“I think I get it. If a butterfly were to land on you, its touch would be so delicate that you would wonder if it had really happened at all, or if it was merely your mind fantasizing that such a rare beauty would honor you with the gift of their touch.”
A gorgeous man uttering such poetry temporarily short circuited my brain. Catching myself doing the slack-jawed fan-girl thing, I quickly snapped my mouth shut and averted my gaze to a nonthreatening cement turtle by the edge of the gazebo.
“Yep,” I muttered to the turtle. “I think you’ve got it.”
Unfortunately for my last remaining shred of dignity, Greyson wasn’t done with his tutorial. He closed the distance between us with a burning hunger blazing in his eyes. A hot flush rose in my cheeks, creeping clear up to my earlobes as his sculpted body skimmed against mine. Toned, rigid perfection only a few thin layers of fabric away …
“What are you doing?” My voice failed me, coming out in a raspy yelp.
“Making sure I’ve got this right.” Temptation, of the most carnal variety, emanated off of him. His focused gaze followed the curve of my lips, the lift of one brow promising toe-curling fun.
It had been a really long time since someone had looked at me like that. Much less one of the sexiest men on the planet. That almost never happened.
“Aiden wouldn’t grab Paige, wouldn’t pull her to him.” Raising one hand, he traced the length of my arm with two fingers.
Starting at my wrist, he worked his way up. His skin never actually made contact, but whispered over mine in an electrifying rush that rolled and built. Bowing his head, his silky locks tickled my cheek. Hot breath teased over my collarbone, awakening a need so powerful my hands curled into tight fists at my sides. Agonizingly slow, he raised his head. The blissful torment of his lips teased over mine, setting the veil of energy between us alive with desire.
“He wouldn’t want to crush her lips with his need,” he murmured against my mouth, “but would wait … patiently for her to close that last … remaining … space.”
First of all, The characters were really likable. They were cute and quirky yet funny and sassy. Their dialogue really saves this book from the predictability I was sure was coming. From the reporter, to Bree, Grayson, Kole, the expected funny BFF, Tandy, to the gay guy, to the macho Hispanic guy(which sounds stupid, but it really works, I promise). Each and one of them, just worked and came to life for me. I think this is why I was able to read it so quickly.
The storyline, although predictable, was cute enough to make me want to finish instead of throwing in the towel. Does at make sense?…..mkay, well……It does to me. I think the author does a great job, reconstructing the growing pains an author must encounter when their novel baby gets optioned for the big screen. I do have to give the writing props for being honest, in depicting the frustration Bree encounters. It was done very well.
Now, honestly, what kept me hooked was the fluidity of the dialogue. The writing was outstanding. I really wish it would have a been a less, “cliched/predictable” storyline bc, the writing was on point. The use of figurative language, metaphors and similes, was SO freaking good!!!! It was just good. As an English major, those are things that stand out for me. It was well written, and that in itself, is half the battle.
