Author: Amy Daws
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Publish Date: March 20, 2018
Review Source: eARC
When romance novelist Kate Smith suddenly gets writer’s block as she's beginning the final installment of her international bestselling erotic Bed ‘n Breakfast series, she'll do pretty much anything to get her groove back.
Like sneak into a Tire Depot waiting room because her words flow there just like complimentary coffee—smooth, sweet, and scorchingly hot.
She manages to fly under the radar until the rugged and charming mechanic, Miles Hudson, notices the quirky redhead slinking in and out of the employees only entrance.
But she's way too intriguing to blow the whistle on.
Review Source: eARC
Like sneak into a Tire Depot waiting room because her words flow there just like complimentary coffee—smooth, sweet, and scorchingly hot.
She manages to fly under the radar until the rugged and charming mechanic, Miles Hudson, notices the quirky redhead slinking in and out of the employees only entrance.
But she's way too intriguing to blow the whistle on.
Doing a test-drive of her new book idea sounds like a much better option.
AmazonUK
Wowza!
I have to say this is my first ever book by Ms Dawes and I can honestly say it will
NOT be my last. I had the pleasure of meeting Amy at Kinky in Kansas City this
past March, which I really wish I would’ve met her after I read this…..there’s
just SOOO much to say!!
Kate
Smith is an author that is lost for words and ends up at her local Tire Depot
and the words all the sudden start to flow. Not wanting to break the cycle of
wordage she keeps sneaking into the customer care center unnoticed.
Miles
is a mechanic at the Tire Depot and spots Kate. The sparks fly but Kate and
Miles both have had bad breakups and aren’t willing to go further than friends
with benefits but feelings start to
emulate….will friends with benefits be enough?
This
book was so fun! I loved the personalities and how they meshed so well
together. The supporting characters were a blast as well as the main
characters. There is something about Ms Dawes writing that sucks you in from
the get go and you seriously don’t want to put the book down. I highly recommend
this book and can’t wait to see what Amy has in store for us next!!
She slaps her hand on her knee and bellows gallantly, “But
you know what, Miles, you’re right! I should totally find a random hookup
tonight.”
“Whoa, I never said anything about random.”
“Well, you’re doing it, so why can’t I?”
I narrow my eyes. “You don’t seem like the random type.”
“Maybe I should be.” Her eyes narrow when she leans in and
whispers against my lips. “Can I tell you a secret, Miles?”
“You can tell me anything, Mercedes.”
She giggles and crooks her finger for me to lean in even
closer. I’m so close I can smell the faint scent
of her cherry lip gloss, and it’s not helping the half boner having a party in
my pants.
Her lips graze my ear when she whispers, “My writing makes me
horny.”
I nearly choke on my beer. “I’m sorry, what?”
“My writing makes me horny.” She pulls back and nods her
confirmation. “I’m serious. I have a sex toy that works really well and really
fast, but I miss the heat of a man, ya know?”
My eyes scrunch together, and I rub my fingers in the sockets
to make sure I’m awake and hearing this all correctly. “I mean…I don’t really
ever miss the heat of man, so I don’t think I know exactly what you’re saying.”
“Fine, the heat of a woman.” She rolls her eyes dramatically
“You know what I’m talking about. The heat.”
I frown and shake my head. “You’re going to have to elaborate
because I think of a lot of things when I think of women, but their body
temperature isn’t one of them.”
“You asked for it.” She laughs and leans in so she’s speaking low and soft and directly
into my ear. “The heat of a woman is so much more than temperature. It’s the
soft, sensual curves of the female form. The way your fingers dig into the meat
of her thighs when she’s wrapped around you. Her smooth, sunken tummy when
she’s on her back, the delicate bumps of her ribcage when she’s throwing her
head back in pleasure. Tight little nipples in pillows of creamy softness. The
fact that you could fold yourself around her and envelop her body almost
entirely and still want more. You’re saying you don’t miss that kind of
heat?”
I blink slowly, recovering from what just happened. Her voice
was a sensual, verbal caress straight on my cock. Then there was the warm heat
of her breath on my ear. The deep husk of her tone. The way her warm palm rests
softly on my thigh.
Fucking hell.
VIRAL SENSATION
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