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Denise Grover Swank has another hit on her hands. If you've read her other books, then the name Kevin Vandemeer may seem familiar to you. He is Megan's brother and his story is just as hilarious as hers was. Holly was his perfect match and I really enjoyed their story. I give it a solid 5 stars and will be reading this book again.
BOOK INFORMATION
Title: Only You
Author: Denise Grover Swank
On Sale: October 25, 2016
Series: The Bachelor Brotherhood, #1
Publisher: Forever
Mass Market: $6.99 USD
eBook: $3.99 USD
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The
first book in a spin-off from Denise Grover Swank's New York Times
bestselling Wedding Pact series (The Wedding
Pact, The Player, The Gambler, The Valentine)
“Warm and funny, the first book in the Bachelor
Brotherhood series reads like a great Hollywood rom-com.” –iBooks Best Books of
June
Never say never…Romance isn't an option for Holly
Greenwood. With her wedding planner career on the line she needs to stay
focused, and that means pleasing her demanding boss, not getting distracted by
her mind-alteringly hot neighbor…
Ex-Marine Kevin Vandemeer craves normalcy. Instead,
he has a broken-down old house in need of a match and some gasoline, a meddling
family, and the uncanny ability to attract the world's craziest women. At least
that last one he can fix: he and his buddies have made a pact to swear off
women, and this includes his sweetly sexy new neighbor.
After one hot night that looks a whole lot like a
disaster in the light of day, Kevin and Holly are about to learn that true love
doesn't play by the rules…
Kevin wasn’t sure why he was
surprised Holly was here. She was a wedding planner, and from what he’d seen so
far, she was a damn good one.
He’d been on his way out of the
room, needing a breather from the noise and the chaos of the reception when
he’d seen her at the table. He hadn’t planned on asking her to dance—hell, he
hated to dance—but he’d been desperate for a reason to talk to her.
When he sat back down at the table,
Tyler wore a smirk. “Crashed and burned, huh? I thought you were going to the
bathroom to take a piss.”
“I was. I just happened to run into
a friend.”
“Run into a friend, my ass. I
thought we’d sworn off women. I’ve held up my end of the bachelor brotherhood.
And let me add that I had no idea my balls could turn this blue.”
“She’s a friend,” Kevin said,
trying not to sound irritated and feed any more fuel to the fire.
“She’s his neighbor,” Matt said,
taking a sip of his beer, and giving Kevin a pointed look. “They’re friends.”
Tyler burst out laughing. “You got friend-zoned?”
“No,” Kevin said slowly, picking up
his drink, surprised Matt hadn’t told Tyler about the situation he’d stumbled
upon. “I was the one who said I wanted
to be friends.”
“Why?” Tyler asked, watching Holly
with a little more interest than Kevin liked. “She’s hot. Do you know if she’s
seeing anyone?”
“No.” Kevin’s irritation grew.
Tyler stood and adjusted his tie, a
smirk lighting up his eyes. “Screw the brotherhood. I think I’ll go over and
introduce myself.”
Kevin was up in a flash. “I don’t
think so.”
“Why not?” he looked surprised.
“She looks like she’d be worth a short break from my hiatus from women.”
Kevin stepped in front of his path,
his jaw set. “Because you’re a prick who will use her and toss her aside and
she deserves a helluva lot better than that.”
Matt was up in an instant, grabbing
Kevin’s arm. “Why don’t we get some air?”
“You like her,” Tyler said, slack
jawed.
“Of course he likes her,” Matt
said. “For someone so smart, sometimes you’re an idiot.”
“In my defense,” Tyler said. “He
said they were friends.”
“Okay,” Matt said slowly. “When was
the last time you convinced a woman
to be just a friend?”
“Never.”
“I rest my case, counselor.”
Tyler sat back down, and Matt
tugged on Kevin’s sleeve to get him to join them.
“I can’t believe you didn’t last even a single
week,” Tyler said.
“He didn’t last a single day,” Matt told him. “He slept with her
the night after our agreement to remain single.”
Tyler burst out laughing. “For a
tough-ass former Marine, I expected you to be the last holdout, man. At least a
week or two.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
New York Times and USA
Today bestselling author Denise Grover Swank was born in Kansas City,
Missouri and lived in the area until she was nineteen. Then she became a
nomadic gypsy, living in five cities, four states and ten houses over the
course of ten years before she moved back to her roots. She speaks English and
smattering of Spanish and Chinese, which she learned through an intensive Nick
Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include witty (in her own mind) Facebook
comments and dancing in her kitchen with her children. (Quite badly if you
believe her offspring.) Hidden talents include the gift of justification and
the ability to drink massive amounts of caffeine and still fall asleep within
two minutes. Her lack of the sense of smell allows her to perform many
unspeakable tasks. She has six children and hasn't lost her sanity. Or so she
leads you to believe.
