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Kathryn Nolan
Book ArchiveContemporaryMolten
Celebrity makeup artist Josie Torres has three rules when it comes to men: No spending the night. No second dates. No falling in love. Her rules protect her still-healing heart and leave Josie free to chase her true love: the electric nights of Los Angeles.
But when she arrives in funky, bohemian Big Sur for a photo shoot, those rules are no match for the small town’s sexy bar owner.
Gabe Shaw has a good life in Big Sur. Surrounded by family and friends, he’s the third-generation-owner of The Bar, the only place where quirky locals can escape the tourists and drink in peace. He’s in love with his hometown and its verdant beauty, but he still yearns for one thing: his soul mate.
After one night of searing passion, Josie intends to run… like she always does. But a storm as strong as their attraction unleashes on Big Sur, leaving her trapped.
Gabe has the funniest feeling he’s found what he was missing. But it’s only been a week – and the last person that made Josie feel this much destroyed her world.
She can’t—she won’t—make the sacrifices Gabe is asking her to make.
I loved the first book in this series, Bohemian, and I was so excited to get Gabe and Josie’s story! They say that opposites attract, and it doesn’t get more opposite than a hippie mountain man looking for “the one” and a LA makeup artist looking only for a one night stand. Their chemistry was instant and off the charts. Their banter both hilarious and sexy. Just like in the first book, Big Sur is more of a character than a setting. If you’re looking for a swoony romance with diverse characters, this is the series for you.
A taste
He inhaled, then let out a guttural groan. "In case I didn't make it obvious before," he said, giving me a long, wet, lick, "you taste like fucking paradise."
"I know," I sighed, letting my head fall back. "And you're going to fuck me with your tongue until I come on your face."
There ought to be a law that Gabe Shaw – hippie lumberjack, Viking with a man bun – should never be allowed to hold tiny infants against his broad, muscular chest.
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