This last installment of Clay and Julia's story picks up right where it was left at the end of NIGHT AFTER NIGHT. And it ended at a rough pace for Julia. She couldn't give Clay what he wanted (her secret, her baggage from the past) and he breaks it off. And now Lauren Blakely has a little under 300 pages to make it right again and give me their HEA.
The plot gets more intersting with each book and I was wondering how Julia was going to fix the mess she unwillingly was mixed up in. Well, it was fixed and I loved how Lauren Blakely did it! Loved the conflict at the end and adored the resolution. It could have turned into a standard resolution but it wasn't. I was truly impressed with how it all played out.
AFTER THIS NIGHT was my favorite of the three stories about Julia and Clay and it was the perfect conclusion. I loved everything: the plot, the characters (including all the secondary ones), the writing, the sexy scenes...everything! I'm also looking forward to the next book in this series as these 3 books have catapulted it straight to my fave series list. I'm hoping for stories on Cam and Liam as they really caught my eye.
- the one with the phone call > uh huh you know exactly what kind of call I'm talking about! HOLY HOTNESS!
- the one in the bathroom at the wedding reception > DOUBLE HOLY HOTNESS!
- the one with the blindfold on the balcony > Clay simply killed me!
Then he saw a new email land in his inbox. From her. The subject line gave nothing away: Hi. But Pavlovian response kicked in, and he opened it before he could think. Because seeing her name still felt like a damn good thing, still held the promise of a sexy note, a naughty line, or a sweet nothing. But more than any of those options, it held the promise of her.
And his perfect hold on not thinking about Julia slipped through his fingers. One mention, one reminder of how he felt for her, and she came roaring back to the front of his mind. It was like a truck had slammed into his body, the weight and pressure of the memory of the woman he craved.
“What do you like about the way I kiss you?”
“Everything. Every single thing. Your lips are soft, and your stubble is rough, and you know exactly how to kiss me and make me melt for you,” she said, and something about her voice was different this time; needier, hungrier.
Now that he was here with her, he wasn’t thinking with his gut. He wasn’t thinking at all. He was feeling.
His whole body was humming, vibrating at a frequency only she could sense. His skin sizzled, and blood rushed hot through his veins. Nearness to her was an aphrodisiac.
“Don’t get any funny ideas, Mister.”
“It wasn’t a funny idea. More like a dirty one,” he said with a sly grin.
Electricity charged through her under his gaze. She wanted him to eat her up, to taste her, to touch her all over. Everywhere—this man needed to be everywhere on her body, in her body, in her heart, in her mind.
“She laughed. “You want me to whip up an impromptu cocktail? You don’t even like mixed drinks.”
“I might if you made me one, but I’d probably just want to lick it off of you,” he said, his dark eyes raking over her.
“I assure you, I would lick it off you sober, drunk, bone-tired, or sick as a dog,” he whispered in her ear, flicking the tip of his tongue over her earlobe.
“I’m changing your name to Captain PDA.”