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A hot one night stand between friends might spark true love in The Billionaire’s Favorite Mistake by Jessica Clare!
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Blurb
A hot one night stand
between friends might spark true love in the latest Billionaires and
Bridesmaids novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Billionaire Takes a Bride.
Greer
has always been there for Asher, but she wishes she could break through her
shyness and show how much she truly loves him. But after a steamy, mindless
fling at Hunter and Gretchen’s engagement party, Greer finds herself tossed
aside and forced to admit that you can’t love someone who doesn’t acknowledge
you exist.
It’s
a shame he got her pregnant.
After
his fiancée betrayed him and tanked his business in one fell swoop, Asher has
spent his time trying to rebuild his wealth and forget the past. But he doesn’t
understand why Greer blew him off after their night together—until he catches a
glimpse of her belly.
Now
Asher is willing to do whatever it takes to convince Greer she belongs with
him. And he’s very skilled at the art of persuasion.
Excerpt
When the group started to disperse into partying again, he
got out of his chair and moved toward Greer’s table, stalking her. He saw her
heading off with one of the waitstaff and jogged to catch up. “Greer!”
She turned and her face paled at the sight of him. Her mouth
firmed into an angry line of distaste, and then she picked up her skirts and
continued to walk away.
Yeah, he was definitely on the shit list.
That didn’t deter him, though. Asher headed after her,
following her into the house and catching up despite her efforts to hurry.
“Hey, wait up. I think we need to talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you, Asher.” She didn’t turn to
look at him.
He reached out and clasped her arm, noting how warm her skin
was, and how soft. And damn it all if he didn’t start to get another
inappropriate boner. His body really needed to learn to calm the fuck down.
“Just give me five minutes of your time, all right? Then I’ll leave you alone.”
She exchanged a look with the waitress, and then nodded at
her. “I’ll be inside in a minute. Go ahead.” When the woman left, Greer sighed
and turned back to him, smoothing a stray lock of hair back behind her ear.
“What is it, Asher? I’m very busy tonight with the party.”
“I can imagine. This is a terrific party. I should have
known you were behind it.” He knew she’d done weddings for some top-notch
clients in New York and always took her job extremely seriously. Of course
she’d put on a spectacular party for her father. “Listen. I feel like the last
time we saw each other, we . . . well, we fucked up.”
Her eyebrows went up.
Shit. That was apparently the wrong thing to say. “I mean,
it was a fuckup, but not that fucking you was a mistake.” God, where was his
suaveness when he needed it? Why was he all diarrhea of the mouth when it came
to Greer? He could sweet talk anyone, but the moment he came close to her, he
babbled like a schoolboy. “Not that I think we should have fucked, of course.
We’re friends, and friends don’t sleep with each other. Not if they want to
stay friends. And you’ve been avoiding me. We haven’t had our Mondays in the
last few months.”
“No, we haven’t.”
“It doesn’t have to be Mondays, you know. It can be any
other day. Or it doesn’t have to be lunch. It can be anytime you need it to be
if your schedule is all screwed.” He frowned to himself. “I should probably
stop saying the word screwed, shouldn’t I?”
Her arms crossed over her chest, pressing her dress tighter
against her body. “Is this conversation going somewhere, Asher? Like I said,
I’m very busy tonight.”
Greer’s tits looked magnificent in that dress, he realized.
They’d been small, perfect handfuls the night they’d slept together and now
they seemed . . . doubly abundant. “Did you get a boob job?”
Her eyes narrowed imperceptibly. “I need to go.”
Fuck, why did he say that? “Sorry. It’s none of my business.
Listen.” He reached out and grabbed her elbow when she turned to leave,
stopping her. “The reason why I wanted to talk to you tonight is because I was
behaving like an ass that night. I was drunk and I wasn’t myself. I was just
lost in misery and in booze, and if I’d been thinking straight, I would have
never dragged you off to the gardens and slept with you.” And damn if that
didn’t sound all wrong, too. “Not because you’re not attractive, Greer. You
are.”
“You’re not winning me over, Asher.” Her voice sounded hard.
“Did you truly come to this party just to tell me that you find me repulsive
and you wouldn’t have slept with me if you were sober?”
“What? No, that’s not what I meant at all. You’re hot. I
mean, hell, you look smoking hot in that dress tonight.” She was all lush
curves, which was surprising given that his memories of her were of her
daintiness. But her body had changed in the last couple of months. And
something about that was bothering him. “I just . . . don’t think we should
have done that. As friends.”
“On that, I agree completely. May I go now?”
Why wasn’t she thawing toward him? He remembered Greer as all
soft, shy smiles for him. They’d been friends, good friends. The cool, remote
stranger in front of him . . . well, it reminded him of Stijn and the politely
disinterested-because-you-are-dirt-to-me expression he wore at all times. “I
just . . . you’re a good friend and I don’t want to lose you.”
We can’t change what happened, Asher.” She hadn’t thawed an
inch. One of the waitstaff moved nearby with an enormous cake, and she
delicately sidestepped on the path to allow them more room. As she did, the
long hem of her skirt got caught in a nearby bush and pulled taut against her
body, outlining a slightly rounded stomach.
Asher’s eyes widened as realization struck him. “Greer . . .
are you pregnant?”
She bit her lip and averted her gaze.
Oh fuck. She was pregnant.
“Is it . . . Is it mine?”
She looked back up again. Her eyes narrowed. She crooked her
finger at him, indicating he should lean down. He did—
—And she delivered a ringing slap to his face.
My Review
About the Author
Jill Myles has been an incurable romantic
since childhood. She reads all the 'naughty parts' of books first, looks for a
dirty joke in just about everything, and thinks to this day that the Little
House on the Prairie books should have been steamier.
After devouring hundreds of paperback
romances, mythology books, and archaeological tomes, she decided to write a few
books of her own - stories with a wild adventure, sharp banter, and lots of
super-sexy situations. She prefers her heroes alpha and half-dressed, her
heroines witty, and she loves nothing more than watching them overcome
adversity to fall into bed together.
Website:
http://jillmyles.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/_JessicaClare
Goodreads:
http://tinyurl.com/q4272wf
I suppose I should preface this review by admitting I haven’t read the rest of the series yet. In fact I didn’t even realise it was part of a series until it was too late and by then I was already invested. I really do love the accidental pregnancy theme as well as friends to lovers so when I read the blurb I was excited to dive into this book.
These type of books are like the perfect snack. There’s not a heap to them but they are entertaining and a nice way to while away a few hours. Even though there were a few things I didn’t love about the characters and at times they did things I thought were stupid and childish I couldn’t put it down.
Greer’s father was so entertaining, even for how much of an arsehole he was everything about him and his lifestyle was interesting and funny and just drew me in. It was such a unique twist to a plot that I thought would be pretty straight forward and maybe a little fluffy that it made this book stand out from so many similar ones, it was great.
Asher I never really warmed up to despite his efforts to make amends and the fact he did go above and beyond to fix his failings I guess I am just picky and I want my men to not have their heads so far up there arses for so long. His only real saving grace was damn was he good in bed and so determined to make up for his first less than stellar performance that just maybe I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.
I loved the unique feel to what could have been just another book in the friends to lovers trope and the background story was great. The sex scenes were steamy and the drama, while somewhat predictable, wasn’t overplayed or drawn out. I absolutely have to go back and start this series from the start.
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