BLURB:
After losing his best friend to another guy, the notoriously too-confident Max Emory suddenly feels lost. He may have devastatingly good looks, an abundance of charm, and a claim to one of the biggest hotel empires around, but he has no ambition anymore. So when his fed-up friends decide they’ve had enough of his moping, they sign him up to be the next bachelor on the reality series Love Island. And between his pride and his forged signature on an ironclad contract, Max just can’t say no.
Now he’s stranded in paradise with twenty-four women, one terrifying goat, and Becca, the breathtaking barista who already turned him down back home. The closer Max gets to Becca, the more determined he becomes to win her over. As she gets to know him better, things start heating up. But is Becca really after Max’s heart—or is she after the cash prize she could claim once the cameras stop rolling?
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REVIEW:
What happens when your best friend gets married and your life changes drastically. It was you and her against the world and all of the sudden you are the third wheel rather than the two of you. What happens when you come from a family that expects you will take over their empire but that isn't your dream. What happens when your friends have had enough of you just existing rather than living. Of course they sign you up for a reality dating show behind your back and make sure that you can't get out of it. And not just one reality show but the most popular show around. Oh yes of course that is what they do…
We met Max as Milo's bff in Consequences of Loving Colton, he was the best friend, the fiancé, the gay guy, the spy and back to the best friend. While Max accepted him and Milo would never be anything more than friends he always thought it will still be the two of them and when that changed life got hard for Max. He never imagined this is what his life would become and it depressed him, well as much as Max could get depressed.
Jason decided that he had watched him enough and it was time to get him on the Bachelor. The morning he found out about their plan he hit on the local barista and it didn't go well. She did not get the Max charm and basically told him to get lost. Little did they know she would soon mean everything to him, give him direction in his world of chaos, calm him, make him fall in love and in between become his best friend.
Becca needed money for college, her and her parents had an agreement, they would pay the first 2 years of college she would do the last 2. Her plan is to get in there win and get out. Little did she know that the man who hit on her would soon be everything to her and would she be willing to give up anything to be with him. He changed her outlook on what her life could be. Could she be the woman who could keep this crazy man, could she be everything he wants, everything he needs.
I loved their friendship, I loved their chemistry, I loved that it was them and they kept to it. I loved that Max did everything he could to get the girl, I loved that he didn't hide behind his humor, I loved that once he was in he was really in. I loved that Becca was confident except when she wasn't like most women. This group of friends are real and I love that. They are good people who sometimes mess up, who love each other and would do anything for each other, even think outside of the box to help them.
Rachel is always a hit for me and I don't mean to be repetitive but this is a MUST read. It is funny, it is warm, it is love and it is at times heart breaking. Yes I did tear up, I did get shocked and I did laugh a lot. 5 Star read once again and congrats Rachel on another hit.
This review was provided by Heather McLaughlin. An ARC was provided in exchange for an honest review.
EXCERPT:
Son of a possessed goat. I was screwed. Oh, wait, no, that’s what I
would have been doing had my satanic brother not knocked on my door and barged
in.
Becca moved slightly, her face planted against my stomach. Her breath
hot on my skin. Shit, I was in a bad place, a very bad place. She would be the
death of me and the last thing I needed was for Reid to think I was getting all
hot and bothered because Hades had eaten another pair of my underwear.
“’Sup, Bro?” I tried to act casual as I placed my hands behind my head
and exhaled.
Reid’s eyes narrowed. “You look funny.”
“I just woke up.” I faked a yawn. “You’re no perfect male specimen in
the mornings either, my friend.”
“Right.” Reid looked around the room, his eyes wildly searching for
something. “Have you seen Becca? I went to her hut to remind her about the
morning confessional and also make sure she knew what time her date with you was, but she was gone.”
I shrugged. “Maybe she died.”
Becca pinched me in the ass.
My body jerked.
“Maybe. She. Died.” Reid repeated, his eyes narrowing more and more by
the second.
“I was kidding!” I laughed nervously. “She’s probably just . . .
swimming. You know.” My throat was drier than the desert. “With the fish.”
“Becca hates fish.”
“She hates sharks,” I corrected. “Fish aren’t sharks. Do you even watch
the Discovery Channel when I turn it on?”
“Swimming, huh?”
“Yeah, she loves swimming, one of her favorite things to do, next to,
you know . . .” Me, HA! “Art.”
“Art?” Reid looked confused. “What kind of art does she do?”
I can neither confirm nor deny that Becca was actively squeezing
something that should never be squeezed in that way. Ever. And I do mean. Ever.
