He’s dirty – no chaser.Billionaire Hunter Knox hired me to save his family bourbon business: I’ve won the big pitch, but now trouble is only just beginning. I’m on a tightrope trying to keep my career from crashing out like a coed after a dozen jaeger shots, and I’ve made it clear to Hunter, our sexy one-night fling can’t be repeated.So what does the guy do? Turns around and starts dating my sister.
Pour me a double.
This installment had me terrified. Nervous. Tapping my fingers on the side table. Chewing on my nail. ok, you get it: I was uncomfortably reading and praying that Hunter wasn’t really dating Ally’s sister. Or is he?! Fuckity fuck fuck!
Despite Ally’s inability to force the truth through her lips that YES she is fucking jealous and NO she doesn’t want Hunter even looking at her sister, I still liked her. Because she’s brilliant, and frankly – I get her. Her insecurities are fed by her mother (as only a mother could) and force her actions. She doesn’t mean to neglect herself – she’s been trained to always come in second. However, Hunter’s not quite done with her, no matter what she says.
We’re once again treated to a cold splash of straight Hunter. If that were a drink I’d drown myself in it. The heat is turned way up and I gratefully lapped up every scene. The chemistry is perfectly seasoned and sweetly sensual. *licks lips*
I also laughed my fucking ass off because Lila is one of the funniest goddamn geniuses I have ever had the pleasure to read. There are so many laugh-out-loud scenes that I almost felt bad at Ally’s misfortune. Almost. It also helps that her characters are easily lovable and spill from the pages. So good!
This series has me licking the drops from the bottom of the glass. Funny AND sexy, Billionaire With a Twist 2 is rich with everything you want….except for the ending – ah! Save me, Book 3!
[I received an ARC of this book in exchange for an honest review]
someone from work ever found our dirty texts, I could claim someone else
had sent them from my phone, but how that hypothetical someone had got
their hands on a topless shot of me would be much harder to explain
where my colleagues weren’t untrustworthy sexist shitheads, and sent
‘miss u’ instead.
together, Hunter and I had been keeping our conversations strictly
sexy, and far, far away from feelings territory.
of the stable footage, Sandra keeps having to ice her hand to stop it
cramping up…” I trailed off, and then laughed. “How do you do that?”
voice over a phone line, I blushed fire-engine red. “And you’ve shown me
a few as well.”
way with an urgent development…I rose swiftly and locked it. “Care to
see if those powers work over the phone?”
sweet honey grin as he took in the meaning of my words. “I surely