“I want more with you. Always have. Always will.”
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Book Length (Est.): 188 Pages
If you believe in romance . . .
I don’t want to know his full name.
I don’t even want his phone number.
In fact, the only thing I want from Jude is the filthy hot sex the masterful hung stud delivers on a weekly basis.
He’s way too young for me . . . and much too good at fulfilling my every dirty desire.
He definitely isn’t supposed to show up one morning on my doorstep with an offer I can’t refuse.
Now he’s in my life on a daily basis, and I can’t shake him no matter how hard I try.
He’s absolutely unsuitable.
She’s everything he knew he wanted from the first moment he saw her.
A book full of filthy sex and beautiful tortured romance. Why Him? 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.*
Goodness gracious, this book jumps right into pure hotness. Definitely keep a fan handy! Or a toy!
Cady is a divorcee with two kids. She and her ex-husband are both divorce attorneys, but she’s better. All her time is spent working or with her kids. One night she’s out having a drink when a stranger hits on her and all of her normal brush-offs don’t seem to work, which makes her do something completely out of the ordinary…room 27 every Thursday night.
“I was just scratching that itch, you know? No names. No details. Then he arrives at my house. He’s too young. Too brawny. Too … ohmygod he’s really talented. How am I supposed to look at him like I don’t want to have him in bed every Thursday night?”
Jude is an ex- NFL player. Due to an injury he finds himself wanting to get back to his roots, starting with the coach who got him started. Meeting ‘Catherine’ wakes up something him. He looks forward to Thursday nights and the feel of her skin, but he wants more. It isn’t until he ends up on Cady’s (aka Catherine’s) doorstep for a job that he’ll finally get his wish. He’ll get to know her better, but she’ll refuse to go back to room 27 after he becomes a daily part of her life.
“…the only MILF I was interested in was Cady.”
Jude is the perfect man. He’s patient. He’s sweet. And oh my goodness he’s even wonderful with her boys.
Cady needs to learn to open up, stop worrying about what others may think, and follow her heart.
Why Him? is another sex-tastic book from Rie Warren. I couldn’t put it down! It was captivating, sexy, and humorous. The characters were well written (including Cady’s boys). And every page brought me deeper into the story. Can’t wait to read Why Her?.
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The house was unusually quiet, and I dropped all my things on the table in the hallway.
A long low whistle sounded behind me, and it could only be Jude.
I swallowed hard, my back arching instinctively as if he’d caressed the center of my spine.
Spinning slowly, I steeled myself against all the sexual promise he so easily exuded. Standing there, he was framed in the archway to the living room. Jeans clung to his thickly muscled thighs, and rolled up shirtsleeves bared the sinewy tendons of his forearms.
He didn’t move a single inch, yet I felt his roaring need just as surely as if he’d pinned me to the wall with his larger, harder body.
“It’s Thursday,” he said.
Combustible heat coursed all over my body in an instant. “Is it?”
His low chuckle made my toes curl. “Don’t pretend you forgot.”
I swallowed again, every single part of my body clamoring for him.
“The boys are next door, swimming at the neighbors with strict instructions to be home by six thirty for dinner.”
“Good.” I dragged my gaze from him. “Then you can show yourself out. I’m going to have a bath.”
“Or I could join you.” He crossed over to me so swiftly, I had no chance to escape.
Maybe I didn’t want to.
“Jude . . .” Cornered, I kept my hands flat on the wall at my back.
“It’s Thursday. Do you know that’s been the only day I cared about for two months because of you?”
“We can’t anymore.” I shook my head.
“Bullshit. Being around you every day. I just want you more.” His lips lightly nipped the pulse point at the hollow of my neck. “Feel how fucking hard you make me, Cady.”
Taking my hand, he placed it on the thick erect flesh, the hard hot roll barely withheld by his jeans.
I moaned before I could stop myself, curling my fingers around the rigid shaft.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Being here all the time. Torturing me all the time,” I accused, but I didn’t pull my hand away.
My fingertips danced lower down the inseam of his pants, all the way to the swollen-hard head of his cock.
With my wrist locked in his hand, he barged right up against me. “You know why I’m not enjoying being around you like this, Cady? Because I can’t fuck you or kiss you or get you down on your knees so I can watch you pant for my cock and my cum.” He nipped at my chin then tongued around one earlobe, giving me the soft with the sting always.
“I can’t rip off your panties and spread your legs so I can lap that sweet wet cunt of yours like I’ve done countless times.” Jude’s growly voice sent shivers down my spine. “I can’t get you out of my head. My dick’s about to burst every time I’m around you, but I’m not gonna jerk off because next time I come it’ll be with you, and the load I’m gonna give you will make you plead for more.”
Ripping free of his grasp before I crumbled completely, I rushed upstairs. Inside my bathroom, I hit the taps on the bath and swilled in a generous helping of bubbles.
I didn’t lock the door.
Looking in the mirror, I pulled pins from my hair, letting them fall to the vanity with little pings of sound.
I knew I was tempting danger and everything I’d sworn off.
My dress swished in a circle of fabric at my feet.
The doorknob turned.
He entered. He shut the door. He grabbed my reflected gaze with his before his eyes dropped to my shoulders, to my breasts cupped in the pink silk, to my panties.
He took a step toward me.
Strong. Sexual. Everything.
In the bathroom filled with steam.
“Time to pay up, Cady.”