Genres: Contemporary Romance, Favorite, Rom-Com
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My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.
I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home.
I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?
Nothing, I thought.
It’s just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
*Received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review.*
Sex, Not Love is the newest Rom-Com stand alone novel by Vi Keeland and officially on my my favorite reads of 2018.
Hunter brought me coffee. “Thank you.” As he handed it to me, my eyes did an involuntary sweep of his chest. It would have been fast and harmless, had the jackass not watched me do it. God, the man didn’t miss a beat. He quirked a brow and smirked.
“Shut up. Go put some clothes on if you don’t want me to look.”
“I never said I didn’t want you to look.”
“What are you, a peacock? Walking around fanning your tail feathers, trying to attract a female?”
“That’s not a bad idea. Let me show you my tail.”
“You scare the crap out of me, Hunter. But I can’t seem to walk away.”
He held my gaze. “It’s not an adventure without a little fear.”
“Hello?”
“Morning, sweet pea.” His voice was extra gravelly through the intercom. My nipples perked up. I looked down, and spoke to them. “What am I going to do with you guys? Haven’t we talked about this? You get your hopes up too fast, and then you’re sorely disappointed.”
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