So you may ask, who is Adam Connor? He is the recently divorced, Academy Award-winning actor who just moved in next door with his kid. He also happens to be an exquisite male specimen and the most infuriating sly bastard I’ve ever come across.
Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year-old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure…
While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell.
After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack?
Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story.
Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year-old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure…
While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell.
After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack?
Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story.
Lucy, oh our dear Lucy.
After getting her heartbroken for the first and last time she's adamant that her family curse is real that the women in her family aren't meant to love or be loved.
When her boyfriend leaves her high and dry, leaving to another city miles away for a job, she moves in with her best friend Olive and her new husband Jason.
When Lucy finds out who is going to be living next door, she and Olive take it upon themselves to catch a glimpse at the newly divorced heart throb, movie star.
What was meant to be one peep, turned into an issue for our Lucy. She found herself climbing the ladder that she perched against the wall separating their gardens every day when Olive and Jason have to head to London for a premier on their new movie.
Only, it doesn't turn out as well as Lucy planned. She got a glimpse of the heart throb and managed to take pictures of his tight muscles up close and send them to her best friend.
Only, on the day Olive is returning home, Lucy is forced to jump the wall to save Adam Coopers son from drowning. Instead of being thanked, she's arrested. It didn't help that she had photos of both dad and son on her phone. Stalker alert much?
Well, that's how Adam saw her, even when it's explained to him what really happened.
Anyway, that is what fuels their hatred towards each other. Don't get me wrong, the hatred had more to do with the fact the two of them were off the charts hot for each other.
Their relationship wasn't easy and they had a long bumpy road ahead of them, but they did manage to get where they wanted. Only, Lucy doesn't make it easy for him, even explaining to him that she didn't do love, not anymore. She already got burnt once after all.
I also only had one problem with this book too.
It wasn't so much that the characters were written the same because they weren't. They all had different personalities. It was certain things... Like they both said sweetheart... the same endearments were said.
Then there was the sex scenes, although different places, different style, it felt like I was reading the same scenes from the previous book. They said the same things. It was weird.
4*
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