Review of Why Her? (Mistaken Identities #2) by Rie Warren

“Don’t get dressed on my account.”

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Length (Est.): 187 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:

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.
Ha!
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.

Jennifer’s Review:

*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!

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon purchase page.

Excerpt:

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.”

Ohhhhh.

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.

Tie askew.

Shirt unbuttoned.

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.

Mouthwatering.

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.

Kane Bishop.

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.

Large hands.

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.

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Review of Why Him? (Mistaken Identities #1) by Rie Warren

“I want more with you. Always have. Always will.”

 

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Book Length (Est.): 188 Pages

Book Description/Synopsis:

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.

Jennifer’s Review:

*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?.

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon purchase page.

Excerpt:

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.

Jude.

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.”