Category / Enemies to Lovers

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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: Wrong Wedding by Noelle Adams

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, FMC
Series: Convenient Marriages, #4
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Lincoln Wilson
Heroine: Summer Cray
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 22, 2020
Started On: November 16, 2025
Finished On: November 20, 2025

Wrong Wedding is one of those quietly satisfying marriage-of-convenience romances that sneaks up on you. The premise is classic Noelle Adams; practical decisions, emotional restraint, and feelings that refuse to stay neatly contained. The execution is what makes this one stand out within the Convenient Marriages series.

A plan meant to save a family business goes sideways, and Summer Cray finds herself married not to her best friend as originally planned, but to his older brother who is far from her favorite person. From the very start, there is a sense that this “wrong” wedding might actually be the right one all along.

Summer is a heroine shaped through responsibility and loss. Orphaned, practical, and carrying the weight of an inheritance, she has always done what is expected of her, even when her heart has been quietly yearning elsewhere. Her long-standing feelings for her friend Carter feels safe and familiar, which makes her sudden marriage to Lincoln Wilson all the more jarring. Lincoln, on the other hand, is very much the family’s black sheep, brooding, guilt-ridden, and convinced he does not deserve the things he wants the most. There is a softness beneath his rough edges that becomes increasingly hard to ignore as the story progresses.

What makes their dynamic compelling is how understated it is. This is not a loud, dramatic romance, but one built on proximity, small gestures, and emotional honesty that unfolds gradually. Lincoln has clearly been carrying his feelings for Summer for far longer than she realizes, but his loyalty to his brother and his own lack of self-worth keeps him holding back. Summer, interestingly, is the braver of the two when it comes to emotional risk, and that reversal works beautifully for their story. And I feel that Summer taking on that initiative balanced this story out really well.

I really enjoyed how their relationship develops once Summer begins to see Lincoln clearly, rather than as an inconvenient substitute. Lincoln clearly shows how dependable he is when everything seemingly falls apart, and that builds the foundation of the relationship that forges to life between the two.

There is tenderness here, and genuine affection, along with moments of quiet heat that gives the reader tingles of the good kind. That said, I felt like that the story spends a bit too much time circling Carter’s arc. While it provides context, it occasionally pulls focus away from the main couple at moments when the emotional tension between Summer and Lincoln deserved more space to breathe. And I am here for the main dish and not the side dishes that detracts attention from the main.

Overall, Wrong Wedding was a great read, with Summer being especially easy to root for, and Lincoln’s journey from self-denial to self-acceptance adding depth to what could have been a straightforward trope romance. The epilogue is sweet and satisfying, offering just the right note of closure.

Recommended for: Readers who enjoy marriage-of-convenience romances, quiet pining heroes, emotionally brave heroines, and stories where the “wrong” choice turns out to be exactly right.

Final Verdict: A gentle, emotionally rewarding romance where love grows in the margins of obligation and proves that sometimes the wrong wedding leads to the right forever.

Favorite Quotes

“Why do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Say things that you know will annoy me.”
“Why does it annoy you that I say you’re pretty?”
The question surprised her so much she answered it honestly. “Because you don’t mean it. You’re just saying it to rile me up.”
His eyebrows shot upward. “I do too mean it. How can you think I don’t?”
“Because I’m not… I’m not… I mean, I’m not bad to look at, but I’m not…”
The teasing in his eyes faded as he said, “I’ve never known anyone prettier than you. That’s the truth. I’ve always thought so. You shouldn’t be surprised that I’d say it.”

“Maybe what?”
He drew back his hand and looked away from her. “I don’t know. Just a random thought. I hope it’s not right. Surely it’s not…” His features twisted very briefly.
It scared her. “Lincoln? What is it? Tell me.”
“It’s nothing. I don’t think it’s right. He’s never… never once…”
She reached out to grab any part of him she could reach. It happened to be his upper arm. Her fingers wrapped around the firm contour of his bicep. “He’s never what? If you know, you have to tell me.”
“I don’t know. I promise. Just random thoughts that are probably figments of my angst-ridden imagination. I really think it’s just a lifetime of holding himself to impossible standards. No one can live up to it. So he’s finally just fallen off the deep end. He’ll be okay. We’ll bring him home. He’s going to be all right, Summer. I promise.”
She nodded, feeling better when he met her eyes again.
“We’ll find him tomorrow. And we won’t go home until he’s coming with us.”
She slid her hand up his neck until she was touching his bristly jaw. She loved the texture of it beneath her fingertips. “Thank you, Lincoln.”
His body tightened. “You’re welcome.”

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Review: Land of the Beautiful Dead by R. Lee Smith

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Fantasy Romance
POV: Third Person, Single
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Azrael the Eternal
Heroine: Lanachee
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: October 29, 2015
Started On: November 23, 2024
Finished On: December 09, 2024

I am almost afraid to even attempt putting into words what this book made me feel, because Land of the Beautiful Dead is exactly what I mean when I say I want a villainous hero, one who is ruthless, irredeemable, and yet someone you fall for hopelessly and helplessly. The amazing thing about this 500+ paged novel is that you dive in and lose yourself in the story. No two ways about it.

R. Lee Smith is the kind of writer who makes you feel at home from the very first page; there is no easing in, no slow build to trust; her prose simply takes you in, surrounds you, and refuses to let go. She writes with such richness and evocative beauty that you find yourself in this delicious tug-of-war, wishing you could devour the story faster while desperately wanting to linger and savor every line.

This is perhaps one of the longest books I have ever read, and yet not a single page felt wasted. Most romances fit neatly into a certain length, or are broken into installments, but Smith dares to go where few would; into the depths of truly dark romance, giving readers something substantial, immersive, and unapologetically intense to sink their teeth into. Perhaps I am only now dipping my toes into the romantasy genre so many rave about, but no author has ever tempted me into it quite like this one.

Land of the Beautiful Dead is an epic, hauntingly beautiful romance that defies genre boundaries and lingers in the mind long after the last page. Set in a post-apocalyptic world reduced to ruins under the rule of Azrael the Eternal, the story blends dark fantasy, dystopia, and romance into a narrative that is as unsettling as it is breathtaking. The world outside the walled city of Haven is plagued by the Eaters, undead creatures that devour human life, and while humans eke out a brutal existence, Azrael and his favored Children reign supreme behind the city walls.

