Category / Emotions Wrencher

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Review: Love to Loathe Him by Rosa Lucas

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: First Person, Dual
Series: Billionaire Brits, #1
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Liam McLaren
Heroine: Gemma Jones
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: October 01, 2024
Started On: January 20, 2026
Finished On: January 22, 2026

There is something deeply satisfying about an enemies-to-lovers romance that actually earns the label, and Love to Loathe Him understood that assignment from page one. This story leans hard into professional animosity, mutual irritation, and simmering attraction that refuses to soften too early. From the corporate setting to the razor-sharp banter, the book establishes its tone quickly and commits to it, which made it an absolute joy to sink into.

Gemma Jones is one of those heroines who feels immediately real. As the head of HR in a cutthroat financial firm, she lives a double life that many of us will recognize: hyper-competent and buttoned-up at work, exhausted and unfiltered the moment she gets home. Her inner monologue is hilarious, raw, and occasionally unhinged in the best possible way. The diary mishap that sets the story in motion is mortifying, yes, but it also becomes a brilliant device for stripping away pretenses and forcing two people to confront truths they would rather keep buried.

Liam McLaren, on the other hand, is ruthlessness personified. A self-made billionaire who has built his empire through sheer discipline and control, he is every bit the intimidating boss figure he is reputed to be. But what made him compelling was not just the power or the arrogance. It was the way the story allows glimpses of the man beneath the armor. The moments where Liam lets his guard slip, where patience replaces command, and where respect quietly overtakes dominance, are some of the strongest in the book.

The tension between Gemma and Liam thrives on proximity, pride, and the constant clash between who they are at work and who they become when those boundaries blur. Their connection builds through friction, not convenience, and the chemistry feels real because neither of them is willing to surrender control easily. The romance develops alongside mutual recognition: of competence, of vulnerability, and eventually, of desire that has been simmering long before either of them admits it.

I am always on the hunt for romances that truly respect what enemies to lovers is supposed to mean. Not the watered-down versions where hostility evaporates into pet names and instant softness by the first third of the book, but stories where resentment, resistance, and attraction exist in constant tension. This book largely delivers on that promise. The snark, the slow burn, the heat, the emotional restraint, and the eventual surrender all worked beautifully for me.

That said, I did shave off half a star, reluctantly, because the story hinted at layers it never fully peeled back. Liam, in particular, felt like a man with a rich and complicated history that was only partially revealed. I wanted more insight into his upbringing, his estranged mother and stepfather, and the formative wounds that shaped his need for control. The animosity with his archnemesis, seeded during their Eton years and complicated by a woman, was fascinating but under-explored. Those threads could have elevated the story from excellent to exceptional.

What I loved most was how unapologetically this book commits to the trope. The snark is sharp, the humor lands, and the heat escalates naturally as emotional walls come down. What ultimately kept me invested, though, was how profoundly Gemma disrupts Liam’s carefully ordered world. Watching a man who compartmentalizes everything slowly unravel in her presence was deeply satisfying. The way he shows up for her, waits for her, softens without losing his edge, and ultimately lays himself bare through that final diary moment was everything. Still, I could not help wanting more: more of Liam’s private desires, more acknowledgment of the parts of him that seemed to disappear midway through the book, more answers behind choices like his reworked tattoo, and yes, one unapologetic moment where Gemma holds the power and brings the indomitable Liam to his knees. That scene would have been a showstopper.

Still, Love to Loathe Him delivers where it matters most. It respects the enemies-to-lovers trope, allows its characters to remain sharp and flawed, and gives the romance room to breathe without rushing into softness. The emotional arc feels satisfying, the humor never undercuts the stakes, and the chemistry is undeniable.

Recommended for: Readers who are tired of watered-down enemies-to-lovers romances and want sharp banter, workplace tension, a capable heroine, and a hero who is challenged rather than instantly tamed.

Final Verdict: A smart, funny, and genuinely satisfying enemies-to-lovers romance that understands restraint, tension, and timing. This is a standout read that delivers where it counts.

Favorite Quotes

I lock eyes with him, trying desperately not to let my gaze drift south of his collar. “I sent over the new recruitment strategy for your review.”
“Give me the highlights,” he says, buttoning his shirt with agonizing slowness.
He’s not even fazed by the fact that I’m getting an eyeful of his half-naked glory. Just once, I wish something would throw him off-kilter. Make him blush or stammer like a mere mortal. But no, McLaren is infuriatingly comfortable in his own skin, completely at ease with his sex appeal and the power he wields over everyone around him.

I wonder who his arm candy is tonight. I may have done some light cyberstalking, morbidly curious about what type of women the most eligible sociopath in London dates. But it’s hard to tell if he has a type, except for stunning. And probably submissive.
Trying to imagine McLaren being all lovey-dovey—cooing sweet nothings, making goo-goo eyes . . . Does. Not. Compute. The man likely has “Cuddle at Your Own Risk” tattooed across his balls.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he goads. “Put some real force behind it. Show me what you’ve got.”
Fine. If he wants me to bring it, I’ll fucking bring it.
I stare him straight in the eyes. But instead of aiming for his unbreakable abs again, I change trajectory at the last second, my fist lashing out to connect with his stubborn jawline in a vicious crack.
He’s not expecting it, his head snapping to the side with the force of the blow. He curses under his breath, rubbing his jaw, his eyes flashing with something dark and dangerous.
I look at him in horror, my heart pounding in my chest. I’ve gone too far. I’ve crossed a line, and now he’s going to—
“Feel better now?” Liam’s rough voice breaks into my panicked thoughts, his expression unreadable.
“A little.”
“Good.” In one smooth motion, he reaches out and begins deftly unlacing the boxing gloves from my trembling hands. “I’ll meet you in the conference room in ten minutes.”

“Looks like Skipper Magee isn’t the only one you take orders from,” I taunt, unable to resist pushing his buttons.
If my jab affects him, he doesn’t show it. “You get off on bossing me around, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “Makes you all hot and bothered, thinking you can put me in my place.”
I swallow hard, fighting the heat creeping up my cheeks. “Someone’s gotta keep that ego in check. Might as well be me.”
Liam studies me with that inscrutable look.
Finally, he speaks in that same low, controlled rumble. “Be very, very careful what you wish for, Gemma.”

Liam in a suit is hot, but fisherman Liam? That’s a whole different level of sexy.
I tilt my head slightly to the side, transfixed. I could watch him like this all night, my ovaries munching down on popcorn at the show.
I swallow hard, trying to ignore the way my body is reacting to his presence. It’s just physical attraction, right? A harmless office crush, nothing more.
As if sensing the weight of my horny stare boring into his back, Liam turns to face me head-on. Our eyes meet and lock, and I swear I feel a jolt of heat straight to my clit.

