on November 17, 2015
Genres: Love & Romance
When a psychic tells Natalie Nixon her life is about to be upended by a mysterious stranger, she laughs it off. After all, she has everything she’s ever wanted—a successful bakery, the perfect boyfriend, and the keys to her dream house.
Who could possibly make her want to throw all that away?
Then Miles Haas comes back to town.
But he’s no stranger—they’ve known each other since high school. Plus, he’s only around for the summer, he’s still a shameless playboy, and he makes a living writing articles for a men’s magazine with titles like 'Should You Bang the Boss’s Daughter? A Flowchart' and 'Butt Stuff for Beginners: A Field Guide.'
He’s not the man of her dreams, and she’s not about to abandon everything she’s worked so hard for just for a little fun. Except he makes her laugh like no one else, smells like heaven, and wears panty-melting glasses.
Every time I pick up a book by Melanie Harlow I just know that it will bring a smile to my face. Her writing is the first thing that sucks me in. Her words are impeccable and the story just fits right into place.
Natalie and her two sisters are out having a girl’s night and find themselves at a psychic. During Natalie’s reading, she is told that a stranger will completely change her life. How could that work? She has a fabulous coffee shop, a boyfriend of ten years, and a new house. Well, taking a closer look, you find out that she’s working herself to the bone and her boyfriend is a loser. When an old acquaintance/boy she’s always crushed on rings her up, she takes him up on meeting up. When Melanie’s life gets a bit rocky she looks back to her reading and realizes that maybe the psychic was right all along.
I don’t want to give much away but I will say that this was a super-cute book. Natalie was the sort of heroine you love to read about. She’s tough as nails, don’t-take-any-prisoners sort of awesome. She doesn’t look to anyone to help her, she does things on her own and fights for what she wants. Miles, is just a bit of a man-child but a loveable one at that. He is a sexy tatted sex blogger (yes, you read that right) who doesn’t see himself getting hitched or having children. Ever.
Though this book was super enjoyable and the chemistry was beyond hot… seriously, I need to give Melanie a shout-out for her sex scene writing talent– Okay sorry, I digress, I did feel as though this book was a wee bit predictable. But that’s okay because I still really enjoyed it and would recommend it to anyone looking for a fun read. All the secondary characters that made an appearance in this book not only from Some Sort of Happy but her first series (not telling you which book) was just an extra added bonus. I hope that we get Jillian’s story next.
The light was off in my room when I returned, and I could barely make out her shape under the blanket. Leaving my glasses on the bedside table, I slid between the sheets, careful to stay on my side. When was the last time a woman slept in my bed without orgasms being involved? I couldn’t think of one time, actually. I didn’t even know what to do with myself.
I lay there for a while on my back, hands beneath my head, breathing slowly and deeply, trying to stay calm. But I could smell her perfume, and it was making me hard again. Fuck! Was she asleep already? Could I rub one out without her knowing? I braved a look at her, and my eyes had adjusted to the dark enough to see that she was facing away from me, curled up on her side. Long, agonizing, minutes ticked by, during which I imagined rubbing my cock along the crack of her ass, which was sticking out in my direction. Taunting me.
“I lied to you last night.” Her voice was so soft, I thought I might have imagined it. Or dreamed it.
“Huh?” Stop thinking about her ass.
She rolled to her other side and faced me, tucking her hands beneath her cheek. “I lied last night. I told you I didn’t remember what you said to me the night we said goodbye. The night before you left for school.”
I blinked in surprise. “Oh.”
“Did you really mean the things you said?”
“Of course I meant them. I stand by every word I’ve ever said to you.” And my cock is standing straight up right now. So if you could please stop being beautiful and sexy and vulnerable, I’d appreciate it. Thanks.
She took a shuddery breath. “And yet…tonight, you wouldn’t—”
“Tonight was not about us, Natalie.”
“But…what if it was?” She paused. “What if it could be?”
Fuck, was she serious? Because I wanted that. I wanted a night that was just about us, wanted to show her what it was like to be with someone who appreciated her. Just one night, even if it was all we ever had. But I couldn’t be the one to initiate it, not without knowing it was really OK.
“Natalie,” I started, but she interrupted me.
“I’m lying here thinking, a week ago my life seemed so complete, everything in order. My relationship. My business. My house. I had everything I wanted.”
“Now I feel like I’ve been missing something. Like maybe I was wrong about what I wanted. I feel…lost.” She looked at me with her huge, round blue eyes, making my whole body heat up.
“You’re not lost.” Rolling onto my side, I met her forehead with mine. “You’re right here with me.”
And I kissed her. Just like that, I kissed her.