I had a serious conversation with myself about this book and whether to finish it. It went something like this:
Kristie 1: I don’t think I’m going to finish this book.
Kristie 2: Why on earth not??? It’s a Vi Keeland book and you love her books.
Kristie 1: Well, in all honesty, it’s more like not a lot, since I was disappointed in her previous book.
Kristie 2: But it’s a Vi Keeland book and you like her books a lot.
Kristie 1: I know. Believe me, it’s a difficult decision. It starts out great. Our hero Hunter and heroine Natalia, as he calls her, meet just before the wedding of their best friends – though I did find it a bit odd that considering how close the two of them were to their friends they’d never met before. But ignore that, the books starts cute. Hunter wants to have a sizzling affair with Natalia, and while she thinks he’s the bee’s knees and the cats’ pajamas, she doesn’t want to have one with him.
Kristie 2: Why not?
Kristie 1: I’m not quite sure, it was never explained enough to my satisfaction. But that was just a tiny thing compared to what started to bother me when reading on.
Kristie 2: Well, what bothered you then?
Kristie 1: It was that Hunter Just Wouldn’t Shut Up about how good they’d be together, about how much he wanted her and on and on. If I were her, I would have wanted to yell at him, “SHUT UP ALREADY! Yes, I think you’re gorgeous. Yes, part of me wants to do the horizontal rhumba with you until the cows come home, but stop already with the pressure. Give me some space to breathe.” And once I started noticing how much he was pressuring her, even if it was in a nice, funny, cute way, my annoyance just wouldn’t go away.
Kristie 2: But it might, it really might. Remember this is Vi Keeland and you mostly like her books.
Kristie 1: Yes, but I don’t think the enthusiasm will come back. I kept trying but the love just isn’t there any longer and I have SO many other books that are waiting to be read. I’m just going to say to the book, “It’s not you, it’s me. Others have loved you, so if there is one reader who doesn’t, I think you will still be alright.” So after much thought, I’m just going to skip on reading the rest of this book that I’m not enjoying the way I’d like to.
Kristie 2: But, but, but, it’s Vi Keeland.
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.
I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn’t dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home.
I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?
Nothing, I thought.
It’s just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
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