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This wasn't a book club; it was a manhunt.
Olivia couldn't believe she'd fallen for it. Actually she couldn't believe she'd thrown herself headfirst into it. She'd read the assigned book. Twice. She'd downloaded important discussion points. Made detailed notes. Marked up the pages. And finally, before walking into the brewery, she'd sat in her car for ten minutes, pumping herself up for this first foray into a girls-only gathering.
They're just women like me, she'd assured herself. No need to be intimidated. You'll fit right in because you'll all have the book in common.
Now here she was, sitting in the barroom of Donovan Brothers Brewery, listening to seven women discuss their current dating lives and sexual adventures. And Olivia, having no dating life or adventurous sex to contribute, sat there like a bump on a log, the book club selection clutched tight in her tense fingers.
It wasn't that she'd never had girlfriends. She'd had a best friend in high school. And one in college. And then then she'd had her husband. Her ex was as close as she'd gotten to a best friend in the past ten years, and he'd failed pretty spectacularly at that.
She needed girlfriends, and she needed them fast.
When Gwen Abbey had invited her to join her book club, olivia had felt honored and relieved.
She should've known better. Gwen wasn't exactly the type to opine about literature. Oh, she was smart enough, but her attention flitted about like a hummingbird after a shot of espresso. She might read a book, but Olivia couldn't imagine her spending two hours talking about it afterward.
"I'm so glad you came!" Gwen whispered, putting an arm around Olivia's shoulders for a quick squeeze. "Isn't this fun?"
"Yes!" Olivia answered, feeling her fingers go numb against the slick cover of the book. She really, really wished she hadn't posted so many sticky notes in the pages. They fluttered like tiny blue banners under the breeze of the ceiling fan.
"Can you even believe how adorable he is?"
Olivia glanced automatically toward the bar, where a very young, very handsome man filled glasses at the tap. He was Jamie Donovan, she'd been informed, and his welcoming wave had set the whole table tittering a few moments ago. The tittering had been followed by promisesor threatsof what the women would do if they got Jamie Donovan alone for an hour. "Find out exactly what's under that kilt," had been a common refrain.
"So," Olivia ventured, leaning closer to Gwen, "is he the reason you guys meet at this place?"
"Heck, yeah. No reason not to have a nice view while we hang out. Plus, Marie, Alyx and Carrie are all married, so this is a nice safe way for them to get a little flirtation in. They get to drool over Jamie, fantasize a little, and then their husbands benefit when they get home. Everyone is happy!"
"Great!" Olivia responded with fake enthusiasm.
But even she was tired of fake enthusiasm. Why couldn't she just be enthusiastic? Granted, it wasn't what she'd expected, and Olivia liked to know what she was getting into. She made plans. And lists. She believed that in life, you measured twice and cut once. But all the measuring in the world hadn't managed to make a good marriage. She needed to loosen up.
And in all honesty, she felt better knowing that some of the women were married. If it was just about having fun and not about picking up a man, she could get into it. Or she could try.
"Here he comes," Gwen whispered. "And it looks like we're in luck "
"Jamie!" one of the women called. "You wore the kilt for us!"
The cute bartender with the messy dark gold hair winked at them. At all of them. "First Wednesday of the month. You ladies didn't think I'd forget book club, did you?"
If giggles could be raucous, these certainly were. As subtly as she could, Olivia tipped her head to the side to see past the other women. She finally caught a glimpse of the infamous kilt, and she couldn't deny that it looked good on him. Between the bottom edge of the dark kilt and the top of his work boots, a lovely expanse of tanned leg was revealed, dusted with the faint glint of golden hair. The kilt wasn't plaid. It looked like it was made from black canvas. His wide chest was covered by a faded brown T-shirt with a faintly visible Donovan Brothers logo stretched across it.
The man was gorgeous. Olivia couldn't deny that.
He continued past their large table to deliver beer to a group farther on. There was no hooting from that side of the room. The men there were focused on the baseball game on the wide-screen TV. They didn't even glance at Jamie Donovan's bare legs. The women of the book club table, on the other hand, craned their necks shamelessly. Olivia sank down a little in her chair.
"How long have you been meeting here?" she asked Gwen.
"About a year. Before that we used to meet at Starbucks. Frankly, the club was about to die. Nobody had the free time to read and then get together for meetings. But now we have one hundred percent attendance."
