Oh, how I loved Jack and Meredith’s romance. It started out with character misconceptions, enemies-to-friends and eventually a nice slow burn romance with so many laughs in between. I was sending screenshots of my highlights to friends as my endorsement to go and read this book. R.S. writes such great characters and backstories, you will be sad about Jack and Meredith’s different pasts in one moment and then uplifted with witty banter and a little slapstick comedy. I am slowly reading through R.S. Grey’s books because I don’t want to run out and I’m loving every one of them. I cannot make you buy this book, but you will be missing out on so much fun, some sexy times, great side characters (Alfred the dog!) and maybe wanting to strangle Jack a time or 2 like Meredith envisions… after she’s mentally stripped him.
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Jack and I solidify what can only be described as a friendship. We smile at each other a lot. We joke and tease and I picture him in his underwear. Friend stuff.
My lips finally find hers and I am a dying man who's found his salvation. Her hot mouth, full lips, her kiss - the second our mouths connect, I know there's no going back now that I have her.
The look I'm going for: moonlit goddess of the fields. The look I'm probably nailing: escaped sex addict, armed and dangerous.
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A full-length STANDALONE romantic comedy from USA TODAY bestselling author R.S. Grey.
Everyone in Cedar Creek, Texas, knows Jack McNight is an arrogant devil. Physically, I get it: he’s tan and fit, with coal-black hair that’s clearly been scorched by hellfire. Oh, and his personality? It burns just as hot.
When I show up on the doorstep of Blue Stone Ranch, I’m run-down and rockin’ my last pair of underwear. I’m hoping for a savior, but instead, I find him.
My opinion of Jack is marred by a dismal first impression, but his opinion of me is tainted even before I arrive. He’s heard I’m a spoiled princess there to take advantage of his goodwill. To him, I’m more trouble than I’m worth.
Our button-pushing banter should get under my skin. His arrogance should be a major turn-off. Problem is, devils are known to offer their own form of temptation.
Every one of his steely glares sends a shiver down my spine.
Every steamy encounter leaves me reeling.
Sure, it could be the Texas heat messing with my head, but there’s no way I’ll survive the summer without silencing him with a kiss and wrestling him out of those Wranglers.
Who knows…going to bed with the devil might just be the salvation I’ve been looking for all along.