Entangled: Brazen | September 28, 2015 | Contemporary Romance
Delicious Desires, book 2
★★★★1/2
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Temptation is a dish best served hot...
Event planner Daisy Robles can't remember a time when celebrity restaurateur-and celebrated playboy-Brandon Montoya didn't make her nuts. His infuriating arrogance, his hotness...his undeniable sexual energy. One night and whole lot of expensive tequila later, Daisy's self-control is AWOL. And Brandon's making her crazy in all the right ways.
When their tequila-fueled make-out session hits the tabloids, Brandon is furious. At least until he realizes his "relationship" with Daisy is his chance to get his ill mother to Los Angeles for treatment. All he has to do is convince Daisy to be his pretend fiancée for two weeks...
The deal? No sex and no falling in love. But all it takes is a little heat to find themselves in a deliciously compromising position...
{ about sabrina sol } .
Sabrina Sol is the chica who loves love. She writes steamy romance stories featuring smart and sexy Latinas in search of their Happily Ever Afters. She lives in Southern California with her husband, three kids, two Beagles and one Bulldog, and is part of a larger, extended Mexican family whose members are NOT the source of inspiration for her characters. Or so she tells them.
{ excerpt } .
The doors opened. A group of rowdy college kids—based on their licensed sweatshirts and baseball caps—fell inside. Drunk, every last one of them. Brandon moved again.
This time, he stepped behind her and pulled her with him against the back wall of the elevator.
“If you really don’t want this, tell me and I’ll get off on the next floor,” he whispered against her ear. “We’ll pretend none of this ever happened and go back to the way things were before you walked into the bar tonight. Tell me you don’t want this. Say the words.”
She stared at the floor numbers as they ticked away on the display screen above the elevator doors. Time was running out.
Tell him Daisy. Say it before things go to far.
The elevator lurched and she stumbled backward until her ass grazed his upper thigh. The hard bulge in his pants jerked against her, and she knew at that moment she didn’t want to fight this anymore. His arousal and need thrilled her, filled her with a sense of power she hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe she wasn’t good enough to impress one of his famous friends, but she was sure as hell good enough to make him lose control. So what if it was only one night? She’d make sure it was one night he’d never forget.
This time, Daisy pushed herself further into him on purpose. Her breath hitched as his right arm reached around and his fingers slightly brushed the side of her breast before encircling her waist.
She clamped her lips tight before a sigh escaped. The doors opened again and the group of drunk college kids spilled out. The doors closed again but Daisy and Brandon didn’t move.
By floor number seven, his lips were on her neck and she fell into him more, if that was even possible. He moved his hands to both of her breasts, cupping and caressing them through her dress. By floor number eight, her hands were on the side of his thighs and she was purposefully grinding against his crotch.
Floor number nine. He’d had enough. With a grunt, he spun her around and found her mouth, open and waiting for his total consumption.
Floor number ten. He pulled her into the hallway, murmuring and asking her for her room number. She tried to gain perspective even as his thumbs rubbed her nipples into hardened peaks. Taking his hand, she led him down past four or five rooms but before she could reach for the keycard in her purse, he pushed her body with his against the door and captured her mouth in another all-consuming kiss.
The clattering of glasses and plates from just a few feet away pulled her away from total surrender. She opened up her eyes just in time to see a hotel employee pushing a cart out of a nearby room. The stark realization of what she was doing and who she was doing it with was as sobering and shocking as a slap across the face.
Madre de dios. Brandon Montoya’s hand is on my ass.
This time, he stepped behind her and pulled her with him against the back wall of the elevator.
“If you really don’t want this, tell me and I’ll get off on the next floor,” he whispered against her ear. “We’ll pretend none of this ever happened and go back to the way things were before you walked into the bar tonight. Tell me you don’t want this. Say the words.”
She stared at the floor numbers as they ticked away on the display screen above the elevator doors. Time was running out.
Tell him Daisy. Say it before things go to far.