"And the reading?" Olivia pressed. But she didn't get an answer to that, because Jamie Donovan had reappeared, a wide smile already in place. His hair looked darker now, but the lights of the ceiling fan behind him limned it with gold.
"Happy Wednesday, ladies."
Gwen grinned. "Don't you mean happy hump day?"
"Aw, come on, Gwen. I'm a nice boy. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"I'd like to be. Wanna help?"
For a split second, Olivia thought Gwen had gone too far. She'd offended this man. He was just doing his job. Olivia touched Gwen's arm, trying to prompt her to apologize, but suddenly his face cracked and he burst into loud laughter.
"Good one," he chuckled. "You been saving that up for me?"
"Maybe," Gwen said.
"I'm honored. So do you want the usual? A pitcher of India Pale and a pitcher of amber?"
Everybody agreed, but as he started to turn away, Olivia cleared her throat. "Pardon me. Could I get a water?"
"Absolutely," he said, swinging back around. When his eyes lighted on her, he stood straighter. "Oh, hello. A new member of the club?"
Now that the smile was directed at her, Olivia found herself mute. Her lips parted. Nothing came out.
"This is Olivia," Gwen volunteered.
Good Lord. How did he make the few syllables of her name sound like a kiss? A deep, slow kiss. Olivia actually shivered.
Jamie Donovan's eyes drifted down. His eyebrows rose. "Well, look at that."
Outrage rushed through her at his words. Where did he get off looking at her breasts like
He gestured. "You actually know something about how a book club is supposed to work. The rest of you should take note. Or notes."
Heat flashed over her face as she looked down to her marked-up copy of The Last of the Mohicans. The other women booed and tossed crumpled napkins at Jamie, and Olivia was thankful for the distraction. Of course he hadn't been checking out her body. He didn't even look at her again before heading back to the bar. Olivia leaned over and slipped the book into her purse.
"I watched the movie," the woman next to her said. "It was amazing. A really great story."
"It was. I'm honestly glad I read it. Even if we're not going to discuss it tonight." She slid her eyes to Gwen. "So why did you tell me we were reading The Last of the Mohicans?'"
Gwen shrugged. "Because you wouldn't have come if I'd told you we were just going to drink and hang out. Right?"
She wanted to be outraged that she'd been lied to, but Gwen was right. She wouldn't have come if it hadn't been a book club. The point of a book club was that it gave Olivia something to talk about. It helped smooth over those awkward conversations she usually had with other women. But now she was here, and this was exactly what she'd been trying to work up to.
"You're right," she said. "So thank you."
The discussion of The Last of the Mohicans led to talk of movies with hot men in them, and even Olivia could contribute to that. She'd been married, but she hadn't been blind. And when Jamie returned to the table with their beer, she wasn't blind then, either. His forearms alone were enough to draw her attention. They were strong and tan and undeniably male. She was still staring at his arms when a glass of water appeared in front of her.
"Your water, Miss Olivia," he said, addressing her as if she were a teacher. Which she was. Just a coincidence, or did the scent of dry-erase marker cling to her? "And a pint glass, too, I presume?" He slid an empty glass to sit next to the water.
She didn't like beer, but now she was fully invested.
"Absolutely," she answered, and his green eyes twinkled. God, could he just do that on demand? What a terrible and deadly skill. She averted her gaze in self-defense and kept her eyes down until he was gone. The man was constructed of nothing but charm and beauty. Indiscriminate charm. Fun to enjoy for a girls' night out, but definitely not something to feel flattered by. She knew that from painful experience.
But Olivia was flattered that Gwen had gone to the trouble of tricking her into this. That alone made her smile as she sipped at the lightest of the two beers. But the lightness belied its bitter taste, and she had to hide a grimace. Maybe she could talk the group into going out for martinis one time. But as the evening wore on, she felt the easiness of the brewery. This wasn't like a bar, where men swarmed like scavengers. Instead, it was safe and homey, and Olivia found herself loving it. She even managed to make it through half a glass of that awful beer, and by the time she excused herself to use the bathroom, her head buzzed pleasantly.
This was going to be part of her new life. A book club with no books. Women who wanted her company. And gorgeous men to wait on them hand and foot. Or one gorgeous man, at least.
