Recommended By Adrian
Recommended By Adrian
What a fantastic book!! Opposites definitely attract in this fun, flirty and romantic love story. Fiona Quinn is an overly structured, type A, list and spreadsheet loving attorney from a family of free-spirited punk rockers. I absolutely love, love, love her! I love that she's so focused and put together, but always ready to crowd surf. And Max is her polar opposite - a wild one who never stays in one place for too long and is absolutely not a fan of commitment. The best part of this book is the family dynamics. You can feel how much Fiona and Max love their families, both blood and not. This book is so fun, the banter between Max and Fiona was great to read and their sexual chemistry is off the charts hot. This is the second book in a series, the first is about Fiona's sister, Roxy. I didn't read Roxy's book but I'm absolutely adding it to my TBR. This one is a must-read in 2021!
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"I'm the best bad decision you'll ever make, Fiona. And that's a promise."
"Bargain sex swings are never a smart investment."
"I would have pinned you down on that mattress and fucked you without mercy. In all the dirty ways you've always secretly wanted. Because you're a dirty girls that doesn't fuck nice. I knew it the moment we met."
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He’s the best bad decision she’ll ever make…
Type A attorney Fiona Quinn has one goal left to accomplish before turning 30: A big, fairy-tale wedding. All she needs is a groom. So what if she’s never been in love—or even lust—before? She’s confident she can solve the problem the way she always does, with spreadsheets and an action plan.
When a family emergency brings bad boy Max Devlin swaggering back into town—with his cocky grin, tattoos, and wanderlust—Fiona has to remind herself that he’s as unsuitable as it gets. Nope. Not happening. No matter how irresistible his invitation is for a night or seven between the sheets. If she can’t tie him down—metaphorically, of course—her pants must stay on.
Max can’t remember the last time a woman turned him down. He’s a guaranteed three-orgasms good time, dammit. So what if he’s not the marrying kind? Those sweaty palms he gets when Fiona agrees to help him save his dad’s punk rock club are just an allergic reaction to her methodical march toward matrimony. Before he hits the road again, he’s going to prove to Fiona that life’s more fun when you play rather than plan.
No one gets hurt when it’s all just fun and games, right?