[I received a free advance review copy in exchange for an honest review]
Davis has gone through a pretty serious break up. Like, left-at-the-altar-by-the-love-of-his-life kind of serious break up. And so he obviously goes for the safe tactic of casual ‘dating’, if you may. He’s a pretty successful work-at-home businessman who enjoys his free time at a local bar where this redhead with-too-many-piercings-to-count bartends. He tries his best to fight his fascination and his attraction to her but eventually fails.
Meet Grace, a girl who basically lost her faith in true love after her parents had to ‘stay’ together after they had her. So she basically got to witness what it was like to live with parents who couldn’t stand each other. That said, she doesn’t do relationships. Until she meets Davis.
We know how the story goes from there. Fear of commitment and relationships, which involves lots and lots of breaking up and making up. Don’t get me wrong, I love that trope. But it felt like there should’ve been something on the side. A twist, another trope, etc…
So overall, this book was okay. I enjoyed the bickering and the taunting between Grace and Davis. Definitely pick it up if you’re in the mood for a quick, sweet, funny, and steamy read!
Last call! At the end of the night, a clean-cut hunk and a rebellious bartender act on their unlikely chemistry in this frisky standalone novel from the author of Eye Candy. Davis: I’ve had my eye on Grace Buchanan for a while now. Unlike the bubbly blondes I usually date, the feisty, flame-haired bartender both intrigues and bewilders me. Something about Grace—the tattoos? the nose ring?—makes every part of me sit up and beg. There’s only one problem: She hates me. Trading insults and one-liners has become our M.O. But when Grace bets me that I can’t get a date with a non-blonde if my life depends on it, I’m determined to prove her wrong by landing the ultimate non-blonde: her. Grace: I’m used to regulars hitting on me, and I’ve turned them all down, except for one: Davis Price. I like giving him a hard time, and he’s kind of cute in his suit and tie—if you’re into that kind of thing. Anyway, I don’t care how many blondes he takes home . . . until one of them sidles up to him in my bar. Nuh-uh. But after my little bet with Davis backfires, our first date lands us in the sack. So does the second. And the third. Neither of us wants more than the best sex of our lives. The trouble is, it’s not a question of what I want. It’s what I need. And what I need is Davis.