Standing before the mirror, Olivia dabbed gloss on her lips, blinked several times to remoisten her contacts, and smoothed down her sleek new bob. She'd been tempted to try a new color, but she was glad she hadn't now. Because tonight she looked like herself, only better. Older, wiser and more self-assured. Slightly more self-assured. But not quite so confident that she didn't startle like a scared rabbit when she stepped out of the bathroom and straight into the path of Jamie Donovan.
"Oh, sorry!" She reached out a hand as if to help steady the keg balanced on his shoulder, but Jamie stepped smoothly around her and set the keg gently onto the floor behind the bar.
"Need a refill?" he asked.
"No!" she said too emphatically. His eyebrows rose. "I mean I'm fine. Thanks."
"You don't like beer, do you?"
Olivia cringed. "No. I'm sorry. I don't mean to denigrate your life's work or anything "
"Oh, I think my self-worth will survive." This time his smile was a little more natural, though no less dazzling.
"It's just too bitter for me. I've never liked it. No matter how light I try to go."
His eyes slid to the book club table. "Which one did you try?"
"The pale one?"
"India Pale Ale. There's your mistake. Light isn't always mild. India Pale Ale is notoriously hoppy. Extra hops were added to preserve it during shipment to India, hence the name."
"Oh, sure," she said, nodding as if she understood. But the truth was that she'd tried plenty of beer in her life and she hadn't liked any of it.
"Try the amber," he suggested.
"Okay." She started to turn away, but he raised a finger to stop her.
"Here." He filled a slim glass that appeared to be an overgrown cousin of a shot glass. She eyed the dark gold liquid with trepidation. She'd had no intention of trying the amber ale, but maybe he'd realized it. "Go ahead. I promise it's milder than the pale ale."
With a shrug of resignation, Olivia took the glass from him and tried a sip. She was already grimacing when she realized it wasn't so bad. "Oh."
"See? Told you." His eyes crinkled with pleasure, and Olivia told herself that the warmth pooling inside her was the beer. "Even our porter is pretty mild, though you're going to want to steer clear of the Blackjack Stout."
"Oh, no," she protested when she saw him drawing a glass of chocolate-brown beer. "No way."
"Don't you trust me?"
That couldn't be a serious question. Who the hell would trust this man and his sparkling green eyes? In fact, it was a little insulting that he'd flirt with her as if he meant it. Like she'd buy that this boy would be attracted to a thirty-five-year-old woman like her. Did he think she was so desperate she'd believe it?
Olivia raised her chin and took the glass from his hand, ignoring the slide of his skin over hers. "I wouldn't trust you in a million years," she answered, but she took a generous sip of the beer anyway, amazed that it didn't make her eyes water. It was actually kind of smooth. "All right. Not bad."
"Have I ever lied to you?"
--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
About the Author
Victoria Dahl lives with her family in a small town high in the mountains. Her first novel debuted in 2007, and she’s gone on to write seventeen books and novellas in historical, contemporary, and paranormal romance. Victoria's contemporary romance, Talk Me Down, was nominated for both a RWA Rita Award and the National Readers' Choice Award. Since then, her books have been nominated for two more Rita Awards, and she hit the USA Today Bestseller list with the anthology Midnight Kiss.--This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
- ASIN : B01A5O2E4K
- Publisher : HQN Books (March 14, 2016)
- Publication date : March 14, 2016
- Language : English
- File size : 1074 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 378 pages
- Lending : Not Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #393,711 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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I adored how these two characters, both of whom desperately needed someone to take them seriously in very different ways, were able to connect and validate each other. There were plenty of realistic obstacles, because Dahl is great at taking characters who trip themselves (and each other) up due to their baggage, then giving them external factors that also interfere in their relationship. Love wins the day, though, because duh romance novel, and the unlikely pair turns out to be a perfect fit. My favorite thing about this is Jamie's emotional complexity and the journey he begins here to trust others and forgive himself. Ten out of five stars for the lack of a magic wand that fixes all his issues.
Content warning: There is a character who was (off-page, in backstory) raped by coercion, does not want to label it as such, and the character they tell about it very respectfully does not push the issue. It's clear to all characters, though, including the victim, what happened. I was pleased that the author treated the topic with such care.
Jamie is a party boy that is trying to grow up. His reputation impacts everyone's impression of who he is and what he's capable of but he really doesn't deserve the slacker title. Olivia needs to loosen up and thinks Jamie can help with that. She sees herself as too old for fun and doesn't deserve to have someone like Jamie in her life.
