Jake Callahan has a problem, and the
only people who can fix it are the guys with Pierce Securities. Except Jake
needs a woman.
Miriam Bartoli will happily play the
part of a sexy woman to get what the client needs, especially since playing mom
to an office full of alpha males and recent surgery has wreaked havoc on her
Can she fight her attraction with
the target long enough to get what the client needs? Or will this case of
mistaken identity and clicking with the wrong man be the end of her?
This is the third book in the Pierce
Securities series.Each does stand
alone, though there are updates concerning each of the previous couples and I
would definitely recommend reading all and in the order of release for maximum
understanding and enjoyment.
When I was younger (in the 1970s),
there were a lot of little memes around (though we didn’t call them memes in
those days) that started with, “Happiness is…”In my life, one of my “happiness is..” statements would be,“ Happiness is a new ARC from a favorite
author.”Anne Conley is one of those
authors and this is one of those ARCs.I
am so happy that I got to read Miriam’s story.
Miriam has been facing one of those
fears that many of us confront every October.Because of family history and having faced that dragon three times in
two years, she has decided to take an unconventional path in hopes of avoiding
the beast - a radical double mastectomy.Though it was her decision,
it has left her with feelings of diminished femininity and the fear of a lonely
future.Add in a past abusive
relationship, a team of co-workers who are alpha to the point of occasionally
being overbearing, and the confusion of unknowingly meeting twins – one intriguing
and the other a slime bucket - and Miriam is facing one tough, confusing, and
scary time in her life.
Only Anne Conley could bring the
laughter to balance the fears, the gentle to .balance the alphas, and the drama
to balance the temptation to be too sugar sweet in pursuing the romance in the
My only complaint (the one I always
have when reading from Anne Conley) is that we now have to wait for the next
book.Yes, you distinctly heard me whining
Grammar/editing:ungraded – book
received as an unedited ARC / errors excused
“This right here. The stars. Aren’t they beautiful?” She glanced over to find Jake staring at her.
His hand cupped her neck and he came in close. “Can I?”
Miriam didn’t respond. She licked her lips as if they weren’t listening to her brain, which was emphatically yelling at her to stop this.
Jake obviously wasn’t listening to her internal monologue as his lips captured hers in a tentative kiss.
Her brain reminded her he was an asshole at the bar, he’d given her coke yesterday, he was mixed up in Tres Lobos, and he stole from his parents. It was screaming at her that this was a bad idea.
But at the touch of his lips on hers, the lizard part of her brain—the part which was just made to eat, sleep, and have sex—told her to go for it. She whimpered into his lips in defeat, and his arms went around her waist, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. Jake’s lips were soft, his mouth warm, and the aftershave exquisite. She didn’t want him to ever let her go.
“Oh my God,” she breathed at him between kisses. His tongue delved into her mouth, but before she lost herself completely, she pulled back. “We can’t do this.”
He kissed her again, muttering against her mouth, “Why not?”
“I can think of half a dozen reasons off the top of my head.”
That seemed to stop him, but he didn’t let go of her. Jake just looked at her quizzically, as if he saw absolutely nothing wrong with the fact they were kissing. He apparently didn’t realize he had a dual personality and was a complete shit half the time he existed. He finally looked up, taking a deep breath. When he refocused on her, his eyes hardened into something wild. Something feral. Something passionate. And a little scary.
“Blame it on the stars,” was all he said before his mouth captured hers again. This kiss was different from the first. Where the first one was tentativeand exploratory, this kiss was devouring. It was like he’d gotten a taste of nirvana and craved more. It was heady, the way his tongue was mating with hers in a fiery kiss that was quickly undoing her cell by cell. Her last coherent thought was that Simon was going to kill her.