“Don’t get dressed on my account.”
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Book Length (Est.): 187 Pages
If you believe in second chances . . .
All I did was dance with her at a bar. Just once.
Then this undeniably gorgeous party girl, Stevie, turns up at my house, the contractor in charge of my remodel.
How am I supposed to take her seriously?
The problem is she’s excellent at her job, which aggravates me even more.
She’s changing my house, changing my life, and my animal urge to protect and possess her feels like a betrayal to my deceased wife.
She’s absolutely unsuitable.
He’s uptight, f*** hot, and there’s no way she can compete with the ghost of his wife.
A book full of filthy sex and beautiful tortured romance. Why Her? is a standalone novel with a tear-worthy HEA, no cheating, no cliffhangers, just all yes. Keep the fan handy, you’ll need it.
*I received an ARC of this book free from the author.*
Stevie liked to let a little steam off every once in a while, but heels and sexy outfits weren’t her normal garb…nope, that’s steel-toed boots and a hard hat. She loved being a contractor and her father is trusting her on her own, problem is she doesn’t want to mess up, but that seems a little hard to do when she sees who answers the doorbell.
“Not my business one way or the other. But if you are hot for Mr. Bishop, I completely understand why. The man gives new meaning to bend me over and fuck me blind.”
Kane is a widower and has no intention of being out looking for someone, but when his assistant drags him out he goes. What he discovers there is Stevie, gorgeous, younger, and someone he definitely shouldn’t want, but for the first time since his wife passed away he definitely wants. He leaves that club alone, but the next morning when she shows up on his doorstep to remodel his house he’s torn between wanting her and thinking he shouldn’t.
“If I could get more of her on a daily basis, I’d demolish the damn house myself and hire her to rebuild it from scratch.”
Stevie does one hell of a remodel…even with the super sexy Kane watching. But holy hell does she get more than she bargains for when she goes to retrieve a tool she left at his house. Not sure I could have stayed quiet through that! But on a side note… Way to be super verbal Kane! That had to be one of my favorite scenes.
Why Her? is a nail-biting, have BOB on standby, can’t put it down kind of read. I think it was better than it’s predecessor Why Him? and that was a feat difficult to accomplish. It’s filled with so much sexual tension that if it could it would have set the pages on fire. There’s also the heartwarming side that includes a daughter who wants her father to move on and the realization that age doesn’t matter when it comes to the heart. The beginning, the middle, the end…all completely captivating. Absolutely loved it!
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I’D RUSHED OUT IN such a hurry after almost kissing Kane again that I’d gotten all the way home before I realized I’d forgotten my laser level at his house. It wasn’t one hundred percent necessary I retrieve it tonight, but my dad’s rules were nailed into my head, and number one above all was his creed to treat your tools like your job depended on it.
Kane’s cool as fuck Mercedes was in the driveway, and I thought about knocking, but he’d already scolded me a few times about that, so I slipped inside and headed toward the kitchen where I’d last seen the digital level.
“Fuck, Stevie.” Kane’s deep voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
I thought he’d heard me enter the house, and I was just about to jump around the corner of the living room to explain I’d forgotten my level when he growled out, “Suck my cock.”
Oh my God.
Heat flushed my body in an instant. With a hand covering my mouth, I tiptoed through the entryway and peeked into the living room.
Oh my fucking God.
Kane sat in a large leather chair, head thrown back.
Sculpted tanned chest covered in soft-looking sooty-colored hair that arrowed to a thin line along his abdominals before . . .
Pants open, and Oh. My. God. COCK.
Oh Jesus Christ.
Kane was hung.
He gripped a fat, furiously hard dick in one large hand, pulling up on the veined beast until his knuckles butted the head. A large head that was dark and swollen and slick.
Not to mention the pure filth pouring from his mouth.
“Take it deeper, baby,” Kane ordered the me he clearly fantasized about, and I imagined crawling up to him, taking that incredibly hard cock all the way into my throat.
I bit down on my lip, straining to go to him, knowing I shouldn’t watch him.
Helpless to do anything but.
Arousal skittered to my pussy in a flash. Liquid seeped from my cunt. Swollen nipples puckered beneath my bra. I wanted to slip a hand between my thighs to relieve the tingling ache as goose bumps erupted across my flesh.
Wet sounds echoed from Kane’s long slow strokes. More precum poured out and his whole cock glistened with each snick snick snick.
Suave. Distinguished. And absolutely dirty.
His grip tightened at the thick base, and his other hand trailed lightly up and over the long length, fingers swirling across the tip then cruising back down faster.
Until he drew his hands away to clench the arms of the chair, a grunt parting his lips.
“Don’t wanna come to soon.”
I couldn’t move. The slick lips of my pussy rubbed together. Wiggling a little, I tried not to make a sound even though a whimper crawled up my throat.
He was magnificent when he went back to pumping his cock in a two-fisted hold that started out loose at the root then closed over the swelling purplish head.
Probably hot hands.
Rough hands that had barely grazed my breasts earlier.
“Yes. Lick my balls.” He lifted the weighty-looking sac and ran a thumb down the center, separating each testicle.
I covered my mouth with a hand, almost crying out with lurid need.