My Review: Dang it Lauren Blakely - you did it again! Once more, I could not put the book down - I was nearly late for work! This was a one-sitting read, like the rest of them, which is both a blessing and a curse. Make sure you cancel all your plans before starting this book, you won't want to do anything else until you finish it, trust me.
I loved Roxy and Miles. I mean LOVED them. First off, they just have such fantastic names. But mostly, I loved them because they were just so dang lovable. They had a beautiful connection, and I cannot stress enough how much of a joy it was to read about them getting closer and falling in love. Now excuse me while I go sigh and daydream about getting a Miles of my very own...
Cover Lovin': Fits perfectly with the rest of the series.
Recommendation: Each book can be read as a stand alone - but you'll want to read the rest, trust me!
Final Rating: FIVE out of FIVE stars (5/5)!! This might be the best of the three! Though I love them all so much, it would be super hard to choose!
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"My brother's best friend has a proposition for me. Have I mentioned he's a sexy single dad? Tell me more..."
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✔ Ben! The most adorable six-year-old you'll meet in a rom com!
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EXCERPT:
~ROXY~
I find Miles behind a stage that has probably witnessed high school graduations, speeches, and musicals. His eyes take a leisurely stroll up and down my body. The way he stares, every zone in my body feels erogenous. Especially the boob zone, where he spends more time than usual.
When he slides his gaze up to my face, he looks hypnotized, then he shakes it off and brings me in for a hug. “So glad you’re here, Rox. Now go enjoy the show, and I’ll find you the second we’re done.”
Once it starts, I do enjoy the show. I never saw the Heartbreakers in concert when they were in their heyday. I’ve never been a concert person. Not that I’m opposed to music, but my mother set a precedent when I was in the eighth grade and my friends had a chance to see P!nk perform. I asked her if I could go, but the next day I had to take the prep school entrance exam, so the answer was no.
“It’s a better use of your time to stay in and study,” she’d said.
That’s what I mostly did in high school, listening to music on the radio as I worked through math problems and wrote essays on the Vietnam War. The Heartbreakers kept me company that way. Later, when Miles became a solo artist, I’d find myself humming his tunes when I heard them play in Starbucks, or while riding the escalator at Bed Bath & Beyond.
I became a fan, but I’m not a fangirl like some of the others here tonight. I don’t just mean the women. The Heartbreakers have fanboys and fangirls, singing along, belting out tunes. They’re crowding the stage, and the security guards hired when the Heartbreakers were confirmed for the event are standing on alert, arms crossed. Fortunately, there are no bras or panties thrown at the stage, nor briefs or belts either. I’m glad Miles’s high school class is full of fans but not crazy groupies.
The music reverberates in the gymnasium as the trio of gorgeous brothers sings love songs and fun songs and sexy songs while disco balls twirl from the ceiling and strobe lights flash.
When the set nears the end and they dive into one of Miles’s most popular solo tunes, a love song called “Today,” I swear his eyes find mine in the crowd as he sings about yesterdays and tomorrows. The way he sings turns the tingles into sparks, and I’m feeling it now for sure—that click, click, click of my heart, or maybe it’s my hormones.
Whatever it is, my breath comes faster as I dance.
When the show ends and the band thanks the crowd, that’s my cue to find him backstage. He’s sweaty, and I’ve never found sweat so sexy before. He drapes an arm around me, drops a kiss to my cheek, and says, “Hey, sexy bodyguard.”
My voice is a little breathier than I expect as I reply, “Reporting for duty.”
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