"...An easy book to read with a flowing story...A lovely romance and the beginning of a relationship with charming characters...This does deliver as a likable and engaging romance."--Kassa, Rainbow Reviews
"4 Stars!...K.C. Kendricks' writing...was excellent and enjoyable as always...I definitely recommend it."--Wave, Reviews By Jessewave
"...A feel-good, enjoyable romance. Brody and Evan really are made for one another, even if they're too stubborn to see it at first. The love scenes between them, while edging on purple prose, are still hot. The plot...fit the characters well. It's a good book for when you want to read something light but with a touch of drama. I'll certainly be looking for more from KC Kendricks in the future."--Satyr Vael, Literary Nymphs Reviews
Street-worthy as it was, my little ride couldn't match the power and speed of a Jaguar. I couldn't out-muscle him, so I'd have to outsmart him to get him where I wanted him. Lucky for me, I knew this part of town like the back of my hand, and I headed for where the people weren't.
I slowed enough for the next traffic light to turn yellow, then swung a hard right, zipped in behind a box truck, and cut the running lights, fast. Sure enough, the Jag rolled past and sped on down the street. I watched as it made the next left before I pulled out of my hiding spot and made a u-turn.
Blue Eyes had gone left, hence he'd run out of pavement at the next intersection and be forced to turn left again. The one-way streets left no options if he wanted to come back around and find me. I placed my bet on him looping back around to the main drag and hightailing it to the next bar on the pub crawl list, Tully's. I'd be there, waiting for him.
Finding a parking spot behind Tully's proved easy enough, although it would have been different if they'd had a live band tonight. I chose the darkest shadow and slunk around the side of the building just in time to spy Blue Eyes take the steps with that long, easy runner's stride, two at a time. I counted to twenty before I followed him in.
The disc jockey screamed incoherently above the blaring music he played. I hoped we wouldn't be here long. The decibel level could almost drive me to abandon the game so recently joined.
Almost.
My quarry stood at the bar, sipping what appeared to be a soda. I stepped into the whirling yellow disco lights, planted my feet, squared my shoulders, put my hands on my hips, and waited for him to spot me. It didn't take long.
He looked me up and down, a slow, lazy appraisal that focused my attention on his face. Then he smiled and lowered his eyelids with a slight nod of his head.
In that instant I knew something about him there are no flowery or romantic words for--only gut instinct. He wanted me to fuck him.
My body responded to the knowledge. Arousal snapped through me, sending shivers down my spine. My nipples, sensitive as any girl's, tingled to the point the fabric of my sweater rubbing against them became deliciously painful. My cock swelled to its full seven-and-three-quarter-inch glory in a single pounding heartbeat.
I'd fuck him until he was limp as a rag doll in less time than that if I could get my hands on him.
His chin lifted, the knowledge of the game joined in his eyes. I gestured for him to join me on the dance floor. He smiled and weaved his way through the crowd in my direction. A dancer whirled between us, and I bolted for the door, no doubt in my mind he'd follow.
I made it to my car in time to see him step out the door, pause, and look around. He handed something to the bouncer-cum-doorman. His keys?
He allowed others to drive his Jaguar? The man held stunning, hidden possibilities.
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