Brigid Anderson is a second year lawyer on a fast track to making partner. With the weight of her siblings’ success on her shoulders, Brigid feels like she needs to prove something–to herself and to her parents. Her life is running smoothly and all according to plan…until she meets Grady.
Grady Coughlin understands focus and ambition, having taken over his father’s contracting business and building it into a successful historic preservation business on his own. After a blind date with Brigid that ends in explosive passion, they embark on a friends with benefits relationship. But as Grady establishes himself in the business world, he decides he wants more and wants it with Brigid.
On the eve of her best friend’s wedding, with her promotion to partner dangling within reach, Brigid believes Grady isn’t the best partner to suit her career ambition. But Grady and her heart don’t agree and she must decide if she should stick to the safety of the plan or find the courage to pursue what she really wants.
ANGIE’S REVIEW: Off the bat I have to say that I prefer sweet romances over sexy ones. This was way out of my comfort zone, but I am a sucker for wedding stories and just had to read this. The chemistry between Brigid and Grady is out of this world insane.
Also? Ms. Ryder is a huge fan of Jude Deveraux and I absolutely LOVE her.
I haven’t read the first book in this series (yet), but from glancing through other reviews, it seems that Brigid isn’t well liked by some readers due to how cold she appears to be. Having goals is a great thing, but when you sacrifice your happiness and close yourself off to someone whom you love, and who loves you and comes from a damaged background that you know about?
In a nutshell? I wanted to slap her. I wanted to drag her by her hair and show her what she was doing to Grady.
It was like being on an emotional roller coaster at times, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I can empathize with the both of them, just more with Grady.
Overall, this was a good read with some steamy scenes that you may want to be sure you’re sitting next to the air conditioner or fan to keep cool.
ANGIE’S RATING: ****
DISCLAIMER: I requested a review copy so that I could participate in the review tour through Tasty Book Tours. All opinions are my own.
Now a romance author in her own right, Megan pens sexy contemporary novels all about family and hot lovin’ with the boy next door. She lives in Connecticut, spending her days as a technical writer and her spare time divided between her addiction to knitting and reading.
She headed for the stairs, knowing that she should be working but was honestly too tired to do any more that night. As she headed up the stairs, Grady invaded her thoughts. Suddenly, memory flooded back and she flung open the bedroom door and hurried in. Her foot kicked something soft.
“Hey, watch where you’re going.” Grady’s voice came from somewhere south of her, on the floor. The unknown pile of stuff on the floor wasn’t her luggage but was a makeshift pallet where Grady had already settled for the night.
Brigid flicked on the light. “How was I supposed to know you would be camping out right in front of the door?”
“There isn’t much room anywhere else.” He sat up, the sheet falling away, exposing his firm sculpted chest that felt as amazing as it looked. Brigid would know. She had always been obsessed with his chest, tracing the muscles with her eyes and hands when they were in bed together.
She closed the door behind her. “I thought you were going to talk to Caroline about this.”
He yawned and stretched his arms, arching his back. “I tried. She refused, saying there wasn’t another bed. I can’t stay at the cottage or the surprise will be shot. So, here I lay, stretched out on this poor, hard floor like a forgotten dog.”
“Oh cripes, Grady. I’d expect such melodrama from Anna, not from you.” But she laughed anyway and he grinned in response, the look taking her breath away momentarily.
She studied the floor. “That’s hard wood, not carpet. You’re going to be stiff and sore tomorrow, not able to finish the cottage. We’re both adults and the bed is big enough. Besides you don’t have anything I haven’t seen or touched before.”
He stood, wearing only his boxers, his erection tenting the material in front of him. Her mouth went dry and she curled her fingers in her palms in an effort not to reach out and touch. He shook his head.
“I think it’s a bad idea, Brigid. We’re not together and I don’t think we should muddy the waters again.”
She frowned, her only thought focused on touching him, feeling him hard and hot around her, in her. She shivered as the cool air conditioned air touched her heated skin.
She bit her lower lip. “Would it really be so bad? I mean, we’re not attached to anyone, so what can it hurt?”