(Tall, Dark, and Texan, #3)
by Kate Meader
Release Date: July 11, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint . .
He’s the man she loves to hate . . .
Olivia Kane’s wedding day has just imploded spectacularly. Shots lined up at the bar? Bring it. Hot stranger on the hook? Come on down. What this party does not need is six feet and change of home-grown Texas cockiness in the form of her brother’s best friend, the man who broke her heart seven years ago.
She’s the woman he has to have . . .
Flynn Cross won’t stand by while Liv finds sensual solace in the arms of a stranger, not when his own hard-for-her body is more than up for the task. For one week, he’ll make her honeymoon-for-one a sizzling party for two.
Breaking the rules, one steamy night at a time . . .
But the taboo they’re breaking is only the beginning . . . and Flynn’s part in Liv’s wedding debacle could bring about their end.
One Week to Score is a short, sexy read that manage to push the right hotness button for me. I enjoyed their hate/lust relationship and their week-long fling at paradise.
Olivia Kane is the high society girl, always wanted to do right thing for her parents.
Flynn Cross is the white trash who can never measure up to the Kane's family, no matter how close his friendship is with the family.
They have been avoiding their attraction for years due Flynn's friendship with Olivia's brother and after coming back from his tour in Iraq, he even went as far as to avoid contacting Olivia altogether, all for the sake of 'for her own good'.
When Olivia's wedding got cancelled, Flynn decided that is time he finally make his move.
I like the premise of the story, their obstacle is not just about breaking the bro-code, Flynn had some inferiority complex when it comes to the Kane family and after coming back from his tour, he even added more baggage to himself. However, the book spent too much time on their week long sexathon in Mexico instead of focusing on the real issue between them.
I'm not complaining about how hot the book is, but it just felt a bit superficial and I didn't get to really connect with the characters. The part that I really like is the grovel scene towards the end and the sweet epilogue. Flynn and Olivia's banter is humorous as always, I just wish I get to really see them working things out in their hometown, instead of hiding out at the resort for almost the entire read.
Overall, if you are looking for an easy short read with enough steam and doesn't have thick complicated plot, this is the one for you.
She frowned at Flynn, as if he hadn’t been paying attention. “I need to get laid.”
His lungs went on hiatus. He could not have heard that right. Should not have heard that right. More likely, Liv didn’t know what she was saying. She was mighty upset, in a weakened state, vulnerable. She’d downed at least three shots, though he’d seen her put away more and still walk a straight line in five-inch heels.
Stop trying to rationalize this, man. There is no scenario here that ends with you between this woman’s thighs.
Eyeballing him, she seemed to give her brain an inward mental shake, and that soft, hopeless expression turned as hard as the cherry wood bar. She leaned in, a move that displayed the tops of her ample breasts as they strained for freedom.
Come on, beauties, make that border break.
He swallowed. Hard. And then his cock got on the “hard” train and he was officially on an express to hell. Because who the hell lusts after a woman—after his best friend’s sister—when she was having the worst day of her life? A day that had Flynn’s bloody fingerprints all over it?
Though it went against every instinct raging through his veins, he kept it cool. “Can’t help you there, Livvie.”
“Don’t call me that,” she snapped. “I’m not a kid.”
“You’ll always be little Livvie to me.” Getting this back to their usual dynamic was imperative, for his sanity and the stress levels of the fabric covering his straining dick. They annoyed the hell out of each other, like any brother and sister. That’s how it had always been. Though their dynamic had also been overlaid with a confusing mix of sexual tension and something deeper he had a hard time labeling.
Now she wanted to find comfort. Not wholly unreasonable after the day she’d had.
“So you want to get laid.” Said so damn casually it had its own whistling soundtrack.
She squared her shoulders and delivered a look that should have given his dick frostbite. The little bastard merely turned harder.
“Flynn Cross, if we were the last two people on earth and the fate of the human race depended on us procreating, I would happily go to my grave knowing mankind’s blip in the universe’s history had just come to an end.”
“Not one iota.” She leaned in again, showcasing those breasts with their own gravitational pull. “I’m glad you’re here, because I want you to play my wing girl.”
“Don’t you mean wing man?”
“No, wing girl. You’ve always felt like a sister to me—an older one I despise but am obliged to talk to because, y’know, family.”
Originally from Ireland, Kate cut her romance reader teeth on Maeve Binchy and Jilly Cooper novels, with some Mills & Boon thrown in for variety. Give her tales about brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, and she is so there. Now based in Chicago, she writes sexy contemporary romance with alpha heroes and strong heroines who can match their men quip for quip.
Book Synopsis: Olivia Kane’s wedding day has just imploded spectacularly. What her pity party does not need is six feet and change of home-grown Texas cockiness in the form of her brother’s best friend. But Flynn Cross won’t stand by while Liv finds sensual solace in the arms of a stranger. Not when his own hard-for-her body is more than up for the task…