Maggie Reads Romance

It's been a while since I read a Tessa Bailey Brazen and boy did I miss them! BTMOH is on sexy and hot book! My reader was on fire from the first scene on the patio right to the one in the solarium. But it's not just sexy and hot. In between the heat you get a real feel for the characters and their emotions. Back stories are delivered in bits and pieces and when they're put together you realize there's so much more to them than meets the eye at first glance. I love how she makes her characters take the journey from mere sexy, dirty heat to genuine feelings and how they sometimes unwillingly form an emotional bond that seems unbreakable.

Seriously! No one, NO ONE writes dirty talking heroes like Tessa Bailey. Her writing of the men who just ooze with possesiveness, protectiveness and so much of the good dirty they leap off the pages and demand you embrace them and allow them to take hold of your attention. But let's not forget the women that bring these men to their knees because as much as I was entranced by Reed in BTMOH, Julie definitely kept her own and gave as good as she got.

If you're a Tessa Bailey fan, this book should not be missed. It contains everything I love about her books and then some. She makes you feel hot and mushy at the same time and that's exactly how I want to feel when reading my romances.

Memorable Scenes:
- the one in the restaurant, on the ladder > are there words to describe how hot that was?
- the one at the hot spring > OMFG that was seriously hot!
- the one with the striptease > Djeez, I don't know how I survived the heat in that scene!

Favorite Quotes:
Settling his hands on either side of her, he brought his body within inches of hers. “I don’t do hair, pixie,” he rasped against her ear. “Unless you’d like it pulled.”

“I assure you, my sweet spot will remain a secret to you, no matter what rolls off your tongue.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Set in stone.”
“Come closer, then.” He crooked his finger at her. “Let
me talk in your ear for a while and we’ll see if you can keep your secrets, pixie.”

“Any other day, I’d let you get away with that little stunt. Not today. Not when winning means a private striptease from the girl who’s been keeping my cock permanently hard. A striptease that ends in me fucking her into next week.”

Once again, he’d had Julie in his arms, holding his pitiful, broken body against hers. For a brief second in time, he’d felt healed. Redeemed. Then he’d said something unforgivable. As if some subconscious, terrified part of him wanted to drive her away, when consciously, all he wanted was to crush her to him. Absorb her scent. Her light. Never let her go.