Confession: I loved this book from the very start. Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat is clever and sexy, and has that indefinable charm that only Daisy Prescott can produce."USA Today Bestselling Author Rachel Grey
Ms. Prescott has a beautiful gift for writing romantic comedy that gives the reader exactly what they are looking for. Debra Anastasia, bestselling author of Fire Down Below
If you love romance, humor and great characters, then this book is for you. If you, like me, have never read a Daisy Prescott book I can't recommend this enough! The Blushing Reader
Daisy has a knack at giving us passion as well as humor, sexy times that leave you breathless yet have you grinning from ear to ear. Margie, Margie's Must Reads
Daisy's books are like coming home. They feel so warm and inviting and I feel like they're my own friends. Every time I read a book, she surprises me by yet again creatingthese characters that I completely fall in love with. Tara, Nestled in a Book
A Beautifully written, well thought out and developed story that teases at your heart strings, makes you smile and become absolutely smitten for Tom. Jennifer, Back Off My Books
I absolutely loved Confessions of a Reformed Tom Cat, it had me smiling, giggling, crying and wanting to go back and reread all her books. Charity, Saucy Book Reviews
From the Inside Flap
I held her gaze as she got closer. Part of me wanted to close my eyes and turn the other cheek ... literally. Or back down the hall and hide in the men's room. Ah, the men's bathroom. A place no woman dared to go unless absolutely necessary. Urinals freaked them out.
I took a big step backward and then another until the darkness of the hall to the back room enveloped me. I wasn't running. Far from it. I moved slowly and kept my eyes on my assailant stalking toward me.
I probably should have asked myself why she wanted to slap me. Had I stopped to think, I might have realized unlike most women with the same expression on their face, I hadn't actually given her a reason to be mad at me. At least none I knew about.
Her eyes narrowed and she cut the distance between us in half with two long strides. To my left was the door to the bathroom and potential salvation. Further behind me stood the backdoor and freedom. While I debated hiding or fleeing, she made the decision for me by grabbing the front of my shirt.
"Hey, what's up?" Always act innocent. In this case, I didn't have to act.
"I've been looking all over for you tonight."
I raised an eyebrow. "You have?"
She stared at my mouth and pressed her lips together. "I have. Why is a good man hard to find when you need him?"
Her words rearranged themselves in my head after she'd spoken them. "Don't you mean a hard man is good to find when you need him?"
She snorted out a laugh. "Exactly. You read my mind." Her hand not clutching my shirt touched the bared skin above my belt.
"Hey, whoa, where you going with that hand?" I jerked my hips back to escape her wandering fingers.
"I need a good man. And since I don't know any good men, I decided I needed a hard man tonight."
"Okay." I grabbed her hands in mine to protect myself from her assault. "Can I ask you one thing?"
The subtle slur answered my question, but I asked it anyway. "Have you been drinking?"
"Tommm, don't be mean. You sleep with everyone on the island. I need you to sleep with me. Now." The slight rasp to her voice had strengthened into a sultry purr.
Definitely not sober. "What happened to your own man? Have sex with him."
She pressed a finger to my lips. "No talking, more sex."
"More implies there's some sex to begin with." I couldn't figure out why I bothered to argue. Sex without strings was my thing.
But could I have stringless sex with her? I had rules.
While I was lost in some sort of moral debate, she kissed me.
Worse, my body responded, and I liked it. A lot.
She was an amazing kisser--even buzzed and with grabby hands, her lips and tongue teased mine with a balance of aggression and skill.
When she bit my bottom lip, I did the smart thing. I kissed her back.