Tuesday, July 19, 2016

review || ONE WEEK TO SCORE { blog tour } by Kate Meader

Entangled | July 11, 2016 | Contemporary Romance
Tall, Dark, and Texan, book 3


He’s the man she loves to hate . . . 

Olivia Kane’s wedding day has just imploded spectacularly. Shots lined up at the bar? Bring it. Hot stranger on the hook? Come on down. What this party does not need is six feet and change of home-grown Texas cockiness in the form of her brother’s best friend, the man who broke her heart seven years ago.

She’s the woman he has to have . . . 

Flynn Cross won’t stand by while Liv finds sensual solace in the arms of a stranger, not when his own hard-for-her body is more than up for the task. For one week, he’ll make her honeymoon-for-one a sizzling party for two. 

Breaking the rules, one steamy night at a time . . . 

But the taboo they’re breaking is only the beginning . . . and Flynn’s part in Liv’s wedding debacle could bring about their end.
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{ about kate meader } .

Originally from Ireland, Kate cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Mills & Boon thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she is so there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.

{ excerpt } .

She stepped in close, dangerously close, her finger tracing a line along his bicep. “Did you want to hold me down, Flynn? Use your big Special Forces muscles to control me?” She licked her lips and looked up, playful innocence in her eyes. “Did you want to pull my hair, squeeze my nipples, slap my ass? Would our first time have been with me on my knees and you behind me? Or would you have fed my mouth with that big angry cock until my throat was so sore I couldn’t speak anything but your name?”



“All of it.”

Her eyes lit up in—apprehension? No, lust. Pure, undiluted desire.

She placed her palms on his chest and leaned in to whisper, “Sounds like we have an interesting week ahead of us.”

Sweet baby Jesus, thank you.

“Liv,” he moaned. Loud. Proud. He wanted to shout his joy.

She backed away, her eyes alight with power and desire. A few steps toward the water and she turned, swaying to the bass beat from the club in the distance or maybe some rhythm in her blood. Frozen in awe, he could only watch her, mesmerized by the back-and-forth of her body. He tracked the movement of her hands down her hips, her ass, her thighs, and then the return a few tantalizing inches, bringing the hem of her dress with her.

Fuck. No panties.

How he held back from pouncing on her while she played the sexiest game of peek-a-boo ever, he had no idea. If he could bottle that willpower, he’d never have to work another day in his life. Sweet glimpses of her ass alternated with frustrating cover-ups. She shimmied and twisted, ensuring his eyes could only focus on this one blistering sight: sweet and sexy Livvie giving a show for him, and him alone.

Over her shoulder, she threw him a come-hither glance, a pink flash of tongue across her lips making him wild.

“Is this what you dreamed of in the desert, Flynn? Did you think of this when you beat off in the shower? When you stroked yourself under those scratchy blankets, hiding your moans in your army-issue pillow so your platoon wouldn’t hear you?”

Yes, fuck yes. Unable to resist, he stroked himself now over his pants, loving that there was no need to muffle his desire like he had all those years ago. Even during the lonely nights since, he’d come with Liv’s name as a whisper instead of a shout, guilt dulling the edges of his orgasm.

But no more. A lusty groan left his throat, carried on the warm breeze.

It sounded like freedom.

“Still holding back, Flynn? Do I need to go to the bar and find someone who’ll take care of me the way I need?” She hitched the dress up over her hips and arched her back, presenting that ass and the sweet cleft that was so invitingly accessible. Shafts of moonlight caught those sinful curves, spotlighting her form with a heavenly glow.

And then she dropped to her knees.

Sweet fuck.

{ review } .

I love books where our characters have a history. Even though we don't see them from day one, you can feel it in their mannerisms and the way they speak, and the way Flynn and Liv speak to one another? You can feel the history.

I loved these two. I loved the banter, the wit, the bickering. I loved the feelings, the growth, and the way Flynn loved Livvie. I could not get enough of Liv's sarcasm and the way she always categorized Flynn as his "Special forces" self. I absolutely adored these two.

I have read the other two books in the series, but this one was hands down the standout book.

{ giveaway } .

EVEN THE SCORE (Tall, Dark, and Texan, #1)

Even the Score Book #1
Synopsis: He’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse…
Actress Tess McKenzie is performing in the Tenth Circle of Showbiz Hell—dinner theater. All she really wants is to start a theater of her own. Then Tess receives an offer she can’t refuse. She’ll get her funding…if she pretends to be the fiancée to her nemesis, Texan property tycoon Hunter Dade. If she’s going to pull this off, she’ll need all the luck she can get. Break a leg, indeed. On the verge of a big business deal, Hunter needs to hire a fiancée. He hasn’t quite forgiven Tess for ruining his wedding, but when their chemistry goes from combative to straight-up lust, the “no sex” clause in their mutually beneficial arrangement is tested. Which is a serious problem, because if Tess isn’t careful, she’ll go from breaking a leg to breaking her heart…

TAKING THE SCORE (Tall, Dark, and Texan, #2)

Taking the Score Book #2
Synopsis: His office temptation is now his full-blown fantasy…
Paying down her sister’s debts has left Emma Strickland with little more than the thrift store suit on her back. And as if the suckfest couldn’t get worse, she’s forced to moonlight as a waitress to support herself and her cat. At a strip club. Her uptight, sexy-as-hell boss Brody Kane can never find out. Texas property tycoon Brody Kane hired Emma for her spreadsheet skills, but her prim and proper demeanor sealed the deal. There’s no room in his life for a sexy distraction … and yet, he can’t stop lusting after the delicious Ms. Strickland. And then he takes an important client to a Chicago strip club and gets the worst lap dance in adult entertainment history. From Emma. Now that he knows his office good girl has a naughty streak, Brody makes it his mission to uncover her secrets, one steamy, illicit, over-the-desk encounter at a time. But Emma is hiding more than her side job, and her final secret could end up destroying them both.


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