IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT
THE TIME
By: Kylie Scott
Releasing AUGUST 7th.
"Addictive
like all Kylie Scott books, you'll swoon, laugh, ache, put your life on hold,
and compulsively read until the wee hours of the night—only to reread the whole
thing the next morning. Perfection!" - Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling
author
Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.
Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.
Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.
Sometimes first loves are the truest.
Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.
Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.
Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.
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Occasionally
a book comes along and it’s pure perfection. I’m not talking just perfect
characters, or the perfect trope, but pure book perfection. That was this book
for me.
I’ve been in
the worst book funk. It has lasted almost a whole month. I’d almost given up on
breaking my funk, but then this book hit my kindle. I’ll admit. I was nervous…I’d
had crap luck with books. What if this was the same?! But once I started this
book, I literally couldn’t put it down. I had things to do, errands to run and I
skipped that to keep reading. I even put off getting ready for work, until the
book was done (literally 5 minutes before I had to leave for work). So when I
saw this book was perfect, and I read it in one sitting, I mean it.
One of the
best things about this book was the history between Pete and Adele. Even before
you get the full story about them, you could feel the history. The author DOES
utilize flashbacks to show their past/friendship/foundation. I thought it worked
really well.
I loved how
there was frank honesty between Pete & Adele. It wasn’t always comfortable,
but it was honest.
Even though I
loved everything about this book, my absolute favorite part was when Pete gave
into Adele/his feelings. That whole scene made me giddy.
It was meant to be
a soft kiss. A chaste one, even.
The minute my lips
touched his, however, everything changed. Callused hands grabbed the sides of
my face and my mouth opened on a gasp. His tongue swept inside, taking me over.
Holy hell. Shoes and purse hit the
floor, forgotten. Nothing about this kiss was slow or easy. The man devoured
me. Every ounce of emotion poured into that kiss, all of the anger and
frustration between us. His tongue was teasing and tasting, driving me wild.
Then he drew back to suck and nip at my bottom lip. One hand slid around the
back of my neck, the other over my hip to grab at my ass. His hold was firm, a
little rough even. He treated my body like it belonged to him and I wasn’t
gentle either.
Apparently
experience mattered. Because all I could do was try and keep up.
I held on tight to
his open shirt, straining against him, trying to get closer. I’d have crawled
inside the man if I could. Turned out that under certain circumstances, the
taste of scotch worked for me in a big way. Against my hip, his cock hardened,
digging into me. And oh my God, I’d done that to him. Me. How amazing!
Meanwhile, my body felt liquid, core aching and empty. I needed him inside of
me and it seemed like I’d already been waiting forever.
“Pete. Please.”
“Fuck,” he
muttered, breath hot against my ear.
I fumbled at the
remaining buttons on his shirt. My damn fingers didn’t seem to be working.
Easier to just push the whole thing upward. Luckily, the man decided to help,
tearing the shirt off over his head. More skin was good. And he was so hot and
smooth, a thrill to the touch. The solid flesh of his pecs and the flat plane
of his stomach.
He tore at the
zipper on the back of my dress, dragging fabric down over my shoulders. A growl
came from the back of his throat, a noise of frustration, impatience. I’m
reasonably certain I heard the silk rip. I didn’t care. His hands and mouth
seemed to cover every bit of skin revealed, touching and tasting me everywhere.
The dress got stuck on my hips. Out of the way enough for now.
He didn’t even
bother undoing my bra, simply peeling down one of the lace cups to free my
flesh. My breast filled his hot palm as it took the weight. Fingers plumped me,
his thumb flicking over my hard nipple. The sting of pain followed by the heat
of his kiss made my head spin and my body ache. There was no room for thought
as he fed me deep, wet kisses. Slowly, he took us to the floor. No time for
anything else. Just the urgent need to have him inside me.
The hardness of
the polished wood was cool against my back. My legs were spread, his body
between them. And with his broad chest above me, his weight taken on one arm,
he was all I could see. I swear even the insides of my thighs were wet, I was
so ready. It would have been embarrassing with anybody else. But this man, he
had to know, he had to understand. It had always been him.
“Pete, I need—”
“I know,” he said,
voice harsh and low.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
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