I want Liam. I want his hands on me, his mouth devouring mine. I want him to strip away every last shred of my control, my professionalism, until all that remains is a primal need for him.

“I see brooding billionaire banker Liam is back in full force,” she says. “I have to say, I miss fisherman Liam.”
I lean in just a fraction, my voice dropping to a low rumble. “He misses you too, Gemma. Probably more than he fucking should.”

“What do I love about sailing?” I say, locking eyes with Gemma to answer her question. “It’s the thrill of someone more powerful than me being in control. It’s a challenge.”
She tries to hide a smirk behind her glass. “Skipper Magee?”
“No, Gemma,” I chuckle, leaning back in my chair. “Not the skipper. The sea.”

I swallow hard, my eyes locked on hers as I take a step forward. “You’re shivering. Let’s get you below deck.” I pause, the weight of what’s about to happen settling between us. “If we do this, I need you to understand something. I want you. Badly. But what happens on this boat tonight . . . it stays here. Tonight, we are whatever we want to be, but then it ends. I need to know I have your consent on that.”
She nods, her voice soft but steady as she says, “Ginger only wants fisherman Liam.”
I close the distance between us, my thumb grazing her lower lip. “Then that’s who you’ll get.”

I lean in close, lowering my voice to a whisper for the juiciest revelation. “I . . . squirted.”
“You what now?”
“I squirted,” I hiss again, feeling my face flame up. “You know . . .”
“You mean you . . . ?” Lizzie mimics a crude fountain gesture with her hand.
“Yes,” I say in an embarrassed whisper. “It was like Niagara Falls down there. I’m surprised we didn’t capsize the bloody boat.”
“Wow. Why are you whispering?”
“I’m scared to admit it too loudly, okay? Have you ever?”
“I don’t think so.” She frowns. “Is it like when cats spray? You know, that whole territorial scent-marking thingy?”
I goggle at her in disbelief. “What? No. Oh my god, Lizzie, why would you even go there? That’s revolting. I’m not trying to mark my territory on Liam bloody McLaren.”

“And what about you, Gemma?” Rubert asks, turning his attention to me. “Did you enjoy the experience? I’m sure it was quite the ride.”
I cough slightly, and Liam lifts a brow. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this. It’s not like Rubert is asking if I enjoyed getting railed by Liam McLaren in front of Liam McLaren.
But damn if it doesn’t feel that way.
I try to compose myself, but it’s hard when vivid flashbacks of me straddling Liam assault my brain.
“It was . . . good.” The struggle to maintain a politely bland expression is very real. “An educational opportunity overall, though not necessarily one I plan to repeat any time soon.”
Liam’s eyes narrow. “Educational,” he repeats, his tone neutral. “That’s one word for it.”

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Review: Separate Beds by LaVyrle Spencer

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Multiple
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Jove
Hero: Clay Forrester
Heroine: Catherine Anderson
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: October 15, 1986
Started On: January 10, 2026
Finished On: January 16, 2026

Separate Beds is not a comfortable romance, nor is it meant to be. From the very first pages, LaVyrle Spencer makes it clear that this is a story rooted in consequence rather than fantasy, where a single impulsive night irrevocably alters two young lives from vastly different worlds. What follows is not a tender courtship, but a forced proximity marriage shaped by duty, class disparity, and emotional damage that runs far deeper than either protagonist is prepared to confront.

Clay Forrester is everything Catherine Anderson has never known. He comes from privilege, stability, and a family that loves without conditions. At just twenty-five, his life is already mapped out: law school, career, and somewhere along the way, marriage to his beautiful girlfriend.

Catherine, barely nineteen, comes from a household of chaos. An alcoholic, abusive father and a mother trapped in a cycle of violence, rendering a childhood devoid of safety or affection. When Catherine becomes pregnant, Clay is forced tor reevaluate his life choices and compelled to do what is right. He offers marriage, not out of love, but with the best laid plan of going their separate ways when Catherine gives birth. And yet, from the beginning, he is willing to give far more than he ever promised.

Catherine is, without question, one of the most difficult heroines I have encountered. Her trauma explains her guardedness, but it does not soften the cruelty with which she often treats Clay. She keeps him at arm’s length emotionally and physically, denying him companionship, tenderness, or even basic kindness, while simultaneously demanding proof of love she makes no effort to nurture. Watching Clay, a man raised in warmth and acceptance, slowly erode under constant rejection was painful. His suffering felt sidelined, his emotional needs treated as secondary to Catherine’s fear.

And yet, this is where Spencer’s writing shows its strength. The conflict is not manufactured. It is psychological, generational, and deeply rooted in lived experience. The mundanity of married life, shared meals, quiet evenings, small gestures, becomes the battleground where love tries and often fails to take hold. Catherine’s resistance is exhausting, but it is also tragically believable. She does not know how to accept love because she has never seen it modeled without violence or abandonment.

What I struggled with most was the imbalance of grace. Catherine demands love before she is willing to risk vulnerability herself, while Clay offers patience far beyond what most people could endure. At times, her behavior felt less like self-protection and more like emotional punishment. Still, when the truth of her mother’s suffering fully surfaces, and Catherine finally breaks, the trauma feels all too real. Growth does come, albeit late, and motherhood serves to be the catalyst for her emotional maturation.

Separate Beds is not a romance you read for swoons or escapism. It is heavy, messy, and often infuriating. But it is also powerful, evocative, and unflinchingly honest about how trauma distorts love. I desperately wanted an epilogue after everything these characters endured, if only to see Clay fully receive the devotion he had earned all along. Despite my frustrations, Spencer’s writing compelled me to stay, to feel, and ultimately to forgive.

Recommended for: readers who appreciate emotionally demanding romances, marriage-of-convenience stories grounded in realism, and narratives that explore class, trauma, and flawed humanity without softening the edges.

Final Verdict: A harrowing, emotionally brutal marriage-of-convenience romance that tests patience as much as empathy. Uneven in emotional reciprocity, but unforgettable in its honesty.

Favorite Quotes

Catherine stood there, swallowing, fighting the overwhelming surge of familiarity—those jeans, and the old jacket, his hair that—for once—wasn’t quite tidy. His collar was turned up, and as he stood waiting, his breath formed a white cloud. His nose was a little bit red, and he shivered, then hunched his shoulders.
“Hurry up,” he said with a small smile. “Get in or you’ll be scolding me for being late.”
“Is this your father’s?”
“Yeah.”
He took his hand off the icy handle and buried it in his other pocket. Without thinking, she dropped her eyes to the zipper of his jeans, staring at the way the old, faded spots undulated between patches of deeper blue. Her eyes darted to his face, discovering that he’d been watching her. And suddenly the color of his cheeks matched his nose.

