Series: Single Dads Club #2
Genre: Romantic Comedy 18+
Release Date: June 12, 2017
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
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Designer: RBA
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I used to
think that if you could combine all three into one female, you’d have the
perfect woman. The other guys in the Single Dads Club razz me for wearing the
crown of the forever bachelor. The one who’ll be in his seventies chasing down
young hotties in his wheelchair.
Then why
the hell does Ava Pearson—an outdoorsy girl, a brunette, and a woman who
screams stability and responsibility—seem to be the only woman on my mind
lately?
Especially
when I’ve got enough obligations without adding any complications to the mix—my
son, my bar…well, that’s about it. But that’s enough for a guy like me.
It’s the
cupcakes. It’s gotta be the cupcakes she bakes that keep me coming back for
more. After all, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, right? Well,
it’s apparently a direct target to his dick, too.
Did I
forget to mention that she’s my buddy’s daughter…another member’s daughter?
Ava might
say she can handle being friends-with-benefits, but I’m not sure she can. Unfortunately
for her, I’m too selfish of a prick to care—until I do.
**4.5 Stars**
Oh my, Dane and Ava's story is everything I wanted it to be.
You could seriously feel the sexual tension and chemistry between these two
when you meet them in Real Deal (Marcus and Cat's story) and let me just tell
you, Dane isn't what he seems. The more I read about Dane in book 1, I couldn't
stand the cocky factor. He drove crazy, so I wasn't sure what I was getting
myself into when I started reading Dirty Talker. But let me tell me, you will
not be disappointed. Dane is everything I needed him to be. You see a side of Dane
you didn't before and holy moly, you can't help but fall in love with him. I
was seriously surprised with who he was once you got to know him. You love him
even more when you learn what more about his relationship with his son
Toby. You end up falling even more in love with him when he falls for Ava. I
seriously couldn’t get enough of these two. I know my review talks mostly about
Dane, but I feel he is the key to what made me love the story even more. I want
readers to be able to go in getting a surprise from Ava and how they got
together. I hope this isn’t the end of what we see for Dane and Ava, because I
loved them. They are one of my new Piper Rayne favorite couples.
A thud
echoes throughout the quiet space. “Fuck!” There’s some more grumbling I can’t
make out and then, “Where the hell is it? Stupid, Ava, so stupid. Why did you
ever think you could do this?”
I should let her know I’m here.
“Hello?
Yes. This is Ava Pearson from Mad Batter.” Another pause. “My power just went
out. Yeah. I don’t know where the fuse box is.” The flashlight moves and shines
right past me.
You’re being a dick. Let her know you’re here
and help her, my inner self keeps repeating.
I click the
green button on my phone again.
“Ugh. Hold
on a second.” The lighted phone pulls away from her face, she presses ignore.
“Ugh, asshole.” Then places it back to her cheek. “Sorry, where would I find
the fuse box?”
“My guess
is back in the storage room,” I say.
She jumps
so far back, she trips over something and falls, her phone sliding across the
floor.
I bend down
and pick it up.
“Ma’am?
Ma’am?” Frank’s never sounded so scared.
“Hey,
Frank. It’s Dane. No, I got it, no need for the fire department to come down.
Yeah, I saw from across the street. We’ll call back if we need you guys. Yeah,
see you on Trivia night.”
I click the
red button and turn on the flashlight on her phone.
She’s
getting to her feet, brushing off her ass after tripping on a bag of flour.
“Here.” I
hold my hand out for her, but she refuses to take it.
“I’m fine.
Knocking would be the polite thing to do.” She blocks the light from the
flashlight with her arm and I lower it a little.
“Well, I’m
an asshole so you shouldn’t expect much.” I shrug, taking her phone with me
into the storage room.
“You don’t
have to help me. I’m sure the fire department would be willing,” she rambles as
she follows me.
“They
should be available for actual
fires.”
“I imagine
fires are like crimes in this town—almost nonexistent.”
I turn
around, flashing the light toward my face so she can see me. “You’d be wrong
then. Forest fires.” I tap my head and all I hear is her huff.“You think you’re
so smart.”
She’s
embarrassed, I get it, so I don’t rub in the fact I am fucking smart.
“Would you
rather me not know how to fix your breaker?”
She hems
and haws for a second. “I don’t understand. I was in the middle of making a
huge batch of frosting and then total darkness.”
“Was that
your way of asking me for help?” I open the box, purposely not touching any of
the breakers.
“I didn’t
know I had to ask since you took it upon yourself to sneak into my shop, scare
the crap out of me and then walk to the storage room.”
“And I
haven’t even told you to keep your doors locked when you’re closed yet. But
most people say please and thank you when they need a favor.” I give her a
wide, condescending smile just to piss her off a little more.
I nod.
“Agreed, but I have to believe that Vic taught you manners.”
“Seriously,
you have my hands tied and you’re going to play this game?”
I step
closer to her, the firmness of her breasts now pushing against my chest. Damn,
she feels good and I don’t even have a hand on her.
“I can tie
you up and play games if you like.” I
raise a brow.
“Ugh. No.
I’m not interested in your games.”
She says no
with those plump lips of hers, but it doesn’t escape me that she’s still
pressed up against me.
“I thought
we played pretty nice together. No?”
All I’m
able to hear in the darkness is her unsteady breathing—in and out as though
it’s a struggle.
“I really
need to finish this cake so that I can maybe get three hours sleep tonight.”
Her voice is so low and tense. She’s stressed and I’m only adding to that
state.
“Say please
and it’s yours.”
“Please,
Dane.” She even includes my name and by some small miracle, she didn’t even use
a sarcastic tone.
I click the
button and the lights flicker on. Her eyes widen and a genuine smile tugs at
her mouth like I just pulled her up on my horse and rode us away from the
monsters.
That smile
could be addicting.
If you were
a different type of guy.
“SEXY,
SWEET, & SCRUMPTIOUS!” – Dani from Dani’s Book Review Blog
“This book
was hilarious and hot! Ava and Dane's story is everything I hoped it would be!”
– Mary from Smut Your Mouth
“Dane has
totally stolen my Heart!” – Elizabeth from White Hot Reads
Piper
Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author,
we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might
be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out.
Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t
trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without
apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to
give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone
has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect
something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever
after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain.
Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.
What can we
tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books.
We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to
our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us
laugh, and we hope you do, too.