Ever. Ever. “Er . . . she does nude art.”
And the squeeze just got worse. I kicked my feet, hoping to land one on
her, but she kept squeezing.
“Nude art?” Reid laughed. “Wow, that’s kind of hot.”
“Everything about Becca’s hot.” I shrugged.
The squeezing stopped. Hey, I’d done something right!
“You really like her, don’t you?”
“Yeah, man, I really do. She’s . . . incredible.”
Was it wrong to be a bit sad at the loss of her hand?
“Hmm.” Reid scratched his head. “Hey, what’s Hades have in his mouth?”
I followed the direction of his gaze and felt my face pale. Becca’s
dress. Hades had somehow grabbed it in the middle of the night and was now
apparently trying to find the best way to deface it, if the way he was sitting
on it was any indication.
“My dress!” I blurted. “I brought one just in case . . .”
“Dude!” Reid held up his hands. “What? Is there something you need to
tell me? I mean you’ve always been sort of, like, metro, but . . .”
Damn it!
While trying to think of a great comeback . . . I nearly seized. As
what had once been a hand was replaced by something a lot more inviting.
Damn that woman.
Damn that tongue!
I shuddered.
“You okay?” Reid got closer to the bed. “You look a little sick.”
“Stop!” I gasped. Holy shit, I didn’t know my name. What was my name?
Reid, most likely sensing my distress, chose that moment to sit, yes,
SIT on my bed. The same bed that I planned to purchase and send home and put in
the middle of my living room and stare at. I would refer to it as the miracle
bed. Because what was taking place? Miracle.
I clenched the sheets in my hand and swallowed as sweat trickled down
my face, “No, man, hell.” I trembled. “I’m just . . .” Breathing ragged, I
licked my lips. “Not feeling, right . . . shit, right there.”
“What?” Reid’s concern quickly turned to suspicion.
“Er . . .” I shook my head. “I’m going to puke!”
Reid jolted off the bed. “Dude, you know how I feel about puke!”
“Then”—oh look, heaven!—“go away!” I clenched my teeth together,
snapping them as my entire body went rigid.
“Fine!” Reid held up his hands. “Just don’t forget about your
confessional.”
The door slammed behind him at the exact same time I saw a billion
stars give birth to tiny planets. It was also the same time that I saw the
secrets to the universe and waved at a unicorn as it floated by me.
I lifted up the sheet. Becca looked at me innocently, then shrugged.
“Can I keep you?” I asked.
“That depends . . .”
“I’ll sell Reid.”
“You don’t have to sell Reid.”
“Really, I don’t mind. He can go live in Alaska for all I care, just
tell me I can keep you. I want to freaking wrap you up, put you in my pocket,
and never let go. Don’t make me beg.”
“Yeah.” Becca laughed. “You can keep me, but we may have to do
something about the goat.”
Hades stomped and then promptly peed on Becca’s dress.
“So naked art, huh?” She winked.
The Consequence of Loving Colton
It’s all fun and games…until someone’s heart is broken.
They’re not kids anymore, but Milo Caro is certain that Colton Mathews
will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the rest of their
lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left for
college. But four years later, her brother is getting married and
Colt’s the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?
Milo vows to use the wedding to either claim the smoldering
firefighter’s heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from
college, who may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the
party, they devise a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after
Colt catches on, he decides to cook up his own revenge.
Now it’s personal. Colt and Milo are at war, and between Max’s
questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers! Want to be kept up to date on new releases?Text MAFIA to 66866! You can connect with her on Facebook www.facebook.com/rachelvandyken or join her fan group Rachel's New Rockin Readers. Her website is www.rachelvandykenauthor.com
The Consequence of Loving Colton
It’s all fun and games…until someone’s heart is broken.
They’re not kids anymore, but Milo Caro is certain that Colton Mathews
will only see her as his best friend’s little sister for the rest of their
lives. After all, he made that clear the night before she left for
college. But four years later, her brother is getting married and
Colt’s the best man—and guess who is the best man’s last-minute date?
Milo vows to use the wedding to either claim the smoldering firefighter’s
heart or douse this torch for good. When Max—her best friend from college, who
may be carrying a torch of his own—crashes the
party, they devise a plan to make Colt see what he’s missing. But after
Colt catches on, he decides to cook up his own revenge.
Now it’s personal. Colt and Milo are at war, and between Max’s
questionable acting methods, an unfortunate trip to jail, and a maniacal
fiancée, what could possibly go right?
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