Lanachee, or Lan, has only known this harsh existence, but she refuses to surrender to despair. Driven by the belief that the Eaters must be destroyed if humanity is to survive, she undertakes a journey straight into the heart of enemy territory, i.e., Azrael’s stronghold. Expecting death, she instead finds herself offered a bargain; convince the most feared being on earth to end the Eaters, and in the meantime submit herself to his chilling embrace. This is no light courtship; Lan is insignificant in the face of his power, a human among an immortal race that despises her kind. Yet her brashness, stubbornness, and refusal to bow to him catches Azrael off guard.

Azrael is embodies the very essence of a villainous hero; ruthless, irredeemable, and yet impossible not to love. Lonely despite being surrounded by his own kind, he has lived for centuries in a cycle of mistrust, violence, and cold survival. His Children are malicious and vindictive, but the deeper the reader ventures into their psyche, the more the reasons behind their cruelty come into focus.

With Azrael himself, Smith crafts a figure as magnetic as he is monstrous, a man who hires a tutor to refine Lan’s manners, who is undone by the simple fact that she kisses him without revulsion, who cannot decide whether to let her go or chain her to his side for eternity. His obsession with her wars constantly with the demons that have shaped him into what he is.

The dynamic between them is fraught with power imbalance. Lan is uncultured, brash, and at times infuriatingly shortsighted, yet she becomes the one person capable of offering Azrael comfort, even when she does not understand why she is compelled to do so. He likes her rebellious nature, her refusal to simply submit.

Their kisses alone tell a story of need and vulnerability, and as the narrative unfolds, they become each other’s solace in a way neither could have foreseen. There are moments when Lan frustrated me deeply, and yet she is exactly what this lonely, scarred man, reviled by all, needs.

This is not a romance of grand gestures alone; it is a slow, grinding evolution of two souls learning to navigate each other’s darkness. Azrael’s centuries of regrets over what he has done to protect his undead, Lan’s unwavering yet flawed mission to destroy the Eaters, and the impossible choice between their loyalties form the core of the tension.

Told entirely from Lan’s perspective, the depth of Azrael’s emotions must be pieced together from her observations, which makes his moments of vulnerability all the more shattering. The sheer scope of the novel allows this relationship to breathe and evolve, and a shorter work could never have done justice to its complexity.

By the time the ending comes, it feels not just fitting, but inevitable. Azrael, the scarred and feared monster no woman would touch, finds in Lan a passionate, protective love that is unconditional. And Lan, in turn, finds her place beside him, not as a pet or pawn, but as his equal in a way no one else could be.

This book deserves all the stars in the world!

Recommended for: readers who crave truly dark, villainous heroes; sprawling, immersive world-building; and romances that challenge the very concept of love and morality.

Final Verdict: A masterwork of dark romantic fantasy; unflinching, immersive, and unforgettable; Land of the Beautiful Dead is easily one of the best romances I have ever read.

Favorite Quotes

“Humans are such a contradiction in their very essence that I find I can neither wholly hate nor envy them, even after all these years and all the cause I have been given. Your capacity for destruction, terrible as it is, is as evenly matched by your ability to create and to imagine. I could never have built such a hall.” – Azrael

“How many have you got?”
He looked at her in some surprise. “Swans?”
“Dollygirls, I meant.”
“Presently?’
Lan braced herself. “Yeah.”
“Twelve, apart from you.”
She supposed she should feel relieved it wasn’t more. She didn’t. But he was watching and even if she didn’t know what she was feeling, she was somehow sure he did. To hide it, whatever ‘it’ was, she tossed off a shrug and said, “Unlucky number, thirteen.”
“Mm. There’s also Chloe, although we’ve not entered a true contract yet.”
Yet. Dicky word, that. Yet.
“Why not?”
His smile twisted inward and became bitter. “Were I you, I would say you’d ruined me.”
“Me?”
“You. The mark by which I have come to measure the living.” He glanced at her. His eyes lingered, dimming, before they turned away. “And find them wanting.”

“I can’t help but feel you’re trying to get rid of me,” she said, trying to pretend she was joking.
“No.” His eyes flickered. “No, Lan. I’m trying to keep you.”

Sometimes, Azrael would be there already when she returned to the just-a-house, but more often, she went to sleep alone in the overlarge bed that was hers for so long as she was here and he woke her as he slipped beneath the covers and took her silently into his chill embrace.
He always tensed when she kissed him, but allowed it, even on those nights he did nothing but let it happen. He was more comfortable with sex than kisses. So was she, if the truth be known, but the kissing came naturally when she was with him. The fucking was almost an afterthought for her, the full stop at the end of a long and complicated sentence, but for him, it was everything—reward and punishment both.

He lifted her like it was easy, lay her down like it was natural and right. He hid nothing from her—not the chill of his flesh or the points of his claws, not ten thousand years and more of memories, or even the ghost of the girl she knew was still standing somewhere in his mind with her shirt open and her small body ready to be bought. He gave her all he was and she embraced him gladly and brought him home.
It was too naked to be fucking, too desperate to be lovemaking. Sex was supposed to be something someone did to someone else, but whatever this was, they did it together. He hurt and she hurt with him. She was lost and he was with her in the dark. It was terrible and beautiful, shining with pleasure and clouded with pain, and that was how she came, torn open and full of light.

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Review: The Sexiest Man Alive by Sandra Marton

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novella
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: The Romanos, #1
Publisher: Mills and Boon
Hero: Matthew Romano
Heroine: Susannah Madison Capital
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 01, 1998
Started On: July 10, 2024
Finished On: July 13, 2024

Sometimes you stumble across a romance that makes you grin, sigh, and want to hug the book to your chest when you are done, and The Sexiest Man Alive by Sandra Marton was exactly that for me. I picked it up while hunting for something that would give me the same buzz as The Bedroom Business (another Marton favorite that I have reread countless times), and it delivered in spades. I have to appreciate Amazon for doing such a swell job in recommending this title to me. Equal parts sexy, hilarious, and heart-tugging, this one had me smiling from the first chapter to the very last page.

