with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right
fell for him the second time.
spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only
thing that made sense in a world that made none.
“The Man. The Myth. The Mountain”
So from the blurb I thought this was a second chance romance but it’s not and that was absolutely ok because I still enjoyed this book. More to the point, I really enjoyed Ethan. When he meets Singer he is a bit of a mystery but there is an instant connection that draws them to each other. The chemistry these two have is palpable and there link was electrical.
Ethan was known to the world as a playboy billionaire but Singer was not intimidated. She owned her shoebox apartment, non designer clothes and her ramen noodle dinners. She was proud of what she worked for and I loved how she stayed true to herself. These are the very qualities that makes her endearing to Ethan. He has been betrayed by people he thought were his friends over his money and Singer was like a breath of fresh air for him. There were so many swooning moments in this book as this couple fell in love.
Underlying the romance, there is a bit of a mystery element to this story as Ethan has enemies that he fears may hurt him or the people he loves. The end of this book has quite the shock factor. At least for me, I was not expecting that. That moment was so painful especially since I didn’t see it coming.
I must comment that this book was so wonderfully written. This author’s style is flawless and this book reads so eloquently and fluent. The only critique I have for this book is that it probably did not have to be as long as it did. This is a definite recommendation from me!
Heat Level: HOT
take my clothes off and hang them on a hook near the door before returning to
in, eases my aching feet from my high heels and the tension in my shoulders. I
pour some of the bubble suds and giggle. That was so cute and showed me a whole
new side to Ethan—the at-home Texan who relates to his roots—instead of the
strong, quieter, broodier man I see sometimes.
fills, I look out the window. The sky is clear up here. The buildings are far
enough apart to avoid spying on neighbors. It’s like floating in heaven.
call, “Come in,” while making sure the bubbles cover all the important parts.
champagne in one hand and the bottle in the other.
back on one side of the tub.
waggles his eyebrows.
“Come on in,” I reply and wonder if he will really take me up on my dare.
down on the side of the tub. His tie was removed before he came in and I notice
his shoes are long gone, along with his jacket. When he starts on the buttons
of his shirt, I sit up, scooping suds over me. “Wait, for real?”
for the two of us.”
one. Seems like an opportune time.”
about everything—his body naked next to mine, not shaving my legs before I went
out tonight. My mind flickers through my flaws. Ugh. No. Just no. Not like
that. That stuff should be shared in the dark of a bedroom under the influence
of alcohol and desperate sex. We’re too sober for this. I’m too sober for this.
What does he possibly see in me when he has women like Nicolina waiting?
some senses, it scares me. He’s the sort of man women like Nicolina land. For
once though, it was as if she saw me as competition. The feeling is
following quickly behind. Good God Almighty. What does a guy who looks like
that see in me? “I see you like to work out.” I clear my throat and want to
bonk my head on the side of the tub for saying it out loud.
down the hall. It’s how I relieve stress.”
I gasp and cover my mouth, wishing I could keep my crazy thoughts in my head
where they belong instead of on my tongue. His eyes are heavy, a smirky smirk
restraining a laugh. “God, you cannot let me talk when I’m nervous.”
nervous, I’ll make you nervous more often.” His pants come down and my
curiosity is answered. Tonight he’s in boxers. When he catches my eyes on his
package, I’m thankful I’m wearing waterproof mascara because I immediately go
underwater. Screw my makeup. It’s really the only way to keep my mouth in check
at this point. I count to five and then pop back up. With my hands covering my
boobs, I ask, “You’re really coming in?”