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Series: Happy Crazy Love #2
Published by: Self Published
on November 17, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger, she laughs it off. After all, she has everything she’s ever wanted—a successful bakery, a the perfect boyfriend, and the keys to her dream house.
Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?
Then Miles Haas comes back to town.
But he’s no stranger—they’ve known each other since high school. Plus, he’s only around for the summer, he’s still a shameless playboy, and he makes a living writing articles for a men’s magazine with titles like 'Should You Bang the Boss’s Daughter? A Flowchart' and 'Butt Stuff for Beginners: A Field Guide.'
He’s not the man of her dreams, and she’s not about to abandon everything she’s worked so hard for just for a little fun. Except he makes her laugh like no one else, smells like heaven, and looks sexy as hell in those panty-melting glasses.
SOME SORT OF CRAZY is a full-length standalone romance.
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Melanie Harlow writes SOME SORT OF CRAZY, and blows me away! This is the PERFECT read for the hopeless romantic in all of us. Not only is this a favorite of the series, but it’s an all around favorite of mine from this author. This was a breath of fresh air. Natalie and Mile’s journey will bring out feels you never thought possible. Heartbreaking. Beautiful. A stunning love story that will ravish your heart and soul.
“You’re not lost.” … “You’re right here with me.”
Harlow brings us another gorgeous, feel-good, just all around spectacular love story between Natalie and Miles. These two characters were just perfect together. The chemistry was on point with bouts of ridiculous sexual tension. The witty banter between them made me laugh, giggle, and blush over and over again. I LOVED having the male POV in this one. It gave this romance such depth and strong emotion all throughout the pages. I related to the female lead on pretty much every possible level, and I think a lot of female readers will be able to do the same. That right there, makes the story more rich and refreshing. Almost every page is coiled up with heavy sexual tension, and there were some parts where I had to catch my breath, either from laughing so hard, or from being overly excited about their pairing. My stomach dipped, my chest ached, and my cheeks hurt from this fabulous read from one of my favorite contemporary author’s out there today. Melanie brings magic to the pages, always making her readers want more. I LOVED, ADORED, and DEVOURED every single page! Bravo Ms. Harlow! You never disappoint my friend.
The light was off in my room when I returned, and I could barely make out her shape under the blanket. Leaving my glasses on the bedside table, I slid between the sheets, careful to stay on my side. When was the last time a woman slept in my bed without orgasms being involved? I couldn’t think of one time, actually. I didn’t even know what to do with myself.
I lay there for a while on my back, hands beneath my head, breathing slowly and deeply, trying to stay calm. But I could smell her perfume, and it was making me hard again. Fuck! Was she asleep already? Could I rub one out without her knowing? I braved a look at her, and my eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see that she was facing away from me, curled up on her side. Long, agonizing, minutes ticked by, during which I imagined rubbing my cock along the crack of her ass, which was sticking out in my direction. Taunting me.
“I lied to you last night.” Her voice was so soft, I thought I might have imagined it. Or dreamed it.
“Huh?” Stop thinking about her ass.
She rolled to her other side and faced me, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. “I lied last night. I told you I didn’t remember what you said to me the night we said goodbye. The night before you left for school.”
I blinked in surprise. “Oh.”
“Did you really mean the things you said?”
“Of course I meant them. I stand by every word I’ve ever said to you.” And my cock is standing straight up right now. So if you could please stop being beautiful and sexy and vulnerable, I’d appreciate it. Thanks.
She took a shuddery breath. “And yet…tonight, you wouldn’t—”
“Tonight was not about us, Natalie.”
“But…what if it was?” She paused. “What if it could be?”
Fuck, was she serious? Because I wanted that. I wanted a night that was just about us, wanted to show her what it was like to be with someone who appreciated her. Just one night, even if it was all we ever had. But I couldn’t be the one to initiate it, not without knowing it was really OK.
“Natalie,” I started, but she interrupted me.
“I’m lying here thinking, a week ago my life seemed so complete, everything in order. My relationship. My business. My house. I had everything I wanted.”
“Now I feel like I’ve been missing something. Like maybe I was wrong about what I wanted. I feel…lost.” She looked at me with her huge, round blue eyes, making my whole body heat up.
“You’re not lost.” Rolling onto my side, I met her forehead with mine. “You’re right here with me.”
And I kissed her. Just like that, I kissed her.
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