The premise itself is fun and lighthearted. Susannah Madison, editor at Chic magazine, finds herself at odds with Matthew Romano, a ruthless and commanding businessman who wants to shut down her publication. Susannah, clever and determined, comes up with a scheme to save the magazine: a feature on the “sexiest man alive” for Valentine’s Day. What she doesn’t anticipate is Matthew’s decision to supervise her search, or the way sparks fly between them from the very beginning. Their encounters are deliciously combative, full of sharp banter and sizzling chemistry that neither of them can deny.

Matthew Romano is exactly the sort of hero I love; sexy, commanding, sensitive, and yes, stupid when it comes to matters of the heart. He is a man who has been steadfastly holding on to his bachelorhood, only to find himself helplessly drawn to a woman he once thought of as an adversary.

That push-and-pull is what makes him so compelling; for all his ruthlessness in the boardroom, he loses his cool spectacularly whenever Susannah is near. He pushes her buttons, makes her drop her armor, and forces her to embrace her femininity in ways that both terrify and exhilarate her. He makes her feel, and that is where the power of his character lies.

Susannah, for her part, is just as delightful. Strong-willed, independent, and determined to fight for what she believes in, she matches Matthew every step of the way. From the moment she literally falls into his arms and they kiss each other senseless, to their many fiery clashes where neither one will back down, she proves herself to be every bit his equal. The way she unsettles him, challenges him, and ultimately steals his heart is exactly why this romance works so beautifully.

This book was undoubtedly delicious. What really makes the novel stand out is the hilarity woven into the fabric of their story. The way both Susannah and Matthew tries to deny the elephant in the room, the combustible attraction simmering between them, leads to some truly laugh-out-loud moments that balance the sensuality perfectly.

The sexual tension between Matthew and Susannah is off the charts. Every encounter, whether it is an argument, a negotiation, or an accidental brush of hands, is charged with longing and fire. Their kisses are fiery, their stolen moments laden with passion, and the eventual culmination is everything you would want from an enemies-to-lovers romance, and the eroticism much better than any explicit erotic romance. Add to that a touch of angst, the kind that makes your chest ache in the best possible way, and you have a romance that checks every single box. This is old-school category romance at its best, reminding me of why these classic Mills & Boon romances still stand the test of time.

Recommended for: readers who love old-school Mills & Boon with a perfect blend of wit, humor, fiery sexual tension, and heartfelt emotion. If you enjoyed The Bedroom Business, this one should definitely be next on your list.

Final Verdict: A marvelous story that made my heart happy, with a hero who is sexy, and commanding, and and story that is hilarious and romantic in all the ways that matter. This is one I will be revisiting again and again.

Favorite Quotes

“Mr. Romano.” She licked her lips. “I may have been a little out of line, but—”
“A little?” He closed the distance remaining between them and looked coldly at her as her shoulders hit the wall. “Fascinating, Miss Clinton, how cautious your use of the language has suddenly become. For a woman given to such interesting hyperbole, I mean.” His eyes, dark and deep, fastened on hers. “Once again, I’m asking you to tell me what you mean by that word.”
Susannah swallowed hard. He was close. Too close. She could smell the faint scent of soap on his skin, see the shadow of stubble on his jaw and chin. His lashes were dark and thick. His nose was perfectly straight except for a barely perceptible tilt midway down its length.
He looked cold and hard and angry.
And studly.
He was studly, indeed, she thought dizzily. Her heart did what felt like a somersault in her chest. If you liked the type.
She didn’t.

“Suze?” Claire’s voice was shrill. “Suze, are you okay?”
Matthew dragged one of Susannah’s arms from around his neck.
“She’s fine,” he called.
Susannah glared at him. “I’m not—”
He clamped a hand over her mouth
“You want them to see this mess?” he hissed, his mouth at her ear. “Do you have an explanation that’s going to keep everybody out there from figuring we just slugged it out?”
Susannah threw a wild look around the room. Papers were strewn across the floor. The heavy conference table stood at an angle to the wall. The lamp had shattered, and the telephone was emitting a pathetic bleep. And on top of all that, here she was, sitting cozily in Matthew Romano’s lap.

“Susannah,” he said fiercely.
She looked at him. His eyes were hot and dark with desire.
A shudder raced through her. She knew that what was going to happen between them would change her life forever, would make any other lover impossible.
“Yes,” she said, raising her arms to him, “yes. yes…”
The door swung open, hitting the wall like a clap of thunder rolling over the canyons of the city. “Oh, my God! Susannah!”
Susannah almost fell off the table.
She sat up. Matthew stepped back. Both of them stared at the open door, where Claire and Eddie and Judy and, Susannah thought desperately, what looked like a million other CHIC staffers stood crowded together in stunned silence. It was like staring into a sea of disbelief. Mouths hung open. Eyes grew round as saucers. Heads swiveled, as if this were a tennis match, while everyone looked from Susannah to Matthew, from Matthew to Susannah…

Matthew’s gaze flew over her again, taking in all the details. A black suit had replaced the Beethoven sweatshirt and the baggy jeans. The suit was demure, even severe, but it couldn’t disguise the curves beneath.
Black shoes had replaced the sneakers. Not just any black shoes. Matthew swallowed hard. The heels were high. Not outrageously high. They were surely some Fifth Avenue shop’s idea of dress-for-success shoes to match the dress-for-success suit, but high enough to show off the trimness of Susannah’s ankles and the luscious length of her legs. And they were cut low enough in the front so he could see…what did you call those little lines between a woman’s toes? Cleavage?
He wanted to laugh—the word, the very concept, seemed so outrageous—but how could he laugh when he was busy concentrating on keeping his jaw from dropping again?

What kind of a man kissed a woman he didn’t like with such passion?
A better question was, what kind of woman kissed him back? And she was kissing him. There was no point in pretending otherwise.
Matthew was feasting on her mouth, and she was on fire for him, for his kisses and his touch.
Some still logical part of her fought for sanity.
“No.” she said, against his mouth, “Matthew, we can’t…”
He tunneled his fingers into her hair, tilted her face to his.
“Just kiss me,” he said thickly, “kiss me and stop thinking.”

