Welcome to the blog tour for One Week to Score by Kate Meader, the final book in the Tall, Dark, and Texan series. I've really enjoyed this series, and I hope you will too!
Here are my reviews of the books:
About One Week to Score:
One Week to Score by Kate Meader
Book Three of the Tall, Dark, and Texan series
Publisher: Entangled Brazen
Publication Date: July 11, 2016
***Warning: this is an adult book, and for the eyes of mature readers***
Summary (from Goodreads):
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.
Check out the series:
Even the Score:
Taking the Score:
About the Author:
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.
When he didn’t hand over the towel as requested, just stood there gamely holding Liv’s gaze instead of dipping it over her nakedness like any other man with a pulse, she growled her frustration. Goddamn him, she was just a jumble of body parts in this man’s glittering blue eyes. It was all a game to Flynn—well, she was tired of playing every man’s fool.
“Just forget it.” She moved forward, ready to grasp the towel from his hands when he unfolded it and wrapped it around her shoulders. Still, he held her gaze. Not even a peek below her neck.
“What now, Livvie?” The teasing had gone from his voice, replaced by an unexpected huskiness. Mere inches of warm Mexican air separated their chests—his unfortunately covered, hers indisputably naked. Yet again, he had her on the back foot.
“I’ll call the airline. Reschedule my flight back to Houston.”
There was nothing for her here.
Flynn still held onto the edges of the towel and, instinctively, she inclined toward all that masculine heat. This involuntary action was soon followed by other wonders of the human body—her mouth went desert-dry, then watered, then dried up again.
Make up your minds, saliva glands!
He jerked the towel until they were chest to chest, hip to hip, core to…oh, Flynn. And then he bent his head and took control of lips that did not belong to him.
You’re a jerk, her brain was screaming. An unscrupulous, goat-fucking asswipe. But then something happened. Something incredible.
Her body surrendered. It knew what she needed, and she let herself off the hook because she’d had a rotten couple of days and deserved a moment’s bliss.
The kiss deepened, its velvet invasion obliterating her last shred of, albeit token, resistance. He swept his tongue inside, not sloppily, not stabbing, but with the perfect amount of heated pressure. Drowning in the feel and taste of him, she clutched at his broad shoulders, anxious for an anchor through this typhoon of sensation engulfing her.
He stopped, his breath fanning her lips with hot pants, and he licked his own lips, savoring her. There was something menacing in the action.
“Am I still the last guy on earth you’d open those pretty little thighs for, Liv?”
And we’re back. “You’re going to need more than an average kissing game to get with me, Cross.”
“Nothin’ average about that kiss.”
She sighed. “Don’t beg. It’s so unTexan.”
“Before the night’s through, sweets, I’ll be hearing your fuck-me-Flynn moans.”
“In your Liv-filled dreams.”
Still holding the towel, he finally let his gaze rove over her naked breasts. They perked up under his thorough examination.
“Not so far from the truth, that. But then you’ve never been out of my dreams for long.”