by Cathryn Fox
Genre: Adult (Contemporary Romance)
Date Published: February 8, 2016
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
He may be at a romance readers’ convention, but a naked woman in the elevator is not what horror writer Ryan Wheeler expects. Now he can’t take his eyes off of her—and not just because he saw her naked, though her luscious curves certainly aren’t helping the matter. She’s beautiful, funny, snarky…and a complication he doesn’t need.
Running into her teen heartthrob while naked wasn’t exactly part of romance novelist Andi Palmer’s weekend plans. Worse, he doesn’t recognize her and gives her a fake name¬. Years ago, he shot her down in the worst possible way, and now this? It’s time for a little down-and-dirty revenge.
Ryan’s more than a little turned on by this good girl who wants to be bad. But things aren’t what they seem, and the secrets they’re keeping from one another might just end this sexy little rendezvous before it ever begins…
Betting on the Wrong Brother by Catherine Fox was a fun little book. Naughty at times too. It's the twelfth book in the What Happens in Vegas series. It looks like each book within this series is a stand alone story, and they're written by different authors. Andi was a little spit fire with her plan of revenge. That whole situation was pretty funny. Ryan was put in quite the awkward spot. I liked his character though. He claimed to be this ladies man, bachelor for life, and I'm sure he was, but those labels just didn't seem to fit him. He was different with Andi. She just had that effect on him I guess. I enjoyed his charm and personality quite a bit. Together, Ryan and Andi were pretty amusing. Little did she know they had something pretty big in common too.
The ARC of Betting on the Wrong Brother by Catherine Fox was kindly provided to me by the publisher through NetGalley for review. The opinions are my own.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cathryn Fox is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. Cathryn has two teenagers who keep her busy and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. When not writing, Cathryn can be found laughing over lunch with friends, hanging out with her kids, or watching a big action flick with her husband.
To learn more about Cathryn Fox and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, tsu, Pinterest, Facebook, and Twitter.
The ARC of Betting on the Wrong Brother by Catherine Fox was kindly provided to me by the publisher through NetGalley for review. The opinions are my own.
Quiet as a church mouse, her hands slowly moved to her buttons. Maybe she could get dressed before he turned.
He turned.
Frig.
His eyes latched on hers. Then grew wider