ABOUT THE BOOK
What are you supposed to do when your insanely hot divorce attorney leans over after you’ve signed your divorce papers and seductively whispers in your ear, “Give me a call if you want to know how it feels to be handled by a real man since you were clearly too much woman for him,” before sliding his business card over and walking out the door?
I mean, what do you do with that?
Sure, I’m tempted. I just lost a hundred and eighty pounds of stupid, cheating man. I deserve to treat myself.
The thing is, I think he might be too much man for me.
After all, he’s fifteen years my senior, though he doesn’t look it.
But the urge to learn what this seasoned pro could teach me proves irresistible.
And as it turns out, he’s a pro at a lot of things…like destroying people’s lives.
First of all…WOW! Where can I get one of those? Carter Van Gordon, I mean. He’s hot and sexy and knows what he wants. That would be his newly divorced client, Sloane Williams. There may be an age gap, but their chemistry is on target. Strap yourselves in folks, it’s a helluva hot and steamy ride!
Sloane’s asshat of a cheating husband is history and she’s ready to start over, but she never expected to get propositioned by her newly appointed divorce attorney. The moment she saw him at his desk with glasses, suspenders, and a sexy bow tie, she’s a goner. It’s too soon to start dating, right? I mean she just got divorced and needs to finish grad school and work two jobs. But her friends say to have fun and go for it. He’s more mature than her ex and exudes confidence which means experience in areas she is lacking. But he would be a rebound and she has a problem keeping her feelings out of a relationship. She’s not a love ’em and leave ’em type. He’s so appealing and so spontaneous and not like anyone she knows. But speaking from experience there is always a wrench in every relationship. And the wrench in this one is a doozy and unexpected. Can Sloane get past Carter’s transgression, or will it be over before it started?
I absolutely love Melanie Munton’s writing style. She makes me laugh, cry, and feel like I need to take a cold shower every time I pick up one of her books. Her characters are always sassy and strong and are not ashamed to show their vulnerabilities. Okay. So Sloane made a bad choice the first time around. She was young and naive and it happens to all of us. However, she needs to give herself credit for working her way through grad school and wanting to be a professor. That takes maturity and perseverance and I only wish I had the confidence she has at 23 years old. As for the yummy Carter Van Gordon. The man is so sexy and charming, and I fell for him the minute he walked into The Suckling Pig where Sloane works and crooked his finger at her. Holy cow! As for his past, my heart broke for him and it only made him even more human and endearing to me. The supporting characters of Sloane’s friends, Gretchen, Harper, and Quinn are a great addition and made me laugh so loud that my partner thinks I’m crazy!
Again, I can’t recommend Melanie Munton enough and this sexy and captivating romcom is my favorite so far. If you like immersing yourself in a fun, LOL provocative romance with characters you’ll never forget, give this book a try. Oh, and as someone who used to live on a golf course, I’ll never look at a tool shed the same again. 😉
Thank you to Ms. Munton once again for giving me the opportunity to review this book with no expectation of a positive review.
“I’m sorry, but whatever you think is going to happen here, it won’t.”
My God, what are you saying?! I thought we agreed to put an end to the stupidity streak!
Carter’s mouth tightens. “Why not?”
I’m so bewildered, I almost can’t come up with a good reason. “Look at me. Look at you. I’m dressed like a barmaid and working at a dive bar. Trust me, you don’t want to get involved with me.” I laugh mirthlessly. “I mean, Jesus. You saw it for yourself yesterday. My life is one big knot I’ve been trying to untangle for years. It’s messy.”
“Maybe I’m looking for messy.”
He pauses. The hazel in his eyes deepens, darkens. The depth I saw in them yesterday is making itself known.
He’s one intense layer after another. It takes quite a few years to acquire as many layers as I suspect he’s made of.
“Because I’ve learned that an orderly existence can be a boring one,” he eventually answers.
“You mean, you’ve learned that as a man of your age.”
I almost recoil at my words but stand my ground. If we’re going to lay our cards out on the table, we’re going to lay all of them out.
His upper lip curls. “And what do you think my age is, Sloane?”
The way he says my name is a problem. It’s far too…smooth and edgy at the same time. What’s more is that his expression every time he says it might as well broadcast the words baby, if you burn at the sound of your name on my lips, just wait until you feel what my tongue can do.
Just the thought of his tongue gliding along my bare skin almost sets me ablaze.
“Thirty-five,” I say.
“I’m thirty-eight. Is that a problem for you?”
He’s fifteen years older than me.
I should have a problem with that. I mean, that should be an issue. But why again?
Where’s my bitchy conscious when I need her now? That ho.
Hedging the question, I ask, “Is it a problem for you that I’ve only been legal to work in a place like this for two years?”
He slowly shakes his head. “Surprisingly, not one damn bit.”
Surprisingly? So, he’s as thrown off by this energy between us as I am? Okay, that makes me feel a little better.
Even more surprising, despite the age difference, I haven’t really felt a gap between us from the moment we met. For all the focus I’ve put on how out of my league he is, I’ve somehow felt on equal ground with him ever since we first locked eyes in his office. It’s strange. Our back-and-forth has felt easy, comfortable even. He hasn’t acted superior or looked down his nose at me. It’s probably the first time I’ve ever really understood that whole “age is just a number” thing.
Because Carter’s age hasn’t prevented me from feeling a connection with him.
Hasn’t snuffed out the flames I feel scalding my skin.
Hasn’t dulled the arousal I feel pooling in my belly.
As I stare at his ruggedly handsome face, framed by the almost boyish cowlick in his hair, I feel my guard weaken a touch. “What can I get you to drink?”
Sensing my temporary capitulation, he relaxes his posture. “Elijah Craig if you’ve got it. Neat.”
Of course, this man would order a not-fucking-around drink. Straight whiskey. No shortcut, no frills, no fuss. Just right to the hard stuff. Clearly, he’s a man that can handle a little burn, a little bite. One who takes life as seriously as he does his liquor but can also kick back when the time calls for it.
Damn. That’s attractive as hell.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Melanie grew up in a small town in rural Missouri. After marrying her husband, she decided she wanted to try coastal life because why not? A few months later, they moved to North Carolina where she discovered her passion for writing, and they never looked back. They are now enjoying life with their beautiful daughter in Savannah, GA and loving every minute with their little Georgia peach.
Melanie’s other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together…ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.