“Well,” he said.
“Well,” she said.
“Good night, Susannah.”
“Good night, Matthew.”
He turned. She put her hand on the doorknob. He stepped into the hall. She began to shut the door…
“The hell with this,” he growled, and swung toward her. “Dammit, Susannah,” he said, and before his heart could take another beat, she was in his arms.
He lifted her, and she wound her arms around his neck as his hand tunneled into her hair. He kicked the door shut and kissed her without preliminaries, without gentleness. Why would there be wooing when they both knew that this moment had been inevitable?

“No more games, Susannah.”
“No,” she whispered, stroking the tip of her tongue against his, reveling in the heavy beat of his heart against hers. “No more games, Matthew.”
He tasted of danger and of darkness. Of the heady wildness of desire.
She tasted of hunger and of need. Of the sweetness of passion.
“I want—I want—”
“Everything,” he whispered, and kissed her again.

“I’ll come by at seven. We can have drinks first.”
“Matthew, I don’t—”
“Yes. You do.” His eyes turned dark and smoky. “Shall I prove it to you the way I did this morning?”
Color flooded her face.
“Why?” she whispered.
He laughed, a low, sexy laugh that made her blood sizzle.
“I mean,” she said quickly, “why me? I’m not your type.”
“No,” he said. He ran his finger along the back of her hand. Goose bumps rose on her skin. “You’re not.” He smiled again, right into her eyes. “You’re not blond. You’re not dumb—although many of the ladies I’ve dated would be very upset to hear you use that word in conjunction with them, Susie.” His smile tilted. “I remember Miss North Carolina… She said she wanted to become a physicist.”
“Matthew, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” His smile faded. “You’re right. You’re not my type. You’re stubborn and hotheaded. You have a nasty temper and you like things your own way.”
“You’re a fine one to talk,” she said huffily.
“And I’d bet I’m not your type either, Madison. I don’t think you like being with a man who reminds you that you’re a woman.”
“Your ego is unbearable, Romano.”
“I’m just being honest.” His eyes grew hot. “Tell me if Sam or Peter ever made you feel the way I make you feel.”
Sam. And Peter. Oh, God…
“I can see the answer in your eyes, Susie.” Matthew smiled. “Seven o’clock. Don’t keep me waiting I like my women to be prompt.”
“I am not your—”
He bent his head and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Then he sauntered away.

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Review: Endurance by Amy Daws

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: First Person, Dual
Series: Harris Brothers, #2
Publisher: Amy Daws, LLC
Hero: Tanner Harris
Heroine: Belle Ryan
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: March 12, 2017
Started On: June 16, 2024
Finished On: June 22, 2024

Amy Daws’ Endurance is a riotous, cheeky, and surprisingly heartfelt sports romance that delivers passion, sass, and two characters who test each other’s patience, limits, and hearts. This second entry in the Harris Brothers series takes on the classic enemies-to-lovers trope with a footballer who cannot seem to stay out of the tabloids and a sharp, no-nonsense surgeon whose tolerance for his antics is nonexistent. Throw in a fake relationship and all the complications that come with it, and the stage is set for plenty of sparks.

Tanner Harris, the so-called wild Harris twin, is every inch the cheeky, bearded bad boy that readers of the series expect him to be. With his tattoos, devil-may-care attitude, and scandalous reputation, he is both magnetic and infuriating. Belle Ryan, on the other hand, is all discipline and ambition, a surgical fellow who has fought tooth and nail to get to where she is. Belle is the kind of heroine who has no time for games, least of all from Tanner, and their early dynamic is full of snark and sparring that makes their eventual collision feel inevitable.

What makes their story particularly fun is how they end up in each other’s orbit again after a disastrous first encounter. Forced into a fake dating setup for the sake of appearances, Tanner and Belle have no choice but to tolerate one another. But as jealousy flares and real attraction edges past their pretenses, the carefully drawn lines between them blur into something far messier and hotter. Their chemistry jumps off the pages, with Belle’s cool restraint a sharp counterpoint to Tanner’s impulsive fire.

I loved how Tanner’s humor and larger-than-life personality kept the story light even when emotions deepened, while Belle’s intelligence and steel gave their relationship grounding. Their banter is one of the highlights of the book, with every interaction teetering on the edge of an argument or a kiss. That said, the buildup sometimes outpaced the delivery, and while the sex scenes eventually delivered, I expected a bit more heat earlier on given the intensity of their dynamic.

Overall, Endurance is an entertaining, laugh-out-loud, and surprisingly tender romance. It is a great example of Ms. Daws can balance hilarity with emotional depth, particularly in a sub-genre I do not normally pick up; sports romance. And yet, the combination of a roguish footballer and a determined heroine worked beautifully here, making it hard not to root for them even when they drove each other crazy.

Recommended for: fans of sports romance, enemies-to-lovers banter, bearded bad boy heroes, and heroines who refuse to be bowled over.

Final Verdict: A laugh-out-loud enemies-to-lovers romance with a bearded bad boy footballer and a sharp-tongued doctor who prove that endurance is as much about the heart as the game.

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Review: Virgin on Her Wedding Night by Lynne Graham

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Harlequin Presents
Hero: Valente Lorenzatto
Heroine: Caroline Hales
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 01, 2010
Started On: May 21, 2024
Finished On: May 21, 2024

Lynne Graham has always been a master at weaving revenge, passion, and redemption into a seamless whole, and Virgin on Her Wedding Night is no exception. This is a story that starts with bitterness, as Valente Lorenzatto seeks to even the score for the humiliation of being abandoned at the altar years ago.

He has built himself up from a youth of poverty and illegitimacy into a man of staggering wealth and power, determined to use every ounce of it to exact revenge. What he does not anticipate is how the woman who once broke him still holds the power to undo him completely.

Caroline Hales as a heroine surprised me. On the surface, she seems meek, almost too pliant, the kind of woman who shoulders guilt that is not hers to bear. But underneath all that is someone marked by an upbringing that taught her little of love or independence.

An adopted daughter raised in privilege, Caroline’s moments of rebellion were few, and the greatest of them had been falling for Valente years earlier. The irony, of course, is that the very act that destroyed their love, her jilting him at the altar—was not the selfish betrayal it appeared to be, but the consequence of circumstances that had spiraled beyond her control.

Valente, on the other hand, is all steel and fire. There’s a ruthlessness in the way he pursues revenge, but also a deep vulnerability that makes him more than a mere avenger. Underneath his arrogance lies the man who once loved Caroline with all the single-mindedness of youth, and though he tells himself he no longer feels that way, his actions betray him. His pursuit of Caroline is as much about rekindling what they lost as it is about punishing her, even if he cannot admit it to himself.