The elevator lurched and she stumbled backward until her ass grazed his upper thigh. The hard bulge in his pants jerked against her, and she knew at that moment she didn’t want to fight this anymore. His arousal and need thrilled her, filled her with a sense of power she hadn’t felt in a long time. Maybe she wasn’t good enough to impress one of his famous friends, but she was sure as hell good enough to make him lose control. So what if it was only one night? She’d make sure it was one night he’d never forget.
This time, Daisy pushed herself further into him on purpose. Her breath hitched as his right arm reached around and his fingers slightly brushed the side of her breast before encircling her waist.
She clamped her lips tight before a sigh escaped. The doors opened again and the group of drunk college kids spilled out. The doors closed again but Daisy and Brandon didn’t move.
By floor number seven, his lips were on her neck and she fell into him more, if that was even possible. He moved his hands to both of her breasts, cupping and caressing them through her dress. By floor number eight, her hands were on the side of his thighs and she was purposefully grinding against his crotch.
Floor number nine. He’d had enough. With a grunt, he spun her around and found her mouth, open and waiting for his total consumption.
Floor number ten. He pulled her into the hallway, murmuring and asking her for her room number. She tried to gain perspective even as his thumbs rubbed her nipples into hardened peaks. Taking his hand, she led him down past four or five rooms but before she could reach for the keycard in her purse, he pushed her body with his against the door and captured her mouth in another all-consuming kiss.
The clattering of glasses and plates from just a few feet away pulled her away from total surrender. She opened up her eyes just in time to see a hotel employee pushing a cart out of a nearby room. The stark realization of what she was doing and who she was doing it with was as sobering and shocking as a slap across the face.
Madre de dios. Brandon Montoya’s hand is on my ass.
{ review } .
We met Daisy and Brandon in the previous book, with Daisy being Amara's cousin and Brandon helping both ladies with their businesses. I absolutely loved the heat between Brandon and Daisy. We have two people extremely hot for one another, who refuse to do anything about it. Brandon's never around, for one, and two, Brandon's something of a celebrity -- he'd want nothing to do with small-town chica Daisy... right?
As the synopsis says, Brandon takes an unfortunately picture of him and Daisy and finds a way to turn the tables -- L.A. has better cancer options than Puerto Rico ever would, and if him being engaged will get his mamá to come, then he'll take the drunken photo of him and Daisy (at Amara and Eric's wedding, by the way) and spin a story from it.
I love these stories because the characters tend to think it will be a no harm, no foul sort of thing; the irony of it all is fun to watch, and seeing the true emotions unfold is such a fun ride. After not fully engaging in the first book of the series, I was thrilled to find myself so engrossed in Daisy and Brandon's story, and found myself wanting them to truly talk things out (I will add to that 'not engaged' comment and say that I don't recall Daisy enough to remember if I disliked her, as many readers did, in the first book; however, I did recognize these characters).
What initially began as bickering and hardly tolerating one another, moved into a farce which eventually led to emotions and confusion and terrible timing. But what I loved most about these two was that both decided, on their own, that apart simply wasn't going to work for them. Like the wedding Daisy plans later in the story, sometimes it's small town that will keep the flying person grounded.
As the synopsis says, Brandon takes an unfortunately picture of him and Daisy and finds a way to turn the tables -- L.A. has better cancer options than Puerto Rico ever would, and if him being engaged will get his mamá to come, then he'll take the drunken photo of him and Daisy (at Amara and Eric's wedding, by the way) and spin a story from it.
I love these stories because the characters tend to think it will be a no harm, no foul sort of thing; the irony of it all is fun to watch, and seeing the true emotions unfold is such a fun ride. After not fully engaging in the first book of the series, I was thrilled to find myself so engrossed in Daisy and Brandon's story, and found myself wanting them to truly talk things out (I will add to that 'not engaged' comment and say that I don't recall Daisy enough to remember if I disliked her, as many readers did, in the first book; however, I did recognize these characters).
What initially began as bickering and hardly tolerating one another, moved into a farce which eventually led to emotions and confusion and terrible timing. But what I loved most about these two was that both decided, on their own, that apart simply wasn't going to work for them. Like the wedding Daisy plans later in the story, sometimes it's small town that will keep the flying person grounded.
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