I are in a fight then,” I reply gruffly, propping myself up on the headboard of her
bed. “That was disturbing.”
She nods, her face still tormented with poorly concealed laughter. “For us all.”