Network analyst by day, erotic romance writer by night, Vincent Buonfiglio is dealing with a work-in-progress that has gone colder than winter in his hometown of Ridgley, North Dakota. So what does a man who needs to write hot do to get cranking?
Search out a woman for a night of no-strings sex, of course.
But his choice of partner, Katherine "Kiki" Wyatt, manager of the Quikky Snak Gas & Lube, isn't biting. Flirting over his nightly chili dog is one thing. But a date? Sex? Not happening. Dangerously sexy geeks are off-limits no matter what they might have to offer outside the bedroom.
When an armed gunman changes everything, will deadlines, exes, and mind-blowing sex prove opposites don’t always attract or allow two unlikely lovers to pen a happy ending?
I jumped at the chance to review this book as I have loved reading Cari Quinn’s books. Since I am a former IT person, I thought it was a neat concept to have Vincent be a Network Analyst by day and erotic romance writer at night. Well, I am not writing romance of any genre, but I do write reviews of them, so I felt a little connect right off the bat with Vincent…except I am not looking for a muse in the form of sex.
The book jumps right into Kiki and Vincent interacting. He has been attracted to Kiki for months, but now he is getting desperate for a muse when his book deadline is creeping up. While Kiki doesn’t know he is a writer, she knows exactly what type of guy he is and wants no part of it. While she has a big loving family, she was dumped at the alter and while over it, still can’t quite fall for any guy because she is afraid of being hurt. When the Quikky Snak Gas & Lube is held up, Vincent gets shot, turning a mutual attraction into an opportunity to get to know each other.
Through most of the book Vincent’s gun wound gives him twinges of pain, but only once does it really cause any lingering problems. To get Kiki to come over, Vincent offers her a job but is vague about it. When he does reveal it, she does decide to help, but refuses the entire time of taking money from him. They quickly fall into a physical relationship, but both are wounded and can’t understand or accept the feelings they are experiencing. Through much of the book they are writing and having sex, but as each starts to think of more, they both remind themselves this is only going to continue to the end of writing the book.
While I wanted to like Kiki’s character, I had a hard time understanding why she wouldn’t find a real job. She had an almost Master’s degree and what sounded like a supporting family. But one thing she did do, was grab life. There were scenes of snowball fights and dancing. She also accomplished a notable first in this book that you have to read to find out about.
Vincent was complex and you didn’t really find out why until later in the book. He never lies to the women he is with, but he never develops beyond sex in short periods of times. He lives in an apartment house with his grandmother and best friend while they are remodeling a home. He works as a Network Analyst and also writes books, but it is mentioned he is stingy with his money. You never see him get frivolous.
One minute their both thinking they want more, but afraid to ask for it. Then at times they keep reminding themselves it is only a short love affair. But during the process Kiki learns she is pretty good at writing and likes it. Vincent also learns that while he is a good writer, he is a great writer with Kiki.
When you do learn Vincent’s secrets, you want to cry for him, but also tell him to move along. But Kiki has his back, and what I did appreciate was not having the need to send them to the altar after a very short time.
An interesting book that was amusing to read along with some cold showers.
The bell had finally stopped ringing, so whoever it was must have gone. Just in case, Kiki opened the door. And stared. Probably drooled, too.
Even when she was half-asleep, her pulse leapt to warp speed at just the sight of Vincent. Damn, he meshed nerd and hot perfectly.
She fingered her bangs and discovered they were crushed to her head. Why hadn’t she stopped to brush her hair? And oh God, was she really wearing her rattiest flannel jammies?
“Hi,” he said, adjusting his stance to cradle his injured arm. He wore no coat despite the below-freezing temperatures, and the lumpy left shoulder of his Oxford shirt was higher than the other. She could see the outline of a thick bandage beneath the fabric.
Her throat suddenly felt too tight to swallow the jagged lump of candy cane. “Where are your glasses?”
Good Lord. Of all the things she could have said, she’d picked that?
“How can you see?” Kiki shook her head. So much for sleep clearing her brain. “Duh. Contacts.”
“I hate them, but they’ll get me through.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Can I come in, Kiki? Just for a minute.”
“Sure.” She waved him in and leaned against the door to catch her breath. She’d always reacted strongly to him, and the shooting hadn’t helped. She wanted to hug him, to run her hands over his body to make sure he was okay, check that he was whole and safe and hard—
Hard? Sweet mercy, what the heck was her problem? She didn’t own a vibrator, but maybe she needed to rectify that fact. This whole sex-on-the-brain thing was getting out of hand.
She didn’t notice he’d stepped toward her until his sneakers bumped her bare feet. Wet snow gushed between her toes as her gaze snapped up to his. Whoa. What she saw simmering there—namely blatant, undisguised lust—had her fingers clenching around the knob.
Unless she was very mistaken, he hadn’t stopped by for a neighborly pinch of sugar. No, the sugar Vincent wanted was a different substance entirely.
He threaded his hand through her hair, tugging her closer. Her body strained toward him, her breasts all but bursting the buttons of her flannel pajamas. She swallowed the last of the candy cane as he lowered his mouth to hers.
He didn’t ravage, as she’d expected. His mouth was soft and warm on hers, and the scrape of his stubbled jaw added to the thrill. She moaned and clung to him, her mind emptying like sand tumbling from a bucket.
Resist? Absolutely not. She wanted this. Him.
His tongue swept between her lips to tangle with hers, to explore her mouth so slowly and thoroughly that the snow melting between her toes had nothing on the melting happening between her legs.
Yes. The word sang through her, an acquiescence she couldn’t voice. It was as if she’d been frozen after Nico, and here was the heat, the life, that would finally allow her to come back to herself.
Thinking about Nico was her mistake. She stiffened, but Vincent was already drawing back, the gold rims surrounding his pupils burning.
“I didn’t intend to do that.”
She rubbed the back of her hand over her mouth. Her lips still sizzled. “I didn’t intend to let you.”
“I guess neither of us has control of our intentions.” He smiled slightly, his gaze wandering from her messy hair to her old pajamas. The desire warming his eyes never waned.
Kiss me again. Everywhere.
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