WOW!!! This is one HOT book!
This is definitely a quick, erotic, story, but unlike other erotica, this seemed to actually HAVE a story attached to it.
I enjoyed reading Becky's inner thoughts and got a kick out of how she viewed certain things, specifically her best friend's mother.
While Grant's moral compass didn't point in a direction I would approve of in real-life, his actions throughout the book seemed very realistic (I'm trying not to spoil anything!!!).
I thought the ending was an absolutely PERFECT set-up for a subsequent book, which I would be VERY interested in reading! Isabel is a talented writer, and I am very curious to see where she would take this story!
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
This is definitely a quick, erotic, story, but unlike other erotica, this seemed to actually HAVE a story attached to it.
I enjoyed reading Becky's inner thoughts and got a kick out of how she viewed certain things, specifically her best friend's mother.
While Grant's moral compass didn't point in a direction I would approve of in real-life, his actions throughout the book seemed very realistic (I'm trying not to spoil anything!!!).
I thought the ending was an absolutely PERFECT set-up for a subsequent book, which I would be VERY interested in reading! Isabel is a talented writer, and I am very curious to see where she would take this story!
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
I was about to head back when the cottage’s front door opened behind me. “Becky?”
As ever, my skin tingled at the sound of Grant’s deep voice. At the sight of his tall, muscular frame, it heated into a blush I was glad he couldn’t see. He’d taken off his tuxedo jacket and cummerbund, and a few of his shirt buttons were undone. With his sleeves rolled up and his thick black hair dishevelled, he gave off an alluring after-party vibe.
“Sorry,” I said stupidly, realising he’d asked me a question. “I was out for a walk and didn’t know you were working.”
Grant perused my outfit before lifting his gaze to the sky. The stars that had illuminated my run to the swimming pool were nowhere to be seen. “It’s clouding over. I’ll find you something for the walk back.”
I frowned at his broad shoulders. No doubt Grant, too, thought I looked cheap, though he was too polite to say so. But he was right about one thing, if it rained more heavily I’d be soaked by the time I got to the house. The second I stepped into the low-ceilinged cottage my eyes widened. Polished oak floors strewn with colourful rugs and a terracotta colour scheme made the long structure seem like a cosy hideaway. A large desk and office paraphernalia occupied the space near the door, and the opposite end was dominated by a Victorian fireplace. The three-seater sofa in front of it looked like the perfect place to curl up with a good book.
“I love it,” I exclaimed.
“It used to be the gardener’s cottage.”
“It’s warm and bright and not at all like—” Oops.
“Like the main house,” Grant finished wryly. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. Kate has full reign up there, but here I’m the boss.”
As ever, my skin tingled at the sound of Grant’s deep voice. At the sight of his tall, muscular frame, it heated into a blush I was glad he couldn’t see. He’d taken off his tuxedo jacket and cummerbund, and a few of his shirt buttons were undone. With his sleeves rolled up and his thick black hair dishevelled, he gave off an alluring after-party vibe.
“Sorry,” I said stupidly, realising he’d asked me a question. “I was out for a walk and didn’t know you were working.”
Grant perused my outfit before lifting his gaze to the sky. The stars that had illuminated my run to the swimming pool were nowhere to be seen. “It’s clouding over. I’ll find you something for the walk back.”
I frowned at his broad shoulders. No doubt Grant, too, thought I looked cheap, though he was too polite to say so. But he was right about one thing, if it rained more heavily I’d be soaked by the time I got to the house. The second I stepped into the low-ceilinged cottage my eyes widened. Polished oak floors strewn with colourful rugs and a terracotta colour scheme made the long structure seem like a cosy hideaway. A large desk and office paraphernalia occupied the space near the door, and the opposite end was dominated by a Victorian fireplace. The three-seater sofa in front of it looked like the perfect place to curl up with a good book.
“I love it,” I exclaimed.
“It used to be the gardener’s cottage.”
“It’s warm and bright and not at all like—” Oops.
“Like the main house,” Grant finished wryly. “Don’t worry, I’m not offended. Kate has full reign up there, but here I’m the boss.”
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Thanks for hosting my story and so pleased that you enjoyed it! I'll try to pop in later to answer any questions about the book! All the best, Isabel
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ReplyDeleteHow do you relax after long hours of writing?
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DeleteI play boardgames with my family, or watch something fantastical which will catapult me out of my writing world. Like Game of Thrones. Failing that, a margarita or three does not go amiss! All the best, Isabel
nice review
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