Megan Perl went from beauty to beast when a car accident left her permanently scarred. Before, Megan was outgoing and vivacious, always with a man at her side. Now? She spends more time behind a camera than in front of it. She’s ready to turn her hobby into something more by offering photography sessions at the castle where she works. This year is dedicated to her career, not men. If only she wasn’t so crazy-attracted to the cowboy who’s renting the stable on the castle grounds…
Jake Reardon is no stranger to tragedy. After a fall left his bride in a coma on their wedding day, he was forced to watch her slowly fade away in a hospital bed. Now, he finds himself in the unwelcome position of virgin widower. At Rosemont Castle, he can finally focus on establishing his career as a horse trainer. The only problem is that his new landlady makes him hotter than the Virginia sun.
Sparks fly every time Jake and Megan cross paths, but there’s no way he’s going to lose his virginity with the woman who manages the property he’s leasing. As their attraction grows, though, so do their emotions. Jake carries his scars inside, but Megan has to wear hers for the world to see. Can love heal their wounds, or will it tear them apart?
I hate to say it but I do love romance books. Anything to do with hunky cowboys is bound to be interesting. Unfortunately Rachel Lacey is not Susan Elizabeth Phillips and this book is definitely not Honeymoon * Susan Elizabeth Phillips or Ain’t She Sweet * Susan Elizabeth Phillips. At least the main guy was hot.
What really bugs me though about this book is how mellow it is. Not a whirlwind romance at all, it’s mostly he falls in love with her because she’s available and pretty.
“Very much so,” he said, his eyes gleaming with a kind of heat that left little doubt as to the truth of his words. “It’s just…I haven’t dated since my wife, and I think it might not be a good idea for us to go there, you know, now that I’m living here.”
“Right,” she said, nodding. “You’re definitely right. It could be tricky. And…maybe you’re not even ready.”
“I might not be.”
To save you a 200 page read, here’s the only interesting thing that happens between foster dogs and horse-talk.
How a 28-year old cowboy lost his virginity
“I’ll be gentle with you,” she whispered.
“Baby, I don’t want gentle.” He lowered his hips, and his cock brushed against her. His eyes almost rolled back his head at that simple contact. He hoped he didn’t embarrass himself by coming before he even got inside her. But, after twenty-eight years of anticipation, he supposed he was entitled to be in a hurry. Carefully, he guided himself to her entrance, pausing there to meet her eyes, making sure she was ready.
“The moment you’ve been waiting for.” She grinned up at him, her eyes gleaming in the reflection of the lamp.
“Oh yeah.” He pushed slowly inside, groaning the whole way. It was impossibly better than he’d imagined, the feel of her hot and tight around him, gripping him from base to tip. “Fuuuuuck.”
“Good?” she panted, arching her back so that their chests pressed together.
“Good is such an inadequate word.” He withdrew and plunged back in, sending shockwaves of sensation through his body. And then he was pounding into her, hard and fast, completely overwhelmed by the need burning up his spine, filling his balls and tingling its way into his cock. Frantic, he reached between them and began to stroke her, desperate to make sure he didn’t run off and leave her at the finish line.
“Oh God,” she moaned, moving beneath him, her tits bouncing with every thrust of his body into hers.
“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes.” He heard the words coming out of his mouth, and then Megan’s body clamped down on him, a sharp cry echoing on her lips as she started to come, taking him
with her. “Oh yeah, baby, that’s it…yesssssss.” He groaned as release tore through him in hot waves that seemed to shake him from head to foot. His hips bucked against her as he came.
Afterward, he dropped to the bed beside her, one arm thrown over his face, his whole body limp and shaking.
“So, what did you think?” Megan asked, amusement lacing her tone.
“Sorry, can’t talk because my brain just exploded.”
She laughed, soft and throaty. “I thought that was a different part of your anatomy.”
“Yeah, that too.” He rolled toward her, brushing away a lock of silky brown hair. “All kidding aside, that was amazing, and not just because it was my first time.”
All in all, the book didn’t do anything for me, very slow pace and the characters were bland af. Hey, maybe it’s just me but I’ve read trashy novels with better character development than a 2D paper-model.
About the Author
Rachel Lacey is an award-winning contemporary romance author and semi-reformed travel junkie. She’s been climbed by a monkey on a mountain in Japan, gone scuba diving on the Great Barrier Reef, and camped out overnight in New York City for a chance to be an extra in a movie. These days, the majority of her adventures take place on the pages of the books she writes. She lives in warm and sunny North Carolina with her family and a variety of rescue pets.