There were the inevitable touches of greeting, in which Catherine was now included. They opened most of the gifts together—the four of them—with time out for instant replays, and for teasing Catherine about her ignorance of the game. Sitting on fat pillows on the floor, Catherine and Clay laughed over a grotesque cookie jar that looked like it belonged in a Swahili kitchen instead of an American town house. And she learned that Clay’s favorite cookies were chocolate chip. They opened a waffle iron and she learned that he preferred pancakes. Halftime highlights came on and she learned he disliked the Chicago Bears. Angela made sandwiches and Claiborne said, “Here, open this one next,” with a surprising giddiness, now that the game was over.
And amid a mound of used wrappings Catherine felt herself being sucked into the security of this family.

The house seemed like a tomb, silent and lifeless without her. He made himself a sandwich and wandered to the sliding glass doors to stand looking out at the snow while eating. He wished they’d have a Christmas tree, but she expressed no desire to buy one. She said they had no ornaments anyway. He thought about her cold withdrawal from him, wondered how a person could insulate herself from feeling as she did, and why. He was used to living in an environment where people conversed at the end of the day, sat and shared some talk with their dinner, sometimes watched television or read books in the same room, companionable even in silence. He missed his mother and father’s house very much, picturing the enormous Christmas tree that was an annual fixture, the fires, the aunts and uncles dropping in, the gifts, the decorations which his mother lavished upon the house. For the first time ever, he wished Christmas would hurry up and get past.

Her eyes were drawn to his, to the level, unsmiling study in gray. The silence hummed, enveloping her momentarily. Then without moving a muscle, he said, “You know what I want, Catherine.”
She looked at her feet. “Yes.” She felt as if she’d turned into a pillar of salt. Why didn’t he move? Why didn’t he come and get her then?
“Do you know how many times you’ve turned me away, though?”
“Yes, eight,” she gulped.
The blood leaped wildly to her face as she admitted it. She raised her eyes to him, and he read in them the cost of each of those times. And in the silence the mistletoe again began twirling.
“I wouldn’t care to make it nine,” he said at last.
“Neither would I.”
“Then meet me halfway, Catherine,” he invited, stretching out a hand, palm-up, waiting.

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Review: A Deal at the Altar by Lynne Graham

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Marriage by Command, #2
Publisher: Harlequin
Hero: Sergios Demonides
Heroine: Beatriz Blake
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: March 16, 2012
Started On: January 07, 2026
Finished On: January 10, 2026

A Deal at the Altar is one of those vintage Lynne Graham romances that reminds you exactly why this author has ruled over the marriage-of-convenience trope for decades. Set against a backdrop of wealth, power, and emotional damage, the story follows a pragmatic arrangement that quickly becomes anything but simple. A ruthless Greek billionaire in need of stability for his household crosses paths with a woman who never imagined herself bargaining her way to the altar, and what unfolds is a slow, emotionally charged collision of duty, desire, and vulnerability.

Sergios Demonides is very much the larger-than-life hero Graham excels at writing. He is domineering, closed-off, deeply scarred by his past, and utterly convinced that control is the only way to survive relationships. There is nothing soft about him at the start, and that resistance is precisely what gives his arc such weight. Beatriz Blake, on the other hand, is a quiet revelation. She is nurturing, intelligent, and understated, with a spine of steel beneath her calm exterior. Her lack of artifice, coupled with her fierce sense of responsibility, makes her stand out sharply in a world that prizes glamour and submission.

What drives the story is not just the marriage arrangement itself, but the emotional standoff that follows. Sergios enters the marriage determined to keep his heart locked down, drawing clear lines between obligation and intimacy. Beatriz, meanwhile, is pulled between her own emotional needs and the responsibility she has taken on, knowing full well that loving a man like Sergios comes with risks. The tension lies in watching two people negotiate trust when one of them has spent a lifetime equating vulnerability with loss.

What worked exceptionally well for me was the emotional development. This felt more layered and satisfying than the third book in the series which I reviewed earlier. Beatriz’s maturity grounds the story, and her kindness becomes a quiet but powerful force that challenges Sergios in ways no confrontation ever could. Sergios’s journey from emotional isolation to genuine connection is slow, resistant, and believable, which makes his eventual transformation deeply rewarding. The angst is well-paced, the chemistry is undeniable, and the emotional beats land exactly where they should.

What stayed with me most is how fully realized Beatriz and Sergios felt as individuals and as a couple. Their emotional development was layered and deliberate, with Sergios’s slow, reluctant movement toward a happily ever after feeling entirely earned. Beatriz is just the right dose of femininity, beauty, sexiness, classiness, and kindness that does the magic in healing the wounded soul of Sergios. In short, Beatriz was love!

Sergios begins the story as raw sex appeal and ruthless control personified, but watching him confront his own emotional limitations and choose vulnerability in the safe space that is Beatriz was immensely satisfying. This book delivers angst without excess, growth without melodrama, and a romance that feels grounded in a way that does wonders. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the wounded and commanding Sergios unravel under the steady presence of Beatriz.

Recommended for: readers who love marriage-of-convenience romances, emotionally scarred alpha heroes, nurturing but strong heroines, and a solid dose of well-earned angst.

Final Verdict: One of Lynne Graham’s most emotionally satisfying takes on the marriage of convenience trope. Rich character development, palpable chemistry, and a beautifully executed reluctant-to-love arc make this an easy 5-star read!

Favorite Quotes

‘Nectarios was very patient. It must’ve been even harder for him. I was poorly educated, bitter about my mother’s death and as feral as an animal when he first employed me. But he never gave up on me.’
‘You were probably a more worthwhile investment of his time than the father you never met,’ Bee offered.
Sergios surveyed her steadily, his stunning gaze reflecting the sunlight as he slowly shook his arrogant head in apparent wonderment at that view. ‘Only you would think the best of me after what I’ve just told you about my juvenile crime record, yineka mou.’

As she knelt he closed a hand into her chestnut hair and lifted her head, searching her oval face with brooding eyes. She gazed back at him with a bemused frown. ‘What do you want from me?’ she questioned in frustration.
‘Right now?’ Sergios released a roughened laugh that danced along her taut spine like trailing fingertips. ‘Anything you’ll give me. Haven’t you worked that out yet?’

