Series: Chase Brothers #2
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Kelsie Reed is over bad luck and bad men. Newly dumped, she’s now the pathetically single maid of honor in her sister's wedding—and her ex is the best man. Her bad luck continues when a plumbing meltdown in her apartment sends her sexy neighbor running to her rescue. He’s got "serial dater" written all over him, which is unfortunate because the man is hot.
Sawyer Chase loves women, but settling down? He’ll leave that to his brothers. But when Kelsie confesses she’s a dating disaster and is about to become the laughing stock of her family wedding, Sawyer takes control. He's got one week to teach her how to land the man of her dreams, and he’ll do it on her terms: no touching, no kissing, and definitely nothing more.
But some rules need to be broken, especially when, for once, there’s something on the line worth fighting for…
For Seven Nights Only
I nearly gave up on For Seven Nights Only about 15% in not because its poorly written or anything but because it was predictable. Now, don’t get me wrong, I read a lot of predictable books and there is nothing wrong with reliability. But, this wasn’t a trope I was particularly fond of either. But, I kept reading, ready to DNF it at any moment. Then I finished the book in 1 night. Yep, I went from DNF to finished in one sitting. Was is predictable? Yep. But I found that I liked Sawyer and Kelsie. I liked that they were both falling for each other but didn’t want to admit it because they could get hurt. I loved the dates he planned for her because they were PERFECT. Sawyer says some epically stupid things at times, but he makes up for them in an epically awesome way. Bottom line-I’m glad I didn’t give up on this book because it was a perfect feel good romance that I will happily recommend to everyone! (PS-A better title would have been For Seven Dates Only since thats really what the deal is-the book takes place over more than 1 week)
- POV: 3rd
- Tears: No
- Trope: Fake Relationship, Fish out of Water
- Triggers: No
- Cliffhanger: No
- HEA: View Spoiler »Yes « Hide Spoiler
The Heat of the Moment by Katie Rose, The Consequences of Loving Colton by Rachel Van Dyken, Love on the Ledge by Zoradia Cordova…then you will probably like For Seven Nights Only!
Sarah and her husband of what he calls “many long, long years” live on the mid-Atlantic coast with their six young children, all of whom are perfectly adorable when they’re asleep. She never dreamed of becoming an author, but as a homeschooling mom, she often jokes she writes fiction because if she wants anyone to listen to her, she has to make them up. (As it turns out, her characters aren’t much better than the kids). When not buried under piles of laundry, she may be found adrift in the Atlantic (preferably on a boat) or seeking that ever-elusive perfect writing spot where not even the kids can find her.
She loves creating unforgettable stories while putting her characters through an unkind amount of torture—a hobby that has nothing to do with living with six children. (Really.) Though she adores sexy contemporary romance, Sarah writes in many genres including historical and ghostly supernatural romance and romantic suspense.
Kelsie crossed her arms. Raindrops fell and staggered lazily to the valley that formed between her breasts. “So in other words, you’re worried someone will treat me, I don’t know, the way you would? Given half the chance, I mean.”
“Believe me,” Sawyer said darkly, “I got the message about that yesterday.”
The tinge of hurt in his voice caught her off guard. “I should thank you—”
“You’re so goddamned beautiful,” he said. He stood there in the spitting mist, like he didn’t notice the rain, staring at her like she represented some mystery he didn’t understand. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
And then she realized something. “That’s not one of your lines, is it? You really believe I’m beautiful?”
She waited for a smile. A laugh. Anything to break the moment into manageable pieces, but instead it loomed, scary big. And she wasn’t sure why. Not until she realized he was going to kiss her.
And that she wanted him to.
The light staccato of rain hitting the pavement didn’t come close to drowning the beat of her heart. She watched him close the distance and convinced herself the tremble that overtook her was the cold. Definitely not him. Not with the warmth of the fingers that threaded through her wet hair, capturing her breath. He paused there, his head slanted inches from hers, giving her every chance in the world to stop him. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Instead, her brown eyes fluttered closed under the heat of his green ones, and it was all the invitation he needed. His lips touched hers, a soft brush that left her shaky and needy. Wanting more. And he gave it. He slanted his head, and on the heels of her gasp he deepened the kiss. Slowly, passionately, he tasted her. No games. No teasing. Just an all-consuming desire that had her melting into him, electricity coursing through her like lightning while she stood, drenched, in a damned puddle.
Dangerous was an understatement.
The last shred of restraint she harbored thinned and snapped, and she gave in. Gave fully. Couldn’t breathe from her want of him.
When the kiss broke, she was left breathless. Bewildered. And it wasn’t just her. The look on his face suggested he’d been hit by the same truck.
“This isn’t a good idea,” she managed. “We were drinking.” Rain fogged her glasses, but something else fogged her head. Something that had absolutely nothing to do with the alcohol she no longer felt and everything to do with the kiss she still did. Touching her fingertips to her lips didn’t erase the mark he’d left on her, and she had a feeling that no amount of standing in the rain would remedy that. She swallowed hard under his silent, lingering scrutiny and fought an ache that shouldn’t be anywhere near their corner of the rain-soaked world. “We just shouldn’t.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice impassive.
Clearly they were on the same page.
So why did she suddenly feel so alone?