Even though she likes to bust his balls, he’s got some kind of a nerdy-hot vibe that makes JL wonder if she might finally be able to let her guard down. It might do the boy some good to spend some time in her world, where blood, sweat, and victory are as sweet as the first taste of real love.
JL knew that, short as she was, she often intimidated men with just a look. That’s what confidence did. And she had it in spades. It made you as tall as you wanted to be. As pretty as you wanted to be. As rich as you wanted to be. Because if you had confidence, nothing else mattered. That was a lesson she’d learned a long time ago.
But even with all that confidence, she wasn’t blind to the differences between her and Enzo. He was from a different world, and she could feel the distance between their worlds every time she thought about going out with him. It had all been harmless flirty fun until he’d taken things too far and kissed her a few weeks ago. And what a kiss it had been. He’d kissed her as if he were stuck in a desert and her mouth were the only thing that could quench his thirst. She still felt all sorts of things running through her body when she thought of the way he’d backed her up against a wall, not caring who the hell was around, gripped her neck, and slipped his tongue between her parted lips. She’d embarrassed herself by melting into him and mewling in need. In fact, she might have even dry-humped his leg. It had been that good a kiss. Then he’d let her go and challenged her by saying, “Next time you’ll beg me to kiss you.” Like she’d ever beg a man! But now, with his glorious body on full display . . .
As if he could sense her inappropriate thoughts, his eyes met hers. His stare felt like a warm caress all over her already ignited body. The charcoal fell out of her hand and a shiver ran down her spine. Is it getting hot in here? She shifted uncomfortably on her chair, but he didn’t break eye contact. Then, the ultraconservative man who had been asking her out constantly for almost a year winked at her. It caught her by surprise, and she quickly hid behind her canvas.
I gave this book 3 stars. I didn’t love it or hate it.
IDK if I had read the previous 4 books, if this book would have been better for me? I am not sure. Sometimes, even with stand alones it’s good to get the history of all the characters, which might have helped me here….
My major issue with this book has nothing to do with the writer’s style, the characters or even the story. All of that was fine. I love a good MMA story with a sexy H, altho, as soon as the name Miley Cyrus was used to describe the h’s look, I was like, uh no simply because I would rather hear finger nails on chalk boards than have to see/hear or vision anything that looks like her. So of course, I was irritated with that character simply because of that. Enzo, was just ok for me. I mean, again, sexy guy, goes after what he wants, yum…but IDK, I also just felt he was “ehh” as far as an H.
Again, nothing personal against the author, everything was ok, just the story did not click with me.