The tension between them is deliciously high, and the seduction is classic Graham—slow, heady, and filled with that irresistible push-pull dynamic. What really works here is the way the past shadows their every interaction, forcing both Caroline and Valente to re-examine what really happened, and whether love still has a place between them. If Caroline at times frustrates with her martyrdom, Valente’s determination and the sheer force of their chemistry more than make up for it. And when he finally lowers his defenses, the fireworks are worth it.

What I loved most was the blend of passion and tenderness that defined their journey. Valente’s seduction of Caroline is written with such care that you feel the shift from vengeance to love in every encounter. What I found weaker was Caroline’s tendency to play the victim—her lack of backbone in some moments grated, even when her circumstances explained much of it. Still, watching her grow, and seeing Valente gradually surrender to his feelings, carried the story beautifully to its end.

Recommended for: readers who love revenge-to-redemption arcs, heroes who burn with intensity beneath their polished armor, and heroines of quite indomitable strength.

Final Verdict: Passionate and intense, Valente and Caroline’s story is classic Lynne Graham—scorching seduction wrapped around a second chance at love.

Favorite Quotes

‘I used to dream of having you dressed up in the most expensive lingerie,’ he confided with dark amusement as he released the fastener on her bra. ‘But now I’ve got you in it, I just want to rip it off you again.’

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Review: Just Imagine by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Historical Romance
POV: Third Person, Dual
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Avon
Hero: Major Baron Nathaniel Cain
Heroine: Katharine Louise Weston
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: October 01, 1984
Started On: February 26, 2024
Finished On: March 01, 2024

For Kit, Cain no longer had a name. He was the quintessential man, fierce and demanding. And for Cain, the mysterious veiled creature in his arms was everything that a woman should be . . . but never was.

Set in the turbulent aftermath of the American Civil War, Just Imagine is a story that brims and boils over with grit, passion, and emotional conflict. It starts with revenge and resentment but blossoms into something profoundly moving anchored by two characters whose hearts are just as stubborn as their wills.

At its core is Katharine Louise Weston, known to most as Kit, an eighteen-year-old Southern firebrand determined to reclaim the only thing she has left in the world: her family’s South Carolina plantation, Risen Glory. Disguised as a boy, she travels to New York to kill the man who legally holds her inheritance; Major Baron Nathaniel Cain, a Union war hero with a guarded heart and secrets of his own.

From the moment Kit storms into Cain’s life, their dynamic crackles with tension. She is wild, unrefined, and utterly unrepentant about who she is. Having grown up neglected by her father and stepmother, Kit shaped herself into someone fierce and independent, more at ease in britches and boots than in silks and frills. Her resistance to femininity, and everything it represents, is both heartbreaking and empowering. And yet, over the course of the novel, to witness her reluctant and powerful awakening—not just into womanhood, but into self-awareness, vulnerability, and eventually, love gave this book the vivaciousness it delivers.

Cain is one of those heroes who walks into your heart, breaks everything in sight, and leaves you aching in the best way. A man who grew up emotionally starved, abandoned by his mother and brutalized by a broken father, Cain learned early on to mistrust love and to guard his emotions behind a wall of indifference. His war heroism, his reputation, and his past with women are all defense mechanisms masking a man starving for connection. Kit forces him to confront all the things he has spent a lifetime burying. He doesn’t want to feel, but she makes him feel—and that is what both scares and saves him.

Kit wants her land, her independence, and maybe even her place in Cain’s life; but she doesn’t know how to give love without turning it into a war. Cain wants Kit, but he is terrified of becoming his father; twisted by obsession and broken by a woman’s power over him. Theirs is not a romance of softness. It is a fierce, combustible thing, made up of sharp words, stolen moments, aching silences, and the kind of love that both wounds and heals.

What I loved most was how messy this love story is, in all the right ways. There is no instant transformation or neat resolution to all that takes place in the story as it evolves. From their initial clash of wits when Kit is a vulnerable eighteen to when she returns three years later, schooled on how to be a woman, but achingly vulnerable in a lot of ways and what ensues; all of it is real, raw, and unrefined in the best way.

Kit and Cain make mistakes as any headstrong couple is bound to do when they are “forced” into situations beyond their control. They lash out. They hurt each other. But underneath it all is a slow, undeniable shift: a giving way, a reaching out, and finally a surrendering of pride. Even their intimacy carries this duality; full of hunger, but ringed with emotional barriers they dare not cross. The tension simmers throughout the novel until it breaks with heartbreaking clarity and unexpected tenderness.

Another aspect that I also loved was the rich historical backdrop, the sharp social commentary, and the compelling secondary romance between Sophronia and Magnus, whose lives are intertwined with that of the main protagonists. Perhaps, the most shocking reveal of the story is related to that of Sophronia and that too added much richness to the story

Just Imagine is a story that made me cry, not just for the pain Cain and Kit carry, but for the beauty of watching them find their way to each other. It reminded me of why I fell in love with romance reading in the first place: for the epic battles between the heart and soul, the push and pull of strong characters shaped by a world that demands they give up their pride, and for the quiet, powerful surrender of love that changes everything.

Recommended for: Readers who love enemies-to-lovers, slow-burn historical romance, emotionally tormented heroes, wild-hearted heroines, post-Civil War Southern settings, and love stories where the angst is real and the payoff is ultimately worth it.

Final Verdict: A raw, passionate, and unforgettable romance; Kit and Cain burn with fury and longing making me ache, laugh, and cry. A true masterpiece by Susan Elizabeth Phillips.

Favorite Quotes

Their eyes locked, and he drew nearer. Even before he touched her, she felt the heat of his skin.
“We both know this has been between us ever since the day you came here. It’s time we put an end to it so we can get on with the rest of our lives.”
Temptation whickered.
He brushed her cheek with his finger and spoke softly. “I’m going to have you now, Kit Weston.”

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Review: My Darling Neighbor by Swati MH

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: First Person, Dual
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Penn Maddux Cooke
Heroine: Sita Stewart
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: May 26, 2022
Started On: October 07, 2023
Finished On: October 14, 2023

I hadn’t known she’d become my lifeline that night, my buoy in a cold and lonely ocean. But finding her here now, knowing that she stayed despite everything I put her through today, I know she’s so much more. She’s my refuge and my salvation.

