Kat has always been a good girl. She studies hard and never stays out too late. But when sitting in a pub on her birthday, she realizes she’s a nineteen-year-old virgin who’s never really lived. And she wants tonight to be the night that changes.
Then she sees him walk in. He’s tall, dark, handsome, and straight out of her deepest fantasies. His voice makes her knees feel weak, and when he smiles, she imagines him doing wicked things to her in bed. From the look in his eyes, she knows he’s imagining it too. So when he asks if he can walk her home, she hears herself whisper yes . .
Review: I love confident men who know who and what they want and aren’t afraid to make know their desires. Smart, sexy, confident, nice men need to exist in reality NOT in books. All the men out there get the memo, we need you here in reality. Now that my little rant is over, back to business at hand…my review of this totally awesome book. My one caveat, is that there is one whopper of a cliffhanger, so if cliffys aren’t the readers grove thang, then don’t read this book. However, if totally hot men, is what makes me (I mean you…you, you, you the reader), happy, then let’s move forward.
Kat and Tristan, they really are created for each other. They compliment, and complete each other. Kat is shy, repressed, and unsure about herself, while Tristan is bold, sensual and confident with himself and where he fits in within the world. He understands Kat on a basic level and wants to get to know her better. Kat is scared of how she feels toward Tristan and doesn’t understand the pull toward him.
Kat is much more sheltered, and naïve then Tristan. She has a different background then he does, and so these things shape the characters into what they need to be for the story. They each have their own histories and personal baggage that needs to be addressed, but together they can pull through and come out stronger.
I liked both Kat and Tristan. Kat is sweet, funny and smart. She has a spine of steel and isn’t a pushover. She’s also a nice character and has a good head on her shoulders. I like Tristan because, yes he’s smart, kind, and funny. He’s also deep, he has depth to his character. He has this way about him that’s cool and aloof, but every once in a while he reveals little nuggets into his inner thoughts and feelings, and he allows the reader to get to know him much more deeply and intimately. I love it when a character allows the reader to find out more about them.
Give this book a whirl, it’s really good. It’s fast paced, entertaining, and it’ll leave the reader panting for more. Believe me, I want more. Can’t wait for the next book.
He probably won’t even look at me…but what if he does? Gotta be cool….I can handle this right?
A second before she reached him, her right foot slipped in a spot of melted snow.
“Ahh!” Kat gasped as she tried to catch herself, but she careened straight into the beautiful stranger. Normally she wouldn’t have been so clumsy, but she’d been too focused on him and not watching the floor. Plenty of people had been slipping all night.
“Oomph,” he grunted and threw his arms out, pulling her to his chest.
Kat’s head fell back as she clung to his shoulders. He was tall, deliciously so, and her head only just reached the bottom of his chin. His hair was swept back from his face, but it fell across his eyes as he stared down at her, and the light kissed the dark brown strands with a faint hint of gold. The color of his eyes was…stunning and made her almost dizzy when she stared. Like losing herself in a kaleidoscope of blue and green in endless splintering shafts.
Her knees wobbled and she dug her hands harder into his shoulders, trying to stay on her feet.
What is wrong with me?
“Hello, darling, are you all right? Bit of a slick spot, eh?”
That rich voice, such decadent, sinful syllables uttered in that oh-so-perfect English accent, made Kat quiver inside. What was it about accents? They made a girl think strange, silly things, like asking him to talk dirty to her. Oh the things he could say that would melt her into a puddle just like the snow at his feet. It might just kill her with pleasure. The thought was so unlike her that she blinked. There was something about this man that made her want things she’d been hesitant to want before now. Like hot sweaty sex. She was still a virgin and yet this man was making her want to strip down naked and jump into the nearest bed with him.
His hands were still holding her waist, and his body pressed against hers. She couldn’t think, her brain short-circuited. His hands on her, so hot to the touch… They were standing so close, faces mere inches apart, and the world around her seemed to burn with a heat along her skin. Her breath quickened.
Kat struggled to think logically, but all she could think about was how much she wanted to kiss him.
“Are you able to stand on your own?” He smiled, the single flirty twist of his lips making her knees buckle again.
What the heck? She’d never had a problem with her legs working before.
“Er…yes,” she finally managed to say.
“Good.” His hands dropped, but the movement felt reluctant. He trailed his hands down her body, the light but suggestive skimming of his palms over her waist, then her hips sent little throbbing pulses throughout her entire body. He didn’t step away either, but kept close to her, his eyes still fixed on her face. “I’m glad to have prevented a nasty fall.”
Before she could reply, the bartender leaned over the counter and spoke. “What can I get you?”
Mr. Tall and Sexy shifted slightly, allowing Kat to slip into the space next to him, their shoulders and arms touching as she answered.
“I’ll have a pint of Nelson’s Revenge please.”
The stranger next to her chuckled. “Are you sure about that?” he asked. “That’s a stiff drink and likely to bring tears to your eyes.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone, and Kat couldn’t resist responding.
“I’m sure. Besides, I’m more likely to start crying at the sight of a butterfly than a stout ale.” She laughed, then realized what’d she said and blushed.
The man angled his body toward her, propping one arm on the counter as he stared down at her.
“Butterflies make you cry? What on earth for? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of them.” Humor heated those blue-green eyes of his and she felt an answering heat sweep through her body.
“I…well, it’s silly really…” She hedged. She didn’t normally open up to people, let alone strange, beautiful men in pubs. But there was something about the way he was watching her, his intense focus on her and his interest in what she was saying, that gave her courage to continue.
“I used to live in Texas with my dad, and we saw monarch butterflies when they migrated. But now with their habitats dying out, I rarely see them. When I do get lucky and one flies past me, it’s beautiful…and sad.” She shrugged her shoulders, glancing away. “I know that sounds silly.”
“Not at all,” he murmured softly. “No sillier than how I feel when I look at stained glass windows. It’s the same for me, that mixture of melancholy and beauty. It’s not often I meet someone else who thinks about things like that.” His intense scrutiny tore her in two directions, between squirming and going very still.
The man cast off an overpowering, seductive and masculine presence. She caught the scent of pine and something clean and crisp that sparked her other senses to life. It encompassed her in like some dark spell, leaving her with a desperate need to stay close to him. The things those girls whispered about him came rushing back…bad reputation…god in bed…Whoever he was didn’t matter, she just wanted him. Wanted to curl her arms around his neck and get as close to him as possible.
“I think about that stuff all the time,” she said, unable to tear her gaze away from his.
He lifted his glass to his lips and sipped. It wasn’t ale he was drinking but something else, a dark, warm gold color, probably Scotch. She realized she must have been staring at his mouth when he licked his lips and spoke again.
“Keep staring at me like that and I’m liable to kiss you.”
LAUREN SMITH, winner of the 2014 Historical International Digital Award, attended Oklahoma State University, where she earned a B.A. in both history and political science. Drawn to paintings and museums, Lauren is obsessed with antiques and satisfies her fascination with history by writing and exploring exotic, ancient lands. She is currently an attorney in Tulsa, Oklahoma.