‘I’ll take you out sailing tomorrow morning,’ he announced with the air of a man expecting a round of applause for his thoughtfulness.
‘Lucky me,’ Bee droned in a long-suffering voice.
‘Later this week, I’ll take you over to Corfu to shop.’
‘I hate shopping—do we have to?’
The silence moved in again.
‘When I married you I believed you were a reasonable, rational woman,’ Sergios volunteered curtly over the dessert course.
‘I believed you when you said you wanted a platonic marriage,’ Bee confided. ‘Just goes to show how wrong you can be about someone.’

‘I don’t want anyone else seeing you dance like that,’ Sergios spelt out. ‘It’s too sexy—’
‘But that’s how I keep fit—it’s only exercise.’
‘It’s incredibly erotic,’ Sergios contradicted, wrenching off the shorts with impatient hands.
‘We really ought to be discussing this,’ she told him anxiously.
A heart-breaking smile slashed his beautiful mouth. ‘I don’t want to talk about it…we’ve talked it to death.’

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Review: A Vow of Obligation by Lynne Graham

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Marriage by Command, #3
Publisher: Harlequin
Hero: Navarre Cazier
Heroine: Tawny Baxter
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: April 20, 2012
Started On: January 06, 2026
Finished On: January 08, 2026

I was beginning to worry that something was seriously wrong with me because none of the books that I had picked up of late were doing it for me. Then came along, A Vow of Obligation. There is something deliciously old-school about the story, the kind of romance that leans unapologetically into heightened emotion, combustible chemistry, and larger-than-life characters without ever losing its charm. From the very first encounter, this story announces itself as a classic Lynne Graham setup with a sharp edge: a powerful billionaire, a working-class heroine caught in circumstances beyond her control, and a proposition that changes everything.

Tawny Baxter is immediately compelling as a heroine. Young, fiercely honest, and refreshingly untheatrical, she is not easily cowed by wealth, authority, or intimidation. Her predicament begins with a well-meaning but disastrous act of loyalty, and the way she handles being caught off guard speaks volumes about her character. Tawny does not posture or perform innocence for sympathy; she meets situations head-on, says exactly what she thinks, and refuses to be molded into something more convenient for anyone else.

Navarre Cazier, on the other hand, is peak Graham hero material. Self-made, ruthlessly controlled, and deeply commitment-phobic, he operates from a place of emotional self-preservation disguised as dominance. His wealth and power are not romanticized so much as weaponized, especially early on, yet it is precisely Tawny’s refusal to be dazzled or intimidated that unsettles him. The sexual tension between them is visceral and immediate, crackling beneath every interaction, made all the more potent by Tawny’s quiet vulnerability and Navarre’s rigid need for control.

As their arrangement draws them closer, the story digs into deeply rooted fears on both sides. Tawny’s mistrust of wealthy men is grounded in lived experience rather than insecurity, and Navarre’s resistance to emotional attachment stems from the same. What unfolds is not just desire, but a steady erosion of defenses, where power dynamics shift and neither character emerges unchanged. The stakes rise naturally as consequences assert themselves, forcing both to confront what they truly want versus what they have always believed was safest.

What worked particularly well here was the balance between intensity and readability. The chemistry is combustible without tipping into melodrama, and Tawny’s straightforward nature makes her one of the more satisfying heroines in Graham’s catalog. Navarre, for all his arrogance, is consistently challenged, and watching him struggle against a woman who cannot be bought, silenced, or neatly discarded is immensely rewarding. The bombshell of a twist at the end was one I did not see coming, but the story ended on such a high note, because of the same.

Recommended for: Readers who love classic billionaire romances with sharp heroines, intense sexual tension, fake engagements that spiral into something far more dangerous, and alpha heroes who finally meet their match.

Final Verdict: A sharp, highly readable romance with explosive chemistry, a fearless heroine, and a commitment-phobic hero undone by the one woman he cannot control. A reminder of why Lynne Graham does intensity so well.

Favorite Quotes

‘I’m a virgin!’ she launched across the room at him in stark condemnation. ‘How many virgins do you know who sell themselves for money?’
I am not having this crazy argument, Navarre’s clever brain told him soothingly as he cast down the remote control he had used to switch on the business news. She’s a lunatic. I’ve hired a thief and a lunatic…
‘I don’t know any virgins,’ Navarre told her truthfully. ‘But that’s probably because most of them keep quiet about their inexperience.’
‘I don’t see why I should keep quiet!’ Tawny snapped, tilting her chin in challenge. ‘You seem to be convinced that I would do anything for money…but I’m not like that.’
‘We’re not having this conversation,’ Navarre informed her resolutely, stonily centring his attention back on the television screen.

Navarre reached out and entwined his long brown fingers into the curling spirals of red hair that were brushing his chest. For a timeless moment his eyes held her as fast as manacles. ‘Don’t tease—’
Her bosom swelled as her temper surged over the rebuke. ‘I wasn’t teasing!’
‘You mean that you didn’t tell me you were a virgin to whet my appetite for you?’ Navarre derided.
‘No, I darned well didn’t!’ Tawny snapped furiously. ‘I only told you in the first place because I thought it would make you understand why I was offended by your assumption that my body has a price tag attached to it!’

‘I’m not a child you left behind in need of care and protection!’ Tawny objected, ice-blue eyes stormy as he ignored the comment and virtually dragged her onto the dance floor with him. ‘Why are you behaving like this, Navarre? Why are you acting like I’ve done something wrong?’
‘Haven’t you? If I leave you alone for five minutes I come back to find you flirting with another man!’ he censured with icy derision, splaying long sure fingers to her spine to draw her closer to his hard, powerful body than she wanted to be at that moment.
The scent of him, clean, warm and male, was in her nostrils and she fought the aphrodisiac effect that proximity awakened in her treacherous body. ‘You left me alone for two hours!’
‘Was it too much for me to expect you to be waiting quietly where I left you?’ Navarre prompted shortly, in no mood to be reasonable.
‘Yes, I’m not an umbrella you overlooked and I wasn’t flirting with Tor! We were simply talking. He knows I’m engaged,’ Tawny snapped up at him, tempestuous in her own self-defence.

‘I’m leaving tomorrow,’ he told Tawny without any expression at all.
Tawny smiled as brightly as if she had won an Olympic race. ‘Elise mentioned it.’
‘I’ll drop you off at home on the way to the airport. I have your phone number and I’ll stay in touch…obviously,’ he added curtly.
‘It’s not going to happen,’ Tawny responded soothingly, guessing what he meant. ‘My egg and your sperm are more likely to have a fight than get together and throw a party for three!’
His face darkened. ‘I hope you’re right, ma petite. A child should be planned and wanted and cherished.’

