Published by Brazen, Entangled
Kat MacGregor has forty-eight hours to make good on the debt her ex-boyfriend owes a crime boss. Unfortunately, the measly tips she makes waitressing are barely enough for her to live on, much less cover the twenty-thousand needed to keep her breathing. With time running out, Kat 's forced to accept help from the only man who's ever made her feel fire rather than fear.
When he learns a friend's sister is in trouble, former Boston MMA fighter Aiden "Irish" O'Brien heads to Louisiana to offer himself up as collateral to keep her safe. But to satisfy the debt, he has to do the one thing he swore hed never do again: fight. With more than just money on the line, will Irish have what it takes to not only reclaim the man he once was, but become the man he needs to be for the woman he can't live without?
I get kinda stupid where Ms. Maxwell’s book are concerned. Stupid in that I just fell smackdab in LOVE with the H. Aiden “Irish” O’Brien may just be my favorite in this series so far. Aiden was delicious from the very beginning and his handling of Kat with such care completely turned me into a pile of goo. Ms. Maxwell has a history of turning me into goo. She’s consistent where the goo turning is concerned.
As though remembering he still needed to state his second stipulation, Irish cupped her cheek and stared deeply in her eyes in a way that both excited and unnerved her. “Let me kiss you, sweetheart.” His voice was a low rasp. He leaned in closer, the tip of his nose caressing hers, his lips a scant inch away. “Let me show you how good a real kiss can be. Will you let me do that, Kat? Will you let me kiss you good night?”
And I’m hearing his voice in that Boston Southie….accent. Panty melting for sure. “sweethaht”
At 80% I had to go to a family event and all I really wanted to do was take a private moment with the Mr. I mean really, as we were getting in the car, he asked me, “are you ok?” and my response was…”Um… I need a moment”….which, just cracked him up. As I tried to mentally gather myself enough to drive, I explained to him what (or whom) I’d rather be doing. The Mister’s eyebrows met his hairline and I could tell the wheels were turning in his head.
This isn’t going to be a very elegant review because this book made eyes ROLL BACK UP IN MY HEAD.
For real and all I want to do post quotes but that won’t accomplish much of anything but ruin it a bit for you.
I LOVE YOU, GINA L. MAXWELL.
*Ahem, sorry I had a fangirl moment.
Decide for yourself