Steam: 3/5 🔥🔥🔥
~QD STORY DETAILS~
Tear jerker: No
Location: NYC and Buffalo, NY
Character age range: 27 and 35
Lead: Dylan Colt
Love interest(s): Eden Conrad
~QD BOOK INFO~
Kindle Unlimited: No
Series: No – Stand Alone
Sex/kink type: manual, oral, penetrative
Possible triggers: death of a loved one, mention of domestic abuse
The quick and dirty: Deborah Bladon delivers another solid contemporary romance. A super fun and quick read with mildly flawed characters (just enough to make them human), a story line that kept me entertained and an ending that tied everything up in a bow. A perfect summer, by-the-pool, book.
Dylan hasn’t been able to get over the girl that got away in high school and has resigned himself to being a one-night-only kind of man. That is, until he runs into a woman who makes him want more. Little does he know, he and Eden have history and when he tries to pursue her, things get complicated because she’s the opposing council on the case he’s working. They’ll have to work through their past in order to have a future together.
I can always count on Deborah Bladon to deliver a good contemporary romance. Some books you have to be in the mood for, hers are anytime kind of books. You can read them multiple times and they’re always solid. I love that we get glimpses of characters from previous books too! Can’t wait for Barrett’s book!
A new standalone novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Deborah Bladon.
I chose the woman I brought home with me last night for one reason and one reason only.
She looks like her.
It’s the same with every woman I bring home with me.
They always look like her.
Light brown hair, sky blue eyes, and a body that takes me to that place I crave. It’s where I forget – her innocence, my cruelty, everything.
Last night was different.
This one didn’t only look like her, she danced like her, spoke in a soft voice like her, and when she lost control on my sheets in that split second I live for, she made a sound that cracked my heart open. My heart; cold and jaded as it is, felt a beat of something for this one.
She left before I woke up.
I need to forget about the woman from last night, just like I’ve forgotten every woman but the one who started me on this path to self-destruction.
I might have been able to if I wasn’t standing in a crowded courtroom ready to take on the most important case of my career staring at the woman who crawled out of my arms just hours ago and into the role of opposing counsel.
I may be a high-profile lawyer, but her name is one I’d recognize anywhere.
The woman I screwed last night is the same one I screwed over in high school.
Court is now in session, and it’s me versus her.
Deborah Bladon has never read a romance hero she didn’t like. Her love for romance novels began when she was old enough to board the bus, library card in hand to check out the newest Harlequin paperbacks. She’s a Canadian by heart, and by passport, but you can often spot her in New York City sipping a latte and looking for inspiration for her next story. Manhattan is definitely her second home.
She cherishes her family and believes that each day is a gift for writing, for reading, and for loving.