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Review: Fall from India Place by Samantha Young

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: First Person, FMC
Series: On Dublin Street, #4
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Marco D’Alessandro
Heroine: Hannah Nichols
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: June 03, 2014
Started On: December 19, 2025
Finished On: December 30, 2025

Fall from India Place was one of those books I went into with a lot of emotional investment. Hannah Nichols has been quietly present since the beginning of the On Dublin Street series, and she always felt like the most relatable of the lot. The bookish, thoughtful friend and the one who listened more than she spoke. This installment finally places her at the center, revisiting a past heartbreak that has shaped far more of her adult life than anyone around her realizes.

Hannah’s story revolves around her unresolved connection with Marco D’Alessandro, the only man she has ever loved and the one who walked away after a single, life-altering night years earlier. When fate brings them back together, the pull between them is immediate, but so is the weight of everything left unsaid. Marco wants redemption and a future. Hannah wants safety, control, and certainty after years of quietly surviving something she never allowed herself to fully confront.

Hannah’s emotional journey is the most compelling part of the book. Her fears do not stem only from Marco’s disappearance, but from a deeply buried trauma that reshaped her sense of self, her body, and her relationship with vulnerability. Watching her navigate those fears through her internal monologue is heartbreaking at times, and it explains why she keeps people at arm’s length even when she longs for connection. Marco, on the other hand, remains more elusive. Seen only through Hannah’s eyes, he often feels like an idea rather than a fully realized presence, which made it difficult for me to truly invest in him as her partner.

Where the book struggled for me was in the emotional balance between the two leads. The chemistry that should have been explosive felt muted for much of the story, only truly coming alive in the latter third. By then, the groundwork had already felt uneven. Hannah’s healing journey seemed too complex and deeply rooted to be resolved solely through romance, and at times I found myself wishing the story had allowed more space for her to seek healing beyond the relationship itself. Given that Marco was this figment that materialized every now and then, I saw that Cole, who was always with Hannah through every single aspect of her life, was more of a partner to her than Marco ever felt like. But alas, the two had zero chemistry to gel it all together.

That said, the writing is still undeniably strong, and Samantha Young handles emotional introspection with care. Hannah’s pain feels real, her fears believable, and her hesitations grounded in lived experience. I simply wanted more depth and perspective from Marco, perhaps even his own voice, to bridge the emotional gap between them.

Recommended for: Readers invested in the On Dublin Street series, especially those who value character-driven stories and emotional realism over high heat or fast-paced romance.

Final Verdict: A poignant but uneven installment that gives Hannah a long-awaited voice, even if the romance itself never fully reaches the emotional heights of the earlier books in the series.

Favorite Quotes

“Hannah.” His voice was thick as his eyes began to burn again.
My breathing grew shallow. “We’ve always been honest with each other, right?”
He gave a slight shake of his head. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“I can’t . . . I can’t tell you I don’t want you.” His eyes studied my face before moving slowly down my body, and everywhere his gaze touched I came alive.
I’d never done much more than kiss a boy, not because I wasn’t ready to explore sex, but because I didn’t want to explore sex with anyone but Marco. I’d heard Ellie, Joss, Jo, and Liv’s crappy losing-their-virginity stories and I’d promised myself that the moment I let someone truly inside me, I’d make sure that someone was someone I loved.
And I loved Marco.
I’d been in love with him since the day he rescued me when I was fourteen years old.

“When we were kids, I was in love with you.”
Surprise, gratification, relief, sheer joy . . . it all moved through me as my eyes widened at his abrupt confession.
“That never went away, Hannah.” He rested his forehead against mine. “And now that I know you again, I’m even more in love with you.”

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Review: Only December by Noelle Adams

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: First Person, Dual
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Douglas Saxon-Barrington
Heroine: Mona Paulson
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: November 21, 2025
Started On: November 25, 2025
Finished On: December 05, 2025

I lived in drought for so long before she became my rain.

Only December is one of those quiet, deceptively gentle romances that slowly works its way under your skin. The story unfolds over the course of a single month, when Mona Paulson takes on a temporary housekeeping assignment in a lakeside mansion owned by Douglas Saxon-Barrington, a reclusive philosopher who has deliberately withdrawn from life. What begins as a strictly professional arrangement soon becomes something far more intimate, something neither bargained for when each agreed to the terms.

Mona is thirty-two, self-sufficient, emotionally grounded, and quietly confident in who she is. She values her independence deeply and has never been interested in settling for a relationship that does not genuinely add to her life. There is a warmth to her that is not loud or performative, and her curiosity about people feels organic rather than intrusive.

Douglas, on the other hand, is fifty-two, widowed, and exquisitely controlled. He lives a carefully structured life shaped by loss, discipline, and intellect, believing that his most meaningful days are behind him. He is thoughtful, restrained, and unexpectedly tender, with a depth that makes every interaction with him feel deliberate and weighted.

As December progresses, their worlds begin to overlap in small but meaningful ways. Mona gently disrupts Douglas’s rigid routines, encouraging him to step outside his library and engage with the world again, while Douglas sees Mona in a way few people ever have. Their connection grows through shared walks, conversations about joy, grief, purpose, and the quiet intimacy of being truly seen. The tension lies not in whether they want each other, but in whether they are willing to risk reopening doors they believed were firmly shut, especially when time is clearly limited.

What I loved most about this story was Douglas. He is one of those rare heroes who is swoon-worthy not because of dominance or bravado, but because of kindness, self-control, and emotional honesty. The way he listens, the way he speaks, and the way he loves feels deeply intentional. Mona complements him beautifully, not by diminishing herself, but by standing firmly in who she is. Their physical connection mirrors their emotional one, slow, meaningful, and surprisingly powerful. The age gap becomes a non-issue and I literally swooned because Douglas was that hero for me.

That said, this is a quieter romance, and readers looking for high drama or rapid escalation may find the pacing too gentle. The story leans heavily into introspection and emotional nuance, which worked wonderfully for me (perhaps I was in the mood for one), but it may not be for everyone. I would have loved just a little more time with them beyond December, simply because their connection was so lovely to sit with.

Recommended for: readers who enjoy mature romances, introspective storytelling, age-gap relationships done with care, and heroes who lead with intellect and emotional depth than force.

Final Verdict: A tender, thoughtful romance about grief, joy, and the courage it takes to open your heart again. Quietly beautiful and deeply satisfying.

