Oh my word, Ava and Dane are just so perfect!
This is Julie Kriss at her full-of-feels, heart wrenching, smexy times best. I adore second chance romances and this was so perfectly done, avoiding all the usual cliches of the trope and instead giving us a story that packed a punch from the very start all the way to the end. There were no silly misunderstandings, no lies or secrets (at least not from each other) and no-one person in the wrong. My heart ached for Ava, so thank goodness she had such a sexy nerd of a man, in Dane, to love her.
I can’t believe how quickly and easily I read this. Once I’d read the first few lines I was hooked and didn’t put it down until I’d finished it. The time just flew, nothing could distract me from the amazing writing or fantastic characters and I felt every moment of the story. I can’t express how fantastic a read this book is, but I haven’t had a story hold my attention so thoroughly and completely in quite a while.
This really is a MUST READ book, not only for Julie Kriss fans but for anyone who enjoys a steamy, emotion filled, well written contemporary romance.
Second chances burn hotter
The assignment should be a fashion stylist’s dream. Dane Scotland—brilliant programmer, millionaire, partner in my brother’s company—is going to a big-money meeting, and he needs to look the part.
The problem? Dane doesn’t want a makeover. He’s grumpy and reclusive, and his wardrobe consists of two pairs of old jeans. He doesn’t want me anywhere near him.
Did I mention that he’s my brother’s best friend? And that no one knows exactly what Dane and I got up to ten years ago?
The nerd I knew is gone—Dane ditched his glasses and bulked up. Now he’s six-foot-plus of hot genius, but I can be professional. I can definitely keep my hands off him. Again.
But when he looks at me like he used to, like no one else ever has, the only thing I want is to lose control.
Dane and I gave each other our first taste of heartbreak. Are we destined for another round?
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The tailor squawked as Dane pushed him aside, striding toward me in his underwear. He put his hands on the arms of my chair and leaned over me, his eyes on mine. I could see every inch of his naked skin. He glared at me.
“I get it,” he growled. “You’re pushing me. It’s what you do. Are you trying to see how far you can go?”
My voice came out breathy. God, I could smell him. “I’m not doing anything,” I said, and we both knew it was a lie.
“What do you want?” Dane said, thick with frustration. “Do you want me to say I’m sorry?”
My hands went cold and my breath stopped. “Sorry for what?”
“You know what. Sorry for what I did the last time I saw you.”
He thought he had to apologize for that? As if he had done something wrong? Had he thought that all this time? I couldn’t bear the idea. “No,” I told him. “Don’t say you’re sorry for that.”
He still watched me, his voice softening a little. “I’ll say it if you want me to.”
“Don’t,” I choked out. “Don’t.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched, and then he shook his head, backing off. “Can I at least put my clothes on now?”
I didn’t answer, and he didn’t wait for it. He grabbed his clothes and shoes and put them under his arm. “I’m going to dress in the men’s room,” he growled. “I’d like some privacy for a second.”
I still couldn’t speak. Dane walked away, and I downed the rest of the champagne in my glass, gulping it. He thought I wanted him to apologize. That fucking man.
That brilliant, stupid, utterly infuriating man.
I put my heels back on and stood up, looking at the suits and fabrics in the room. Now that the measurements were—mostly—done, I talked to the tailor about cuts, fabrics, and colors. Then my phone rang. Only after I hung up did I realize that Dane hadn’t come out of the bathroom, which was around the corner and down the hall.
“Would you like me to go find him?” the tailor asked politely.
“No need,” I said as suspicion bloomed in my gut. I walked around the corner myself, pushing open the door to the men’s room. “Dane!”
The room was empty.
“Fuck,” I said as the tailor came in after me. I turned to him. “Is there a back door?”
He looked stunned. Most likely, none of his rich clients had ever made an escape while getting measured for a bespoke suit. “At the end of the hall,” he said.
“Fuck,” I said again. I half-ran down the hall, moving as fast as I could in my three-inch heels. I slammed the back door open and saw nothing but parking lot.
Dane was gone.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Julie loves reading and writing hot, sexy romances with awesome alpha heroes. Her favorite things are books, coffee, her perfect cat, and her husband, not necessarily in that order. She’s a writing addict who is always hard at work on her next steamy romance.