Swati MH’s My Darling Neighbor delivers an intense blend of passion, emotional depth, and personal growth that hooks readers from the first page. The story revolves around Penn Maddux Cooke, a grumpy yet compelling hero, and Sita Stewart, a strong and determined heroine who knows what she wants.

Penn, at 37, carries the weight of a painful past. Losing his wife six years prior to the commencement of the story leaves its mark on him, so does the difficult marriage he had with her towards the end. This shapes Penn into someone who is guarded and reluctant to emotionally make himself vulnerable again. Yet, when 27 year old lawyer Sita ignites that undeniable spark in him, as much as he would like to, he knows that it is a losing war in which he fights.

Sita who has crushed on her neighbor for a long while, finds herself put off by his standoffish manner. However, a chance encounter puts them at crosshairs with each other, upon which Penn is finally forced to acknowledge that he has not been immune to Sita in any sense. But rather, it is Penn’s defense mechanism at work, trying to avoid especially women like Sita who reminds him of what he lost.

Sita’s character is driven by her own insecurities that stems from being an adoptee. The loss of her father has left its mark on her, and being responsible for her ailing mother stretches her thin, while handling the demands of her career. While Sita tries to tell herself that men like Penn would not want someone like her, the escalating sexual tension between the two, which Ms. Swati masterfully creates, is another reason this book stands out.

When the culmination of the build-up eventually takes place and Sita ends up pregnant, that is what sets in motion the events that brings to forth Penn’s history and his vulnerabilities. Penn’s gruff exterior that hides a sentimental side, his struggle with grief and guilt over his deceased wife all adds to the intrigue that is all Penn.

Sita’s strength shines through in many aspects, showcasing her maturity and resilience as a character. Despite the 10-year age difference between her and Penn, Sita is a woman who knows her mind and accepts herself on her terms, able to reconcile her wants and needs with handling a man like Penn with sensitivity required of her. Dealing with the gradual loss of her mother also makes her emotionally stronger perhaps, and more adapt to changing circumstances, which at times is required of her when dealing with Penn and his difficult past.

Once again, it is Ms. Swati’s ability to create a sexual dynamic that is intense, with scenes that are both explicit and emotionally charged that makes this story worth delving into. Penn’s possessiveness and dominance contrasts with his vulnerability, creating a multifaceted character that I found captivating.

While My Darling Neighbor delivers on many fronts, the angst that I expected from an enemies to lovers romance, with a grumpy widowed hero at that, left me a bit piqued. However, the maturity and depth with which Sita handles everything, especially curveballs that comes her way through Penn, make this book worthwhile.

Recommended for fans of romances featuring widowed heroes who are a bit broken on the inside and the heroines who bulldoze their way into mending them.

Final Verdict: My Darling Neighbor offers readers with a captivating blend of passion, emotional depth, and personal growth, with a complex hero coupled with a resilient heroine. Intense chemistry and rich backstories make this a page-turner!

Favorite Quotes

This guy has some nerve. I snort, trying to slide away from him when his large, warm hand wraps around my wrist. “Go to dinner with me.”
My eyes widen as my back is pressed against the wall behind me again and he takes over all the air around me.
There’s no oxygen left.
I’m going to asphyxiate.
I had my whole life ahead of me still.
My chest presses against his as he places his hands on the wall next to my head. The tip of his nose slides down my temple and every little hair on the back of my neck and my arms rises in anticipation.
In anticipation of what, I don’t know, but they’re anticipating something.
“You’re . . ..” Breathe, Sita. Fucking breathe. “You’re insane, you know that?”

“Did you finally get my flowers?” he asks as I continue my oral exploration of him.
“Yes.” My breath fans his face. “Thank you.”
His lips find my neck and his scruff scrapes deliciously against my skin. “Did you read the card?”
“Yes. Why should I apologize?”
He starts walking us back to his room and with every step, the bulge in his pajamas bumps against my heated center, creating this delicious thumping right inside my core. Even without seeing it, I know I’m going to want to ride it more than once. I haven’t orgasmed with anyone else before, but I swear, I’m headed toward that right now and he hasn’t even taken off his pants yet.
God, I need him naked right the fuck now.
Naked and ripping me right down the center with that huge rocket he’s packing.
A sweet and sizzling pain ripples across my ass as I realize he’s slapped it and I jolt. I’m about to protest when he does it again and this time, I moan. What the fuck? Why am I moaning?
“Because you’ve been a pain in my ass ever since the day you tried to start a conversation with me in the elevator about the fucking weather.”

I pull off her shorts and feast my eyes on her, completely bare to me–smooth tan skin, delicate curves, and those legs that I’m obsessed with. She’s fucking perfect, like a work of art in some gallery, really. She probably shouldn’t be touched or marked. And if I were a better man, I wouldn’t touch her. I wouldn’t mark her.
If I were a better man, that is.
Because I’m going to paint her with me. Stain her skin with my mouth and my hands. And I’m not even going to apologize about it.
I’m mesmerized taking her all in, suspended in a middle state between reality and fantasy. A fantasy I wish I’d never laid eyes on because now, all I want to do is dream all day.

His tongue pulls out and pushes back into me, and I feel like I lose consciousness, like I’ve just become one with the sky and stars. My release hits me so hard, I almost fold around him. His hands slip up to my waist, keeping me steady as he milks me for everything I have until there’s nothing left for me to give.
Laying me onto the blanket again, he waits for me to find his gaze. When I do, his smug smirk points back at me and I roll my eyes, hiding my own smile. His laugh masks any other sound on this rooftop and I bask in it, letting it descend down my chest and gather in my belly–the place I’m housing his secret.
Can you hear that, little man? That’s your dad’s laugh.

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Review: Prisoner of Passion by Lynne Graham

Format: E-Book
Read with: Kindle Oasis
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: Third Person, Single
Series: Standalone
Publisher: Harlequin
Hero: Rico da Silva
Heroine: Bella Jennings
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 01, 1996
Started On: July 14, 2023
Finished On: July 20, 2023

It was like coming alive when you thought you were dead. Every skin-cell suddenly flamed into red-hot life, a kind of frantic, feverish hunger possessing her. Her response was so intense that it swallowed her alive.