Favorite Quotes

“I disagree. A lot of people might want to be as authentic as you, but they’re too deeply swayed by making the right impression on the world or pursuing a strategy to get what they want or finding the easy way through the harder parts of life to live life as truly as you do. Why do you think you were able to break through all my protective barriers?”
My mind whirls. I can’t believe this is happening. He’s saying so much of what I desperately want to hear, expressing an appreciation of me—the real me—that no one else ever has. “I… I don’t know. I guess I just assumed because I was here and always around.”
He lets out a breathy laugh. “That’s not it at all. You’re right about me at heart. I have been hiding from life. And then suddenly you breezed into my world, all that’s best and most beautiful about life embodied in one warmhearted, intelligent, and spirited woman. How could I not wake up?”

He reaches out to take my hand. “Do you not want to sleep with me?”
“Of course I do. But I wasn’t sure if you… I mean, since we’re not together for real, I thought…”
He shakes his head. “Sweetheart, be serious. People are different. I know they are. But I will always be me. And I can’t imagine ever—ever—wanting to do what we just did with someone and not wanting to wake up with her beside me in the morning.”
I make a helpless, sobbing sound. Far too much emotion coming out in one burst.
Then I let him pull me back into bed beside him.

“Do you often get headaches this bad?”
He shakes his head. “Not anymore. They’re migraines. I used to get them at least a couple of times a month, but for the past several years I only get them occasionally.” His eyes are closed as he talks. It looks like he can barely even open them.
“What set this one off, do you know?”
“The weather change, I think. Shifts in pressure sometimes do it to me. I was hoping to stave it off.”
“Do you have any other medication you can take?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Why the hesitation?”
“Because it makes me fuzzy and out of it for hours.”
“Isn’t that better than being in pain?”
“I guess. I just didn’t want to…”
“To what?” He so seldom trails off in conversation I assume he’s in too much pain to get the words out.
But then he finally goes on. “To lose the day.”
He didn’t want to lose the day.
I place a hand on my aching chest.
It’s December 17. We only have two weeks left.

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Review: A Million Reasons by Noelle Adams

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Eric Vincent
Heroine: Julie Nelson
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: October 21, 2024
Started On: November 21, 2025
Finished On: November 23, 2025

A Million Reasons begins on a quietly devastating note, and that emotional grounding becomes the lens through which the entire story unfolds. Julie Nelson has spent years caring for her aging parents, putting her own ambitions on hold, and when the novel opens she is standing at the edge of loss, exhaustion, and profound uncertainty. Into that fragile space enters an unexpected proposition: three months as a personal assistant to a difficult billionaire recovering from a serious injury, in exchange for a life-changing sum of money.

Julie is a heroine defined by restraint. She is thoughtful, emotionally intelligent, and deeply shaped by responsibility. At thirty-one, she has lost not only both parents but also the life she once imagined for herself. Her calm, stoic demeanor and her quiet competence makes her an easy heroine to root for. Eric Vincent, by contrast, is all sharp edges. A wealthy, brash former athlete with a broken leg and a deep aversion to emotional dependence, he is used to control and isolation. Their dynamic is built on their differences: her steadiness against his volatility, her patience against his entitlement.

As Julie steps into Eric’s world, forced closeness, care giving, and shared silences begin to chip away at both their defenses. Both with unresolved trauma, their connection grows from a place of mutual need than fantasy. Julie slowly finds her footing again, testing the idea that she is allowed to want something for herself after years of sacrificing her dreams. Eric, meanwhile, is confronted with a version of intimacy that does not revolve around control or avoidance, something that unsettles him far more than his injury ever could.

What worked especially well for me was Julie’s character arc. Her growth is deeply human, particularly in how she begins to imagine a future beyond grief and obligation. The emotional weight of caregiving, loss, and starting over is handled with sensitivity, and those elements lend the story a grounded realism. I also appreciated the tenderness woven into smaller moments, as well as the presence of secondary characters who add emotional texture to the story.

That said, I could not help feeling that the story did not fully explore the depth it promised. Both Julie and Eric felt like characters with immense potential who were not pushed quite far enough. Their emotional and physical connection, while believable, never quite reached the intensity it hinted at, and I found myself wishing for at least one moment where the full scope of their chemistry was allowed to unfold without restraint. Given their opposing energies and shared wounds, there was room for a more expansive exploration of desire once Eric was physically healed, and that absence was noticeable.

One of the most affecting aspects of the story for me was Maddy. My heart broke for her in a quiet, lingering way, the kind that stays with you beyond the page. There is something profoundly sad about a child carrying so much so early, yet there is also a measure of grace in knowing that she has a father who can marshal every possible resource to shield her from the worst of it. That contrast between fragility and protection added an unexpected emotional depth to the story, and Maddy’s presence softened Eric in ways nothing else quite managed to.

Recommended for: readers who enjoy caretaker romances, emotionally reserved heroines, wounded heroes, and stories about starting over after loss, especially when romance unfolds quietly rather than explosively.

Final Verdict: A tender, reflective romance with a strong emotional foundation and a compelling heroine, though it stops just short of fully realizing the intensity its premise suggests.

Favorite Quotes

He met her eyes. “I never thought having a kid would be easy, you know. But I never knew it would rip you up like this.” He lifted a hand to cover hers on his cheek and held it for a long moment.
Finally, Julie pulled her hand away. “That’s exactly right,” she said, leaning back against the sofa. “What family does, I mean. It puts you together and then rips you apart. Over and over again.”

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Review: Melt for You by J.T. Geissinger

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Romantic Suspense
POV: First Person, FMC
Series: Slow Burn, #2
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Hero: Cameron Christopher McGregor
Heroine: Joellen Bixby
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: May 15, 2018
Started On: November 09, 2025
Finished On: November 11, 2025

There’s his Wikipedia page, his social media feeds, countless news articles, interviews, and photos. It’s jarring seeing the photos of him in action on the rugby field because he looks nothing like the man I’ve come to know.
He looks feral. Ferocious. Frightening. Like he’s released from a maximum security prison on short-term leave only for his games. There isn’t a single photograph of him smiling.

J.T. Geissinger does it again. Melt for You is one of those rare contemporary romances that slips in quietly, makes you laugh out loud, makes your heart clench, and then when you least expect it, melts you into a puddle of goo. It is smart, tender, outrageously funny, and a masterclass in how to write a transformative slow burn with two characters who simply shine together.

Joellen Bixby has spent most of her thirty-six years blending into the wallpaper, a self-effacing copy editor who lives for routine, her Saturday nights with her cat, and her entirely unrequited ten-year crush on her too-perfect boss, Michael Maddox. Joellen’s upbringing has done a number on her: an ex-model mother, a glamorous sister, and years of subtle and not-so-subtle messaging that she is the odd one out. Her low self-esteem is bone-deep, and Geissinger paints it with painful accuracy, often softened with Joellen’s razor-sharp, hilarious inner monologues.

