Peyton Waters, 29, heads an accounting
department for a Texas based company. When she meets a sexy British guy who she hits
it off with, she has no idea how complicated things are about to get. Simon
Granger, 30, is known as the Iceman due to his emotionless approach to his job
of acquiring companies for his boss. But upon meeting Peyton, he gets a crash
course in feelings.
What I found most refreshing about this
story is how Petyon and Simon are both ‘quite
single.’ Even though that sounds
like a no-brainer for a romance book, it’s surprisingly hard to find. There’s
no past romantic relationship baggage, no jealous scheming exes, no OW/OM
drama, and it made the romance so much more enjoyable. This is simply a story about two mature adults
negotiating an ethically borderline work romance with a time stamp.
“It was amazing how much more quickly a
twenty-five hour ride went when you spent most of it having sex….I was sure
Simon had been inside me in every single state we’d driven through.”
In between what I found to be the cute
scenes that make up their initial meeting in the beginning and Peyton’s “arrival”
at the end are plenty of sultry encounters to keep the romance heated.
But mostly, I really liked Peyton and
Simon. And Emma! It’s always a plus to see strong, intelligent women portrayed
in romance. And then Simon rolled off
with this:
“‘…it’s an archaic, misogynist view that
women can’t hold positions once dominate by men. In fact, I’d argue their view
makes the assumption that no man in the same position should put his family first.
That because he’s a man, he wouldn’t want to have an active involvement and be
an equal partner in the parenting of the children.’”
Yep, that’s the kind of man who should
take the lead in a romance every day!
Now I won’t say there aren't some
“antagonists” in this tale, although thankfully it stayed low-angst and didn't
fall prey to predictable drama. In fact, I was just as invested in the business
subplot as I was the romance, to the point I really wanted to see some heads
roll.
Told via Peyton and Simon’s alternating
first person POV, this is an opposites-attract office romance. Emma’s
story is the next book in this standalone series.
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~Excerpt~
As I unloaded my full carry basket onto the belt, I
couldn’t help noticing the man in front me who was wearing a charcoal gray
suit. He was attractive, but what instantly perked up my ears was his
British accent. That wasn’t something one often heard in this suburban
town outside of Dallas, Texas.
He was talking to the elderly
cashier, who I knew as Laverne, about lacking the identification necessary
to buy the bottle of champagne she was holding in her hand.
“You have my word I’m over the legal
drinking age, whatever that may be here in Texas.”
Laverne adjusted her thick glasses
and shook her head. “Unless you have some sort of identification proving
it, honey, I can’t sell it to you.”
He
searched the inside pocket of his suit. “Unfortunately, my passport is
back in my hotel room. Is there any chance you could give me the bottle
now, and I could return tomorrow with my ID?”
Nice try, I thought, but then realized the words
had inadvertently slipped out loud. When his ice-blue eyes focused on me,
my body immediately responded. Because the eyes were only part of what
made up his gorgeous face, now turned in my direction.
Damn, David Gandy had nothing on his
younger version, for sure. The man’s mouth turned up in a slight smile
towards me before he sighed at Laverne, seemingly recognizing that her
cataracts and sour expression made any use of his charms a wasted effort.
Taking pity, I stepped up. “Hey,
Laverne, how about I pay for the bottle? I have my ID if you need it.”
She hesitated and then glared when
Brexy, my new mingled word for British and sexy, pulled out his wallet,
probably to front me the money.
“You keep your wallet and your cash
where it is, honey. What you two do in private ain’t none of my business,
but don’t be doing it in front of me. Rules are rules.”
Brexy and I exchanged arched brows
at Laverne’s suggestive way of putting it, but he stowed his wallet and
said, “Understood. I promise to, uh, finish this transaction in private.”
Now he was smirking. The expression
suited his handsome features very well. I had to bite my lip to keep from
laughing out loud.
“Good.”
As Laverne scanned my items, she
started chatting. “Making snickerdoodles with the girls tonight?” She
directed the question towards me.
“Yes. Sure am.” I noticed the man’s
gaze flick over to my left hand. Subtle he was not. Then again, neither
was I. “My three nieces,” I offered, feeling like an idiot for needing to
clarify that point.
“You don’t need her identification,
I take it?” he inquired, making room for me to slide my credit card at the
terminal in front of us.
Laverne tsked “I’ve known Peyton
here for nearly the twenty-nine years she’s been on this earth, so I’m
quite aware of her age without needing proper identification.” She handed
me the receipt after bagging everything and added, “She’s also quite
single.”
And with that, she was moving on to
the next customer.
I shook my head over her use
of the word ‘quite’ in front of single. Because ‘single’ wasn’t enough,
she had to add the word ‘quite,’ making it sound as if I couldn’t possibly
be more single.
Small
towns. Gotta love ‘em.
