Meet Avery and Drew in Katee Robert’s newest sexy standalone from Entangled Brazen!
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Blurb
He's going above and beyond the call of duty...
Avery Yeung's biological clock just went off early. Thanks to her family's medical history, she's running out of time to get knocked up. And the only guy within donating distance? Her overprotective-and irritatingly hot-best friend. So clearly she needs an anonymous donor...
Anonymous donor? Over Sheriff Drew Flannery's dead body. While daddyhood will never be in the cards for a man with his past, Drew won't let Avery shop for a "popsicle pop." He'll do what's right for his best friend by doing his best friend. But only if they do it properly.
But there's nothing "proper" about it. Between the bed, the kitchen counter, and against his squad car, Avery and Drew are having the hottest sex ever. They can't get enough of it-or each other. And without knowing it, they've crossed the one line that could ruin their friendship forever...
Excerpt #1
He jumped, and then climbed to his feet when Avery did, and followed her to the plump older nurse. She smiled at them, making him wonder if she were someone’s grandmother—the kind who made cookies and read bedtime stories and…
What the hell was he even thinking?
As soon as they turned the corner from the waiting room, she handed him a small clear cup that had a sticker with his information on it. “You’ll put the specimen in here, please.”
The nurse opened a door. “You can leave the cup in the room when you’re done.” She smiled at Avery. “You’re welcome to go into the room with him, but we ask that you ensure there’s no saliva or other fluids involved so you don’t contaminate the specimen.”
Avery made a choked noise. “That’s so not going to be a problem.”
The nurse laughed and patted her shoulder. “I’ve heard that one before, honey. I’ll just leave you to it.”
He barely waited for her to disappear back around the corner before he turned to examine the room. It looked like an entire frat house’s stash of porn had exploded in there. “Isn’t this a little much for a few tests?”
She looked at him like he was an idiot. “How else are you going to get your engine running? Besides, this isn’t about tests—though I’m sure they’ll run a few. You wanted to help me make a baby, so let’s make a baby. Now go get ‘em, Champ.”
Jesus Christ. She expected him to leave a specimen so the doctor could shoot it up her…
Apparently when they’d talked about making a baby, something had gotten lost in translation.
“You’re sh*tting me.”
“Nope.” She slid past him into the room and meandered around, stopping in front of the television and eyeing the collection of DVDs on the shelf next to it. “Oh, look, they have Busty Blondes #37. I seem to remember you having one of these videos back in high school.”
He grabbed her shoulders and tried to steer her away from the shelf. “Not interested.”
Truth was, his inspiration for self sessions had migrated toward pretty Asian women who looked a whole lot like the one standing in the room with him.
“If you’re not into the DVDs, they have magazines, too.” She poked one with her finger. “Though this one appears a bit crusty.”
“Christ, stop touching things. Do you know what men do in here?”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Drew, that’s kind of the point. They come in here, watch or read whatever tickles their fancy, and then masturbate into that sanitary little cup right there.”
When she said ‘masturbate’ he thought his head might actually explode. “Avery—”
“Are you worried about hitting your mark? That is kind of a small cup. Want me to go find something bigger?”
God, she was killing him. It would have been so much more bearable if he thought she was kidding, but Avery was drop dead serious. It was a sign of her nervousness that she hadn’t cracked a joke since he got into her Jeep.
He couldn’t do it.
Excerpt #2
All she had to do was pick up the phone and make the call.
Well, she refused to be a coward, and there was never a better time than now. She dialed, hating herself for holding her breath, and nearly hung up in a panic when he answered,
“Flannery.”
Her nervous energy got away from her, and words popped out of her mouth before she could think better of them. “Morning! Just calling with your daily sex status report.”
A heartbeat, and then he laughed. “Okay, I’ll bite. How’d I do?”
“Oh, you know, just fine.”
“Fine?” A car door slammed somewhere in the distance.
“Sweetheart, that was a far sight better than ‘fine.’”
She was going to get through this with sheer bravado. The only other option was to sit down and talk about their feelings, which so wasn’t on the menu if Avery had anything to say about it. A little more relaxed now, she settled onto the rocking chair and propped her feet on the chest. “It was a solid six.”
“That’s so cute when you mix up your numbers. Yesterday was a ten.”
She paused, pretending to consider. “Oh, no, definitely not a ten. I would have noticed if Sam Elliott or Sean Connery showed up.”
“You have seriously questionable taste.”
“I do not. I have excellent taste. Those voices…” She sighed, putting a little extra breathiness into it. “Actually, I’m adding Benedict Cumberbatch to that list. He’d be a ten.”
“No. Absolutely not. I draw the line at being outranked by a man with better cheekbones than most women. He is not attractive.”
“Don’t be jealous that you can’t make women come just by talking to them.”
“Two words—phone sex.”
Her laugh died. After what they’d just done, she didn’t like the reminder that he’d rocked other women’s worlds, but she’d better get used to it. This was Drew, and he’d never had a problem with the ladies. “Kudos to you, then.”
His tone shifted, the playfulness disappearing. “What are you doing for lunch?”
You. No, wait, she couldn’t say that. She still didn’t know where they stood. She couldn’t just assume they were going to keep having sex because they were joking about yesterday.
Avery twisted her hair. “I hadn’t decided.”
“I’ll make it easy on you—my place, noon.”
The growl in his voice made her shiver, but she forced a laugh. “Are we going to walk twenty paces and have a shootout?”
“If by shootout, you mean you’re going to come screaming my name, then yes.”
MY REVIEW
Someone please bring me some ice...and a fan...and a cold drink-because this friends-to-more story is the definition of hot and steamy. Plus, there's the added bonus of a LOT of funny stuff, so in addition to getting you all hot and bothered as you read you're in for some great laughs. Easy verdict-this one's a hit!
Both Avery and Drew's characters were fantastic. Avery is a strong female lead in just about everything-she knows what she wants and goes after it. Drew *sigh*...every girl needs a best friend like Drew. Even though they both want to just keep their "best friends" status, once they decide to go ahead with Drew ah...helping Avery out, it is far beyond obvious that they should just make it permanent. BUT...
That's where the twists come in. With neither wanting to lose the other as a best friend, and both with their own personal issues haunting them...well, that leads to the drama-which will keep you glued to the pages. You'll want to smack some sense into multiple characters (yes, even Avery and Drew), and you'll be flipping pages as fast as you can to make sure everything turns out how you hope it will. In the end, you wind up with a great read that will put a smile-and a naughty smirk-on your face.
4.25 stars for this red-hot, passionate tale-strictly meant for the 18+ crowd. And remember-ice, fan, cold drink. You're going to need it.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Katee Robert
New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling Author
Katee Robert learned to tell stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her favorites then were the rather epic adventures of The Three Bears, but at age twelve she discovered romance novels and never looked back.
Though she dabbled in writing, life got in the way—as it often does—and she spent a few years traveling, living in both Philadelphia and Germany. In between traveling and raising her two wee ones, she had the crazy idea that she’d like to write a book and try to get published.
Her first novel was an epic fantasy that, God willing, will never see the light of day. From there, she dabbled in YA and horror, before finally finding speculative romance. Because, really, who wouldn’t want to write entire books about the smoking-hot relationships between two people?
She now spends her time—when not lost in Far Reach worlds—playing imaginary games with her wee ones, writing, ogling men, and planning for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
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