Enter Cameron McGregor: a tattooed, kilt-wearing Scottish rugby captain whose bad-boy image precedes him. He moves in next door, rocks Joellen’s carefully ordered world on day one, and never once apologizes for it. Cocky, provocative, physically unstoppable and yet so unexpectedly gentle, Cam sees Joellen in ways she has never been seen before. And even though the book is told entirely from Joellen’s point of view, it becomes obvious early on that Cam is a goner. His pursuit is not filled with grand gestures or declarations, but consistency, care, and a kind of stubborn devotion disguised as irritation.

As their friendship grows, so does the tension; beautifully paced, painfully slow, positively electric. Cam becomes Joellen’s personal trainer not to chisel her into someone else’s ideal, but to make her strong, healthy, and confident. Every interaction between them (even the bickering) is charged, layered, and purposeful. The “practice kissing” scenes are some of the sexiest, sweetest writing Geissinger has ever done, and when the story finally tips into full-blown intimacy, it is both tender and scorching, delivered with surprising softness for the notorious playboy Scot.

I loved Joellen’s relatability; her insecurities, her humor, her resilience. And Cam? He is the book boyfriend those of us who have had body image issues never knew we needed. His backstory adds emotional heft to why he champions Joellen so fiercely, and why her self-loathing wounds him in ways she does not understand. If anything, I only wished we had had even a little of his POV, because his quiet unraveling in the background is half the magic.

This is a story about seeing and being seen, about shedding years of internalized criticism, and about a love that was never about transforming Joellen into someone else, but about helping her become the version of herself she never believed she could be.

Recommended for: Readers who love slow burns, sunshine-meets-storm-cloud dynamics, body-positive arcs, grumpy-but-smitten heroes, laugh-out-loud banter, and kisses written like poetry.

Final Verdict: A tender, funny, deeply satisfying slow burn with a Scottish hero who redefines swoon. A heartfelt knockout.

Favorite Quotes

“Keep up!” Cam barks over his shoulder at me as I lag behind him on the sidewalk, breath steaming white from my nose and open mouth, sweat pouring into my eyes, my will to live quickly being extinguished.
“Must. Stop. Death. Imminent.” My wheezing and staggering frightens a flock of pigeons into screeching flight from their perch on the back of a bus bench.
Cam turns around and trots back to me. He hasn’t even broken a sweat, the heartless bastard. “Joellen,” he begins patiently. “We’re two blocks from the apartment.”

“Is it . . . okay?”
He swallows. His blink seems to last an unnaturally long time. He clears his throat and offers a curt, “Yup.”
“Yup? That’s it?” I look down at myself, regretting the heels. Maybe I look slutty. Maybe there’s too much boob showing. Oh God, maybe I was wrong about the color—
“Joellen.”
Cam’s sharp tone yanks me out of my head and back into reality. “Huh?” I stare at him, wringing my hands.
Slowly and softly, holding my gaze as he enunciates every word, he says, “You. Look. Sexy. As. Fuck.”

“Promise me something,” he whispers into my hair.
“What?”
“No matter what happens with Michael, we’ll still be friends.”
“I thought you didn’t want to be friends.”
His sigh is a big gust of air. “God, you’re an idiot.”

“You were in therapy? For years?”
“I worked on my head as hard as I worked on my body. Can’t say the effect was as successful, but yeah. Therapy. Seein’ how badly my mum was mind fucked by life, I’ve always been into self-improvement. I also read a lot. Everything, really, biographies to history to politics. I didn’t go to college—gettin’ through secondary school with a learnin’ disability was tough enough—but I do love to read.”
He’s all that he is, and he loves books. Why, universe? Why give me this with someone who has a life on the other side of the world? I snuggle closer to him, breathing in his wonderful, warm scent, swallowing around the lump in my throat. “You don’t seem particularly angry to me, prancer.”
He chuckles and nuzzles his nose into my hair. “Beauty tames the savage beast, I suppose.”

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Review: A Rich Man’s Whim by Lynne Graham

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: A Bride for a Billionaire, #1
Publisher: Harlequin
Hero: Mikhail Kusnirovich
Heroine: Kat Marshall
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: April 23, 2013
Started On: October 17, 2025
Finished On: October 20, 2025

Lynne Graham’s A Rich Man’s Whim delivers exactly the sort of emotional indulgence I crave from her older titles; an intense, wounded hero; a selfless, quietly strong heroine; and a romance built on simmering attraction, buried fears, and the slow, reluctant surrender to love.

Kat Marshall has spent most of her adult life putting herself last. With a mother who never cared enough to stay sober or faithful, Kat stepped into the role of parent for her younger half-siblings, shelving her own dreams in the process. When financial disaster strikes and she has nowhere left to turn, the last thing she expects is the arrival of Mikhail Kusnirovich, a billionaire with an icy exterior, an unexpected interest in her, and a ruthless offer she has every reason to refuse… but cannot.

Mikhail, for all his wealth and polish, is shaped by a bleak childhood. He grew up watching his father’s paranoid cruelty and his mother’s tragic, fearful devotion, an imprint that convinced him love is a trap, vulnerability a danger, and emotional attachment something to be avoided at all costs.

But from the moment he meets Kat, nothing is quite so straightforward anymore. She is older, wiser, and infinitely more grounded than the women he is used to. Her innocence isn’t naïveté; it is the stubborn resilience of someone who has survived responsibility and heartbreak without bitterness. And when she refuses to be seduced or bought, Mikhail’s fascination becomes something far more dangerous to his rigid control.

His offer? One month on his yacht to clear her debts, and a physical relationship which he believes will “fix” his inconvenient desire sets the stage for a dynamic charged with tension. Kat is understandably wary, but once she makes her decision, she does so with emotional honesty that becomes the backbone of the story.

Mikhail, meanwhile, tries desperately to compartmentalize his growing attachment, terrified of becoming he fears the most — vulnerable. The push and pull between them is deliciously Graham: passion edged with fear, tenderness buried under pride, with two people who want each other more than they dare admit.

What I loved most is how vividly their inner wounds mirror each other. Kat’s abandonment issues and Mikhail’s terror of emotional dependence collide in a way that was deeply satisfying. Their chemistry is hot; Mikhail is undeniably sexy, intense, and commanding, but what gives the story its weight is how both characters slowly strip down the emotional armor they have worn for years. Kat’s quiet courage, particularly her willingness to embrace joy when it finally comes her way, makes her a heroine easy to root for. I also loved that there were no unnecessary theatrics from her end; once she accepted her feelings, she moved with grace rather than needless drama.

The ending is heartfelt and rewarding, especially given how terrified Mikhail was to fully love someone. Watching him choose vulnerability, despite every instinct warning him away, makes their happily-ever-after feel that much more precious and coveted.

Recommended for: fans of wounded heroes, older heroines, forced-proximity, emotional scars, and intense, and sensual chemistry that softens into love.

Final Verdict: A sensual, emotionally layered romance with a wounded hero worth melting for and a heroine whose quiet strength anchors the entire story.

Favorite Quotes

‘When I say no, Mr Whoever-you-are, I mean it and the answer hasn’t changed—’
‘You’re a very strange woman,’ Mikhail gritted, outraged by her and yet curiously drawn by the challenge of her defiance.
‘Because I’m not saying what you want to hear? Well, do I have news for you?’ Kat told him angrily. ‘I’m not the Sleeping Beauty and you’re not my prince, so the kiss was a waste of effort!’

‘Look at me,’ Mikhail ground out between clenched teeth.
Against her will, affected more by that tone of command than she expected to be, Kat glanced up. Soft pink flushed her delicate cheekbones while a pulse beat out her nervous tension like a storm warning just above her collarbone. Involuntarily captivated by the brilliance of her green eyes against her pale perfect skin, Mikhail studied her with a frown. He watched the tip of her tongue slide out to moisten her lower lip and he went hard as a rock just imagining even the tip of that tongue on his body. Expelling his breath harshly, he turned his handsome head away.
‘I’ll be in touch,’ he said again in a tone of decided challenge.

‘You’re so stubborn,’ Mikhail growled in complaint against her lush mouth.
‘You’re even worse,’ Kat complained, idle fingers brushing through his luxuriant black hair while her languorous gaze admired the exotic slash of his cheekbones, the arrogant jut of his nose and the strength of his jaw line. ‘But luckily for you, you’re also incredibly sexy…’
Mikhail tilted his imperious dark head back and laughed out loud. ‘Am I?’
Barely able to credit that she could already be so relaxed in his company that she could tease him, Kat grinned. ‘I think so…but shouldn’t we be joining your guests for a farewell breakfast?’
‘Stop being so sensible,’ Mikhail urged with a frown.
‘I’m always sensible,’ Kat told him ruefully.
‘If you were that sensible you would have avoided me like the plague,’ Mikhail asserted with conviction.

In the office on the upper deck, Mikhail opened his laptop. Kat would sleep in her own bed tonight. He could get along without her for one night. He had never been dependent on a woman in his life and she was no different. Well, she was different in one aspect: he wasn’t tired of her yet, hadn’t yet had enough of that slender, soft-skinned body of hers that melted into his as if she had been created to be his perfect fit. Sex was amazing with her, everything he had ever wanted, everything he had never dreamt he might find with one woman. The pulse at his groin stirred, the stubborn flesh swelling and hardening behind his zip even at the thought of her. Three weeks and she was still turning him on hard and fast. He didn’t like it—he resented her power over him, loathed it when she tried to plunge him into the kind of meaningful dialogue he never had with women. In a sudden movement he snapped the laptop shut again and rose lithely upright, six feet five inches of powerfully frustrated and aggressive male.

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Review: An Insatiable Passion by Lynne Graham

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, FMC
Series: Convenient Marriages, #2
Publisher: Harlequin
Hero: Jake Tarrant
Heroine: Kitty Colgan
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: September 14, 1990
Started On: October 14, 2025
Finished On: October 17, 2025

Lynne Graham’s An Insatiable Passion is a delicious throwback to everything I miss in classic category romance; raw yearning, combustible chemistry, and the sort of angst that coils tight in your chest and refuses to let go.

Kitty Colgan returns home after years away, now an internationally renowned actress with poise and polish. But all of that cultivated serenity crumbles the moment she comes face-to-face with Jake Tarrant, the man who once broke her heart and altered the entire course of her life. Their shared childhood was marked by sharp class differences and even sharper emotional wounds. Kitty, the unwanted child raised by cold grandparents, and Jake, the privileged boy who saw something precious in her long before she saw anything in herself.

Eight years earlier, one reckless night changed them forever. Kitty suffered through the aftermath alone; pregnancy, miscarriage and abandonment, while Jake ran headlong into marriage with another. When Kitty returns at twenty-five, elegant but hollowed by past pain, and Jake at thirty-three, now a single father, the spark between them reignites with the force of a wildfire. Every interaction, no matter how barbed, carries an undercurrent of longing neither of them can disguise.

The heart of the story lies in their entangled histories and the devastating misunderstandings that shaped their early choices. Jake had never stopped wanting Kitty, but the circumstances of their past and what he believed then made him flee when he should have fought. Kitty, meanwhile, has never been loved in the way she yearned for, and Jake’s betrayal carved deep wounds that time could not heal. Their reunion is therefore explosive in the truest sense: two damaged souls circling each other with equal parts desire, bitterness, vulnerability, and bone-deep familiarity.

What makes this novel shine is the sheer visceral intensity between Kitty and Jake. Their chemistry is elemental; magnetic, primal, and impossible to temper. Jake, in particular, is the kind of hero I miss in contemporary romance: confident, masculine, commanding in the way that makes your ovaries break out the pom-poms, and vulnerable only when it comes to one woman.

Kitty is Jake’s Achilles heel, and Graham writes that dynamic with addictive tension. Kitty too is a heroine molded by hardship, sweet, feminine, and painfully susceptible to Jake, but also stronger and more self-aware than the girl she once was. Their passion feels both inevitable and combustible, and Graham handles their emotional unravelling with sharp insight and heavy emotion.

I loved the revelations that come late in the story, particularly the truth about Jake’s mother and the tangled mess of lies, shame, and misplaced guilt that sabotaged their young love. The cycle they were trapped in becomes clearer and more heartbreaking, making their second chance feel both that much more precious and deeply satisfying. And the ending… pure perfection. Seeing Jake and Kitty unable to keep their hands off each other with a baby in their arms and another on the way encapsulates everything this book does best: love that burns hot, heals deep, and endures. Tina, Jake’s daughter, adds just the right amount of softness to balance the intensity. The only thing that could have made this book better? More insight into the Tina-Kitty dynamic. I would have adored some more of that.

Recommended for: readers who love old-school intensity, combustible chemistry, tortured pasts, childhood-to-adult second chances, and heroes who burn for their heroines with single-minded devotion.

Final Verdict: A gorgeously angst-ridden, sensual, and emotionally charged second-chance romance; An Insatiable Passion delivers everything the title promises in spades.

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