Through the 3 books there's a theme of hiding who you are, even from people you love. Each character has to come to terms with honesty in their own way and Dahl does an excellent job of making sure each person follows their own journey. Unique side characters fill in the world.
She writes excellent steamy sex scenes, too!
Victoria Dahl writes smart, fun romances- they are modern, they deal with real, contemporary issues- so they ring true. Highly recommend all her books!
It was a great romance that touched on real issues (family, divorce, growing up, running your own business, expanding your comfort zone) and made me feel like the characters were my next door neighbors, rather than a perfect hero and heroine. This book carried on the family drama that started in the first book, and I can't wait to see it continued on in the next. I would definitely suggest reading Good Girls Don't first just because you'll understand more of the backstory.
The writing was excellent, the characters well rounded, and the romance delicious (plus the hero is hot!). All in all, it is definitely one of my favorite recent series.
Well, turns out they're each just what the other needs, and we get to watch as they discover new aspects of themselves and each other. We also get to watch them do other things... (whew!!).
Unlike Good Girls Don't, this story was touching and realistic, with main characters who were believable and had fantastic chemistry.
This was a wonderful story about two "late bloomers" finding their way, both as individuals and together. The rest of the Donovans are there as well, and I can't wait to read Eric's story. I sure hope someone loosens him up, 'cuz the man is wound tighter than a drum.
Even more than the first book, I would consider this a must-read!
Top reviews from other countries
Jamie muss man einfach nur lieben, er war schon immer das schwarze Schaf der Familie, aber zeigt uns das so viel mehr in ihm steckt als alle anderen glauben. Besonders wenn er immer mit seinem Bruder Eric aneinander geraten ist hat er mir sehr leid getan und das kam oft vor, denn sobald er und Eric im Buch aufeinander treffen streiten sie sich!! Eric siehr immer nur was Jamie falsch macht und lässt kein gutes Haar an ihm, wodurch er mir sehr unsympathisch. Ich meine er versucht nicht mal Jamie richtig zu zu hören und macht alles was er tut schlecht. Seine Schwester Tessa iat auch keine wirklich hilfe, da sie zwar versucht zwischen den Brüdern zu vermitteln, aber das war es dann auch, auch macht sie es meist nur schlimmer!! Schade finde ich das Jamie in diesem Buch sein dunkelstes Geheimnis seinen Geschwistern noch nicht mitgeteilt hat denn ich hätte gern erfahren wie sie reagieren.
Olivia mochte ich anfangs sehr gerne, aber je mehr ich gelesen habe um so schlimmer wurde sie!! Es geht nachher nur noch darum das sie Spaß haben will und selber beim Sex Spaß vermitteln will und noch mehr Spaß.... Also für ihre 35 Jahre hat sie sich teilweise wie eine unreife 17 jährige benommen. Ich hab mir sogar teilweise gewünscht das ihre Freundin Gwen die Hauptperson wäre, sie war nicht so steif wie Olivia die meiner Meinung nach besser zu ihrem Ex gepasst hat als zu Jamie!! Auch sie hat Jamie oft verurteilt und ihm nicht geglaubt wenn er versucht hat zu sagen/zeigen das er nicht so schlecht ist wie andere sagen!! Selbst am Ende hat sie noch an ihm gezweifelt, wodurch sie mir vollends unsympathisch wurde.
Alles in allem hat das Buch seine vollen 5 Sterne verdient, da die Handlung einfach großartig ist, der Preis auch gerecht ist und alle Figuren schön ausgearbeitet sind. Schon die ersten Seiten quillen nur so vor Humor über!! Das Buch verführt einen zum Lachen, aber auch zum Weinen!!Von mir aus hätte auch nur Jamie im Buch vorkommen können und ich hätte trotzdem 5 Sterne gegeben, da seine Figur einfach nur unschlagbar ist, seine grünen Augen bringen alles zum schmelzen. Ich würde gern wissen wie es mit Jamie und Eric weitergeht, aber ich werde mir leider den 3 Teil "Real Men Will" nicht kaufen, da es Erics Geschichte ist und er mir in diesem Band so unsympathisch geworden ist!! Also kauft "Bad Boys Do", da es 100%ig sein Geld wert ist.