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Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over twenty books in contemporary and paranormal romance and romantic suspense, including the Hard Ink and upcoming Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. She lives in Maryland with her husband, two daughters, and cute-but-bad dog, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.
This book was a cute look into the lives of some of the previous couples we've met. I found myself laughing repeatedly. These recipes look fantastic and I can't wait to have an excuse to try some of them. I give this book a solid 4 stars for the cute stories. 
NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog int eh world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance and urban fantasy that she found the stories of her heart. She likes to find humor in the strangest places and believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome, or foursome may seem.
Suzanne Johnson is family-trained, a south Georgia native who’s been cooking all of her life, creating not only some really unique food, but precious memories that re-occur every time she smells something simmering in the oven. In all of her books, Suzanne shows that making a delicious meal doesn’t have to be complicated — it just has to be made with love. So go ahead, don’t be bashful, dive right in. Who knows? You might just make a few memories of your own.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED this book! Theo and Erin's story is one I have been anticipating for quite some time and with the drama surrounding the two of them it was bound to be a fantastic story. Well, Lexi Blake delivers on all of the build up. I don't want to give the story away, but I do highly recommend it. It will make more sense if you've read a few of the books prior, but I think readers can get the gist of the story without doing so. This story gets a solid 5 stars from me and I can't wait for the next book in this series.
Theo took the stairs as quickly as he could. He knew where he was going, but he wasn’t going to think about it. For the first time since he’d gotten home, he didn’t care about his past or figuring out who he’d been. He wanted. He wanted something right now and that felt good.
She’d been right. There wasn’t a place for guilt here.
He strode up the stairs, her weight comforting in his arms. Yeah, he wasn’t going to think about that either. He was going to enjoy it, not wonder why his body remembered her when his mind would not.
“Hey, is everything okay?”
Damn it. Case was standing at the top of the stairs, obviously having come out of the privacy rooms. His wife was at his side, her face flushed. Mia had sex hair. Good for them. Red was about to have sex hair, too. Lots of filthy sex hair. “Everything’s great. Night.”
Case put a hand on his shoulder. “Whoa. I thought you were going to take this slow, brother.”
“If you don’t get your hand off him right this second, Taggart, I am going to ensure that you never have children,” Red said, her eyes narrowing on his brother. “You won’t be able to cock block anyone because you won’t have a damn cock. Am I clear?”
Case’s hands came up immediately as though he knew that tone and was not going there. “Trying to help.”
“Three is clean and has plenty of condoms. We’re taking a monitor turn up here. I checked all the rooms.” Mia grinned at him. She actually was helpful. “Have fun and we’ll see you at home.”
He didn’t bother to look back. Case could give him a lecture later. He wasn’t waiting anymore. He’d waited forever. Even when he couldn’t remember her face, he’d known she was there. He’d felt her, or rather he’d felt her absence.
Could he truly be with a woman whose name he couldn’t think without hurting her?
It didn’t matter. He wasn’t making those decisions tonight. He was enjoying her. His sub. He was bringing her pleasure and he probably should do a good job of it because his sub was fucking mean.
And fragile. He’d seen the moment she’d thought he was rejecting her. He’d watch her skin flush and her body start to turn in on itself. She was such a mix of strength and need. It was intoxicating. He wanted so badly to be the man who gave her what she needed.
Affection. Pleasure. Comfort.
Love—he wasn’t thinking that word tonight. Nope. Pleasure was way better.
He kicked out lightly at the partially open door number three. It looked like Mia had done her job. The room was perfectly clean, the lighting soft and romantic. The best thing about this room though was the complete lack of any of his friends or family being here.
It was him and her, and that was exactly what he wanted. No Ian. No Li. No Kai asking them hundreds of questions. Him and her and the night.
He tossed her on the bed and stood back, looking down at her. “Tell me why you thought I was rejecting you.”
The instant she hit the bed, she was up on her knees. So graceful. So deadly. What the hell was this woman like out in the field? She moved like a predator, but the look on her face was pure sarcasm. “Uhm, your words. That’s what sealed it for me. ‘I don’t want to do this’ is generally considered a rejection.”
Somehow she managed to put an unsaid “dumbass” on the end of her sentences. Not all of them. She’d been perfectly sweet most of the night, but she could turn it on when she wanted to. “I didn’t mean that. When I said the words, I watched you change. Why? You’re good at slapping people down. I wouldn’t have said that until today.”
“Because I’ve been careful around you,” she admitted.
“Why? You think I’m delicate?”
Her lips curled up. “I don’t think you’re delicate. I think I’m a lot to take, but I also am starting to believe I was wrong. You like me rough.”
“I like you a lot.” More than he could ever tell her.
