Source: Advance Reader Copy
A sexy new standalone from USA Today bestseller Sarina Bowen.
You’d think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You’d be wrong.
For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don’t know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.
When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It’s what friends do. But what friends don’t do is rip off each others’ clothes for a single, wild night together.
Now she’s avoiding me. She says we’re too different, and it can never happen again. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?
Jen’s Review – 5 of 5 Stars
|This was the most anticipated book for me in this series. So much suggestion of a relationship between Nate and Becca and never a real confirmation. Even though the regular cast of players, pretty much knew the relationship was on, like donkey kong from the minute it happened. It was like crack, this book. I read up to 25% the first night, and had to force myself to not do the just one more page game. I read at my desk during lunch, and had to set an alarm to remind myself to get back to work. I read in the dentist chair, while waiting for him to come back and fix my tooth. I chose this book over TV, my beloved hockey games, and pretty much everything else. I was sad when it was over, even though the conclusion was amazing. This book is the best thing I’ve read in ages.
It took them seven years to come to terms with how they actually felt for one another, but Nate and Becca finally figured it out. Written in dual point of view, with sections of flash back told in third person. It’s a fantastic look into their lives through various timelines. I love that these books don’t just pick up where the last one left off. They start where ever, and then it ties into a timeline from a previous book. In this case Lauren and Beacon’s book is kind of happening in the background of Nate and Becca’s.
I love Sarina’s ability to take these two people who have secretly loved one another forever and open up their minds to the possibility of it actually working. So many obstacles, so many stereotypes, and so many assumptions, kept them apart. It took Becca’s vestibular injury to open up his eyes and see that he couldn’t wait anymore to show her how he felt. I liked that it was him, gently pushing her to see what was happening between them. I could go on and on and rehash the story, but this is a book that deserves to be read, and not retold through my eyes. This is a wonderful book. You will fall in love with Becca and Nate.
On a side note….High praise for the research on vestibular injury. I experienced a vestibular injury very similar to Becca’s. Everything she was experiencing and feeling was very relatable to my own experience. It was well researched and thought out. The physical therapy experience, was right on the money. Well done, Sarina.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in.”
She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.
And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.
I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.
When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”
“Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.
The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”
“She sure is.”
Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”
“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.
“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”
My hands freeze on the tie silk. “Get out of town. You did not.”
“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”
I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”
“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.
“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”
Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.
We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”
“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”
Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”
“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.
Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”
“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”
“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.
“Come here.” The order rolls off my tongue.
But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.
“You tell me. What am I taking off?”
She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension.
Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”
That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.
My inner caveman stands up and cheers.
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