Prisoner of Passion by Lynne Graham is another explosively emotive read by the highly acclaimed author of category romances. First published in January of 1996, the story delves into two vastly different characters in terms of upbringing and outlook, rendering their coming together one that is as combustive as it can get.

The story begins when 21 year old Bella Jennings, a spirited and fiercely independent artist gets into an accident with 32 year old magnate, Rico da Silva, who misunderstands Bella’s intentions and challenges her integrity from the onset. While Rico would rather die than admit how he is drawn towards the spirited nature of Bella in a way that makes him wary, it is when they are kidnapped and thrown into forced proximity with each other that their desire comes to its heady conclusion, forging emotional ties that goes beyond mere attraction.

While Bella chafes at the very notion of giving into Rico, she carries the emotional scars of abandonment, which makes her extremely wary of relationships, especially given her mother’s history with men. When Rico misjudges her, laying blame at her door for enticing him, Bella tends to give as good as she gets, until she realizes that for the very first time in her life, she wants to succumb to the wiles of a man.

Meanwhile Rico has a more well-rounded upbringing and is not cast from the usual mold of heroes that litter most category romances. However, he is a man once bitten and extremely “shy” when it comes to the opposite sex, willing to believe that every woman wants what he can give them, both in bed and as a man who is financially affluent. When Bella pushes his buttons, the ones that do not even show up with other women, Rico being the strong character that he is, pushes back.

Their relationship is one that is an uphill battle, as it is not only their own vulnerabilities that each has to contend with, but also external forces that would rather see them go their separate ways. However, fate has a way of bringing them together which defies everything else, even be it the internal struggles that both Rico and Bella go through towards the end.

I highly enjoyed this high octane number from Ms. Graham. I am always in awe of how she can turn formulaic story lines into books that demands all my emotions to be fully invested in them. I am also quite taken in with the fact that almost every Lynne Graham novel tends to touch on the vast class difference that exists in advanced societies like the United Kingdom, and this was no exception.

How the poor struggle to make ends meet often living in cycles of abject poverty until the hero swoops in and rescues them, with generations often spending their lives in servitude, while those who have the money belong to a class of their own. While most may not hone in on such details, I believe Ms. Graham brings the struggles of especially women who assume responsibilities of single motherhood for instance to life in her novels to show this dichotomy that is still very much part of society.

I loved how passionate both Rio and Bella were in their unique individual ways, and how that passion translated into a love of the kind that both were willing to fight for when all was said and done. Ms. Graham’s vivid prose is perfect for such contrasting characters, capturing the often tumultuous emotions that defines their relationship. From heated arguments to tender moments of vulnerability, each scene is crafted to best portray the emotional nuance, drawing readers into the heart of their passionate and intense love affair.

Ultimately, it was how Bella and Rico both navigate their personal demons and external pressures to go through periods of growth and introspection, to be able to accept each other and their love which made the story stand out for me.

Definitely recommended for those who love highly passionate love stories crafted with emotional depth that Ms. Graham is famous for!

Final Verdict: Prisoner of Passion is a gripping romance with its richly drawn characters, evocative prose, and poignant exploration of love amidst adversity, attesting to Graham’s mastery of the genre!

Favorite Quotes

‘Let me go… Let me go!’ she chanted wildly. ‘Please!’
‘If I don’t take you to the police I’ll take you home.’ Every muscle in his dark features rigid, he slung her a look of smouldering sexual appraisal which was flagrant enough to make her knees sag and her darkened eyes fill with an ocean of sheer shock. ‘Sí…and bed you like you’ve never been bedded before! I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you, and the knowledge that I can afford you doesn’t help. It’s a sick craving and I am not yielding to it,’ he muttered roughly, so close now that she could feel his breath on her cheek as his dark head lowered, degree by mesmerising degree. ‘And, if I did, you’d be sorry. Believe me, the police are the soft option…’

His mouth crashed down on hers. Electric shock sizzled through every skin cell. Nothing that intense had ever happened to her before. His tongue stabbed between her lips and heat surged between her thighs. She quivered, letting him splay his hands intimately to the swell of her hips, lifting her to him, melding every inch of her screamingly willing body to the hungry threat of his. It still wasn’t close enough to satisfy. A moan escaped huskily from the back of her throat—a curiously animal moan that she did not recognise as her own.

‘Don’t be disgusting! Let me go!’
He gave vent to something rough and charged in Spanish and moved with an abruptness that took her completely by surprise. Suddenly she was flipped onto her back and Rico was lying above her instead, their positions reversed without warning. Before she could open her startled lips to demand an explanation he took her mouth in a surge of angry passion.
And what happened next she definitely wasn’t prepared to deal with. As his tongue drove into the moist interior she had already accidentally opened to him she was seized by an explosive wave of excitement. It left her dizzy and stripped of every coherent thought. The intensity of her own response electrified her, opening up another world that was full of unbearable physical temptation. She returned the kiss with a kind of wondering innocence, arching her head back to deepen the pressure, involuntarily greedy and inviting more.

He wasn’t listening. He muttered something rough and yet soft in Spanish, and just as suddenly reached for her. As possessed by that terrifying strong need to physically connect as he was, Bella made no demur. Lost in the slumbrous demand of his golden gaze, she was mindless. He took her mouth with a hunger that burned like flames of fire over her unprotected skin.
And yet she craved that fire, needed that fire as she needed oxygen to live. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders, loving the heat of his flesh through the fine shirt. She pushed against him as he crushed her to him, her breasts flattened to the hard wall of his chest, already heavy with a sensitivity and an anticipation which he alone had taught her to feel. Her body remembered him with every newly awakened sense.

He shifted over her then, ravishing her swollen lips one more time, and then, abruptly, he drew her up to him with impatient hands and plunged inside her. She hadn’t expected the pain that tore at her as he entered her. Her shocked eyes flew wide and she bit her tongue so hard that she tasted blood in her mouth.
‘Madre de Dios!’ Shattered golden eyes held hers, and then his teeth clenched as the momentum of his own desire made him drive deeper still, his swollen shaft forging a path through the tender tissue that had sought to deny him.

