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Published by: Self Published
on February 27, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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At first glance, stripping naked at my ex-girlfriend's place of work might not seem like the brightest way to win her back.
But trust me on this count - she always liked me best without any clothes on. And sometimes you've got to play to your strengths when you're fighting an uphill battle. I'm prepared to fight for her...and to fight hard. I might have let her slip through my fingers the last time, but no way will that happen twice.
He's the one who got away...
The nerve of Tyler Nichols to reappear like that, stripping at my job, showing off his rock hard body that drove me wild far too many nights. That man with his knowing grin and mischievous eyes is nothing but a cocky, arrogant jerk to saunter back into my life. Except, what if he's not a jerk . . .? He's the one I've tried like hell to forget but just can't. Maybe I'm cursed to remember him. My money is on him being the same guy he always was, but what's the harm in giving him a week to prove he's a new man? I won't fall for him again.
But how do you resist the hot one...
Are you ready for Tyler Nichols and his dirty, dirty mouth? Well, you’re about to find out in Lauren Blakely’s newest romantic standalone, THE HOT ONE!
A TRUE DELIGHT for the romantic at heart! A second chance at love that will completely sweep you off of your feet! Lauren Blakely gives GOOD ROMANCE every single time!
“We were always good together. In every way. We can be good again, too.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
You can’t help but FALL IN LOVE with every single one of Blakely’s male leads. It’s bound to happen and it will happen FAST! Some of you may remember Tyler, and some of you won’t. Just know that THE HOT ONE can be read as a standalone, but who am I kidding? You should be reading EVERY SINGLE ONE of Lauren Blakely’s books so GET. ON. IT.
It’s always a pleasure…always a delight…always an entertaining time when it comes to Ms. Blakely’s books. She reels you in with the promise of hilarity and sexiness and BOOM you get TONS of feels and emotions to go along with it. It’s the PERFECT mix of everything you could ever want in a contemporary romance. THAT and her AMAZING male POV’s. I LIVE for them! I don’t know how she does it, but getting inside of Tyler’s head was PURE ENJOYMENT! And Delaney is just so perfect for Tyler. These two, when they are together, it’s ELECTRIC!
“This is where I want to be. Buried the fuck inside my woman. You’re mine, Delaney. You need to know that.”
This author gives us a second-chance romance that will make you all warm and fuzzy inside. This is a couple you will be cheering and rooting for from the very start. Ms. Blakely has ANOTHER HIT on her hands and I can’t wait for everyone to fall for this couple!
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Technically, I didn’t drop my drawers the first time I saw her again. Just my balls.
The ones in my hands. Juggling balls.
Here’s how it went down. Picture a Sunday morning in Central Park. A perfect summer day. The grass was green, the breeze was warm, and I’d just spent the last few hours getting acquainted with turtles and frogs at the children’s zoo because I’m an awesome uncle. And Carly’s one cool seven-year-old.
The kid loves all creatures, but especially the ones that jump and crawl, so I took her to the enchanted forest part of the zoo. When we finished, she tugged on my shirt sleeve, batted her hazel eyes, and asked ever so sweetly for an ice cream cone.
Like I stood a chance at resisting her. C’mon. She’s my cousin’s kid, and clearly she gets her charm from our side of the family.
With her hand in mine, we strolled across the grass near the running path, hunting for the nearest ice cream dealer.
And then Carly did that thing little kids do.
She shrieked for what seemed like absolutely no reason. Next, she pointed to an impossibly tall dude wearing a beret while juggling two Rubik’s Cubes, two orange balls, and a small green beanbag.
“He can do five, Uncle Tyler!” Carly shouted, her eyes going wide.
“Five isn’t too shabby,” I said with a shrug.
She turned to me with a questioning stare. “I’ve never seen you do five.”
“That’s because I haven’t shown you all my tricks yet.”
“Can you really juggle five balls?”
I scoffed. “Please, I can do that with my eyes closed.”
I didn’t put myself through law school juggling for nothing.
You can’t put yourself through law school juggling anything but insane class schedules and lack of sleep.
Carly arched an eyebrow. So did the juggler, as he kept up the cascade of his quintet. Show-off.
“I want to see. Show me,” Carly urged.
Yeah, Carly’s a chip off the old block. She’s all about challenging me, and I’m all about rising to the challenge.
The stick-thin guy with the beret raised his chin. “Have at it, man.”
With clockwork precision, he let the balls fall out of orbit and into his palm. Next, the Rubik’s Cubes. Then the beanbag. He stepped closer, handed me the objects, and flashed a crooked, put-your-money-where-your-mouth-is grin.
Packs of runners jogged along, cyclists wheeled over the black asphalt, and rollerbladers whizzed by on the concrete. With my feet parked hip’s width apart, I stood at the edge of the grass getting a feel for the items, weighing them, and then one, two, three, four, five, I whisked each one up into the air in a high oval arc. Round and round, in a perfect five-ball cascade.
Carly clapped, then demanded more. “Yes, now close your eyes!”
I groaned. What was I thinking? Juggling with eyes closed is fucking hard. But I could pull it off for a couple seconds. My special skill. I obliged my niece’s request, pulling off a few quick blind ovals. Five seconds later, after I’d shown off that particular party trick, I opened my eyes.
And I saw a vision from my past.
A blond beauty, with long legs, a lovely round ass, and a high ponytail swishing back and forth across her shoulders. She ran along the path in tiny orange let-me-peel-them-off-with-my-teeth-pretty-please running shorts. And that face. Dear Lord, the stunning face of an angel. High cheekbones. Deep brown eyes that saw me like no one ever had. Those red lips, shaped like a bow. Fuck me, the things she could do with those lips. The things I taught her to do with that sinful mouth.
Delaney sure as hell knew how to use it, and I don’t just mean in the bedroom. We used to talk about anything and everything when we were together in college. Days with her. Nights with her. Best time of my life. That woman was full of spark. Full of fire. So damn passionate. And look at her now.
It had to be illegal to be that smoking hot.
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