100% romantic comedy with funny dialogue, goofy behaviors and adventurous couple. 99% male pov with small, brilliant insertions in the form of text messages from the female. And 1% on my brain with “they are crazy people, what am I doing here?” Yeah, it was very funny reading!
About the plot: The blurb really says it all what you need to get started. Wyatt Hammer is one sexy confident man. He has a little crush on his beautiful assistant, Natalie Rhodes, but he manages to keep his equipment in pants. To a certain time. When he and Natalie are flying on business trips to Vegas and their big business does not work out, they end up together in a bar getting all drunk. The accumulation of pent-up desire between them leads to a great clash. Not only do they spend together the funniest and hottest night in life, but also tied up the knot. But what now?
With awkward employment situation and bad luck with women in past for Wyatt, it’s not will be a easy ride, but oh so funny.
“Speaking of toe-curling bliss, I need to tell you that you look hot when you’re coming and you look hot when you’re not coming. So you’re pretty much hot all the time, okay?”
Final thoughts: It is very light, fun and addictive story. You will not find here a very complicated story, but their situation is not the easiest one. I love when they tease each other and all the dialogues are very funny. They’re goofy together, but when it comes to sex scenes you will find what you are looking for in romance. Hot dirty talk and steamy scenes in various, strange places which you can imagine. Everything from male pov. And it all will end with not one, but two sweet epilogues.
It was my first book in this series, you can read them as standalone, the couples migrate between the parts, but you can read it without order. What is bound to happen, at the very end you will want to get to know each previous and next stories of this team of amazing friends. I definitely want!
“You’ll all just have to accept that Wyatt Hammer kisses me like it’s the only thing he wants to do in the whole world, and I couldn’t resist him.”
If I’d recommend? Yes. Especially if you like RomComs, which begins in Vegas, but we all know that they will not stay there.
She twirls the pen in her hand. “So who caused the contamination today? Was it Floyd or Kevin the oily electrician you tried to put a chokehold on?”
“Oily Kevin needed the chokehold. Agree or disagree?”
She nods. “Completely agree. There’s so much agreement in me, I can’t imagine how much more I could possibly agree.”
“The chokehold was one hundred percent certifiably necessary,” I add, since Kevin had hit on her when he stopped by a few weeks ago. Here’s the thing—Natalie could dropkick him in the blink of an eye. She could slam him to the ground herself. But that shit he pulled with the leering and lewd comments does not fly with me. I would have done the same if a dude tried to get fresh with my little sister, Josie, at the bakery where she works. So I’d dropped a hand on Kevin’s shoulder, Vulcan style, and promptly escorted him the fuck out of my office. No one, and I mean no one, gets to put the moves on my employees.
“It was Floyd today,” I tell her, then give her the safe-for-work version of the story—the one about Floyd’s client conquests, not his comments about banging assistants. There’s no need to have that hanging out there in the air between us. Can’t plant that forbidden idea in her head.
That risky, dangerous, dirty, filthy, completely fucking alluring idea. My eyes roam the office briefly, and I catalogue all the places that are calling out to be christened. Her desk, her chair, the floor…
Just like that, my head is a wild rumpus of inappropriate ideas. Exactly what it shouldn’t be. It’s like horny aliens have invaded my mind.
But I’m not Floyd. I can do better, so I picture a vise, jam the images into it, and crush them out of my mind. The dirty images and the horny aliens, too.
“And then I escorted him out of Lila’s home and said see ya later,” I tell her, finishing the story, as I drag a hand through my dark brown hair. “Like, in another lifetime later.”
“Hmmm…” she says.
“Hmm, that’s great, or hmm, why did I give one of our suppliers the heave-ho?”
“Hmm, as in your story gives me a good idea. Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”
Her eyes sparkle. Hers are a lighter shade than my dark blue. “Want me to find a new hinge supplier?”
The idea is beyond perfect. I smack my palm against the edge of her desk enthusiastically. “Yes. And for the record, you’re brilliant and beauty—“ I cut the last word off so it sounds like a low bass note. Note to self: Don’t call her beautiful when you’re berating other men for hitting on her at work.
She’s watching me, waiting for me to finish my sentence, and somehow I twist the words into a new compliment, as I say, “Brilliant, and…bountiful.”
Bountiful? Seriously? What the hell was that? Maybe she won’t notice.
No such luck.
“Bountiful?” she asks, skepticism thick in her tone. As it fucking should be. “I’m bountiful?”
I nod, going with it, owning it. “Your brain. It’s like a cornucopia of ideas. It’s a Thanksgiving bounty. It’s bountiful,” I say, because I’ve got to sell this cover-up.
She squares her shoulders. “If you say so, Hammer.” And this bountiful brain was two steps ahead today. I already found a new supplier. I called around, talked to some of our colleagues, and got some great recommendations. I already have a new hinge guy lined up.”
My smile spreads quickly. “Damn. You are three steps ahead of me.”
“A good assistant should be.”
About the Author
Lauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart, and humor, and she has had eight books on the New York Times Bestseller list and fifteen on the USA Today Bestseller list. Like the heroine in her novel, FAR TOO TEMPTING, she thinks life should be filled with family, laughter, and the kind of love that love songs promise. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. She loves hearing from readers! Her bestselling series include Sinful Nights, Seductive Nights, No Regrets, Caught Up in Love, and Fighting Fire. She recently released SWEET SINFUL NIGHTS, the first novel in her new sexy romance series Sinful Nights that became an instant New York Times Bestseller. Her new adult forbidden romance, 21 Stolen Kisses, hit e-readers in May and landed on the USA Today Bestseller list. In January, she’ll release BIG ROCK, a standalone contemporary romance sure to make you swoon. She also writes for young adults under the name Daisy Whitney.