She was at screaming-point when he moved over her, every shred of physical awareness centred on the ache of emptiness between her thighs. And then he thrust into her and she moaned and arched in one taut movement, her body clenching on a pleasure so intense that she was utterly possessed by it. Her fingers raked down his back in reaction and her teeth nipped at the strong brown column of his throat in instinctive revenge for the ragged laugh he gave vent to.
After that there was nothing but the long, pulsing drive for satisfaction. It went on and on and on. She hit the heights fast, unable to rein back the flood of release, but he didn’t stop. She had barely hit ground level again before the frantic climb back up began, and in all her life she had never felt so controlled, never dreamt she could enjoy that reality so much. And when the second climax whooshed up inside her she was wiped out.

He kissed her and the world fell away and everything else soared to an ungovernable height of excitement. He closed his arms around her so tightly that she couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t want to breathe. Dizzy and disorientated, she clung to him, lost in the devastating plunge into passion, her heart racing, her pulses throbbing, every muscle taut with a hunger that dominated and controlled. Heat surged into her loins, making her thighs tremble against the aroused thrust of his manhood. He swept her up in his arms and then dropped her on the ancient feather mattress from a height.
‘You’re a pushover, querida.’ He stared down at her, his hard-boned features grim and derisive. ‘And you will crawl for that month’s trial before I am finished with you!’ he stated chillingly.

‘Would you like me to show you around?’ Standing there in the stray patch of sunlight arrowing through a tall sash-window, he looked so good that she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Six feet four inches of spectacular masculinity. Visually she adored every extravagantly gorgeous inch of him, her heart accelerating like a racing car screeching round a bend at a hundred-plus miles an hour. She felt her breasts stir and swell inside the cups of her bra, helplessly struggled to fight the electric tension that was wantonly taking her over.
‘Bella…’ he murmured unsteadily, his shimmering golden eyes suddenly hotly pinned to her.
Emboldened by the discovery that he could look helpless too, Bella smiled, all female. ‘Turned very coy all of a sudden, haven’t you?’

She pulled his jacket off, tore at his tie, and as he fought his way out of his shirt let her palms smooth up over the warm, hard wall of his muscular chest, her fingertips teasing at the dark whorls of hair in her path. With an earthy growl he brushed her hands away, thrust her T-shirt up and found her breasts.
It was her turn to gasp and quiver as his expert fingers pushed up her bra and tugged at her engorged nipples. Her back arched in a blinding wave of intolerable excitement.

She burned and panted for breath as he tugged the briefs away and discovered the damp, hot secret of her desire. Intolerable excitement held her in its grip. Suddenly he was pushing her back, shifting over her, unexpectedly stilling when she was poised with anticipation on the furthest edge, every nerve ready to scream with frustration.
‘Don’t stop!’ she gasped.
She felt his hands, roughly impatient on her thighs, and then, with a suddenness that stole her breath away, he thrust into her hard and deeply. An ecstatic cry escaped her, wanton in the depth of need it expressed. She stretched up, kissing his throat, licking the salt from his skin, adoring him. But he pushed her back, arching over her like a primitive god, demanding absolute control, thrusting harder and faster, filling her again and again with the driving force of his manhood.

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by mvbookreviewer

Review: For Finlay by J. Nathan

Format: E-Book
Read with: iBooks for iPhone
Length: Novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
POV: First Person, Dual
Series: For You, #1
Publisher: Self-Published
Hero: Caden Brooks
Heroine: Finlay Grace Thatcher
Sensuality: 🔥🔥🔥
Published On: January 30, 2017
Started On: December 09, 2022
Finished On: December 11, 2022

For Finlay by J. Nathan is the first book in the For You series. A new-to-me author once again, Ms. Nathan takes readers through the story of Alabama’s star quarterback, 21 year old Caden Brooks as the hero and 20 year old Finlay Grace Thatcher who enrolls in the same college and takes up the opportunity to work for Alabama’s football coach in order to live the dream of her deceased twin.

Finlay is a guilt-ridden soul, with her brother Cole having died of an undiagnosed heart condition. Their relationship had been fractious at best, the major reason behind her self-condemnation and the penance she tries to pay. Caden is her number one enemy from the start, the memory of Caden at Cole’s funeral having lit the flame of “hatred” towards him. It also does not help that Caden seems to have it all; looks, fame, and all the women he could possibly ever want.

Finlay had always walked in the shadow of her overly famous twin brother, which she had resented. Life had been difficult for her because of the fact, with people trying to get close to her or being nice to her just to get to her brother. Starting fresh, away from her small town, where no one really knows her is supposed to be her fresh start. However, with Caden everywhere she turns, it becomes harder to hate and easier to give in to the intrigue that he rouses.

For Caden, his life is all about football. He does not understand why Finlay is so cold towards him at first, going so far as to ignore his very existence, when Caden finds it hard to reciprocate the attitude towards Finlay.

When these two finally end up together, it seems like a natural progression of their relationship, from being enemies, at least from Finlay’s perspective, to being two people who cannot get enough of each other. Trust is the hardest commodity to come by, especially for Caden who is marked by the scars from his childhood, and that proves to be the test that Caden and Finlay needs to pass in order to truly embrace a future together.

I would not say that I loved this story, but rather liked it for the most part, the bits and pieces that kept it going. I did understand Finlay’s perspective of things, especially when viewed through the lens of self-recrimination that is part and parcel of who she is since the death of her twin. Sometimes there is no logic nor rhyme to how we feel about a person, and I guess that was true to some point when it came to Finlay’s reaction towards Caden.

I guess the reason I did not end up falling in love with the characters nor the story as it developed was that there was some crucial element that was missing, which I cannot really put my finger on. Perhaps somewhere down the line, I will pick up another story from the author to give it a go.

Recommended for fans of new adult contemporary romances that are sports themed.

Final Verdict: For Finlay by J. Nathan is the story of Finlay’s survivor’s guilt preventing her from embracing and living her life to the fullest and how her arch-nemesis changes all of that.

Favorite Quotes

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, Finlay. I just know I broke up with Leslie because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
Finlay shuddered as my thumb traced her jaw.
“I have no idea how I didn’t kiss you in the pool when I wanted to. So. Damn. Bad.” I rolled her onto her back, pinning her body to the bed beneath mine.

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