I could not wait to read Bryce’s story. I was so intrigued by him while I was reading book 1 (Austin). This book filled my expectations, and then some!
There is so much more to Bryce than his hard & scowly exterior. Give the guy a break, he’s been working his ass off to keep his company going…the company his mother started. Does he want happiness & love? Of course. But does he have time for it? Nope. Enter Tessa Clarke…things have just gotten interesting…and sizzling hot. These two have some serious sparks that ignite when they are near each other.
Tessa, a loving and dedicated mother, is not willing to do anything to sacrifice the safety and well-being of her son. Especially let a man into their lives. But there’s no way she can stop the feelings that come when he’s around. The things he does…and says…it’s enough to make any girl swoon.
He. Is. GOOD.
I love, love, love the adoration Bryce has for these Tessa & Charlie, and what he’s willing to change in order to get them and keep them in his life. I absolutely love this story – I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.
I can not wait to see what Tanner brings to this drama-filled Sexton saga. Will I love him as much as Austin & Bryce? I’m certainly excited to find out!! That was quite the juicy, little tidbit at the end of Bryce.
Love this writing duo! If you’ve read and loved Austin, you will love Bryce. If you haven’t, I highly recommend you start them!
This...this book right here is one of the reasons I love being a reader! I enjoyed every single second of it.
I was intrigued by Jack the first time I met him in book 1. I knew his story was going to be amazing. I finished this the other night and my heart is still reeling.
The story, so flawlessly written, captured me and took me away into Jack & Laurel’s world. These two have stolen my heart! Their banter was adorable and entertaining and had me giggling and smiling a lot.
Watching their relationship go from hating each other, to tolerating, to liking, then wanting and needing, was utterly delightful. And the glimpses into their past squeezed my heart and made it ache for them. There may have even been a couple of tears. Okay...there was. That’s how good this book is. It had me experiencing all the emotions I wanted and needed.
The chemistry between them was so hot, I swear it sizzled. When these two were together, I could feel it. Their passion was deliciously satisfying. The author made sure I felt it in all the right places. Thank you, Ms. Kelly.
This was fun, it was sexy, and gave me all the feels I love in a good book. The perfect mix of sass, heart, and steam. I absolutely loved it!
I finished this book before bed and I fell asleep swooning over Jack. I just knew he wasn’t a dick.
Hard core romantic, stress baker, and housekeeper non-extraordinaire, Mira Lyn Kelly is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than a dozen sizzly love stories with over a million readers worldwide. She writes hot, possessive heroes who know how to laugh, heroines who give as good as they get, friends as close as family, and happily ever afters up against the wall style! Mira lives with her husband in Minnesota where their four children and two ridiculous dogs provide an excess of action and entertainment.
All I need is a single guy chivalrous enough to play the part of my boyfriend for five minutes…
Half of Chicago calls Belfast their favorite bar, and there’s already a good crowd. But two-thirds of the way through the main room and I don’t know a soul. How is that possible?
I jump from face to face, searching as my stomach turns.
Recognition in the form of: Oh no. No. Not him. Anyone but him.
But it’s definitely him.
I recognize the blade-straight nose, the chiseled cheekbones over a square-cut jaw. And that mouth. Soft and full, it shouldn’t fit with a face as masculine as his, but those lips have been distracting my girlfriends and making my classmates swoony since the seventh grade.
There’s a leanness to the strong angles of his face that wasn’t there in high school, and as much as I hate to admit it, it looks good.
Jack Hastings. Bane of my existence. It would have to be him. And, of course, he’s single.
Steely-gray eyes clash with mine, and the air leaks from my lungs on an F-bomb my parents would call classless.
The guy hates me. It’s there in his eyes, just the way it’s been since we were six years old. But I know for a fact he can hide it so well that there was a time when, briefly, even I didn’t know better.
I start across the bar, my smile straining at maniacal proportions.
“Hi, guys,” I sing out, giving everyone a cursory wave as I close in on Jack, whose obvious confusion would be spectacular if the whole point of this charade wasn’t to sell my coworker on a relationship that doesn’t exist.
Reaching his side, I press in close, then closer still, so my arm is looped around his broad shoulders. “Jack, sweetie, didn’t see you at first.” Shooting him a pleading look, I motion behind me. “Remember me telling you about Clarence from work?”
Jack’s one of the smartest guys I know. But the blank look I’m getting back from him makes me want to whack the side of his head to shake something loose. Instead I give him a pointed look, praying he’ll throw me a bone. “He was starting to think I’d made you up!”
The lights turn on in his eyes, and the hard line of his mouth falls into a slant that probably ought to concern me. So far as I know, Jack has never passed up on an opportunity to make me squirm. Not that I have either. But he’s a good friend to my brother. So I hold my breath, waiting to see what he’ll do next.
I don’t have to wait long.
“Babe, why didn’t you tell me I was finally gonna meet him?” Jack offers his hand and waits for Clarence to drag his attention from Julia, who happens to be one of the hottest sports reporters in the country right now. She’s also engaged to Greg, star center for the Slayers, Chicago’s newest hockey team. And Hank, heck, the guy makes Elon Musk look like a member of the Geek Squad.
I’m giving it another thirty seconds before Clarence asks everyone to sign his shirt. And after that, he’ll step back to give us our space. He’ll be out of my hair. I’ll apologize to my old classmates and put some much-needed distance between my hip and Jack’s thigh. As hard as it’s going to be, I’ll say something nice to him, and—
“Clarence, man, pull up a chair.” Jack’s arm turns to steel around my waist as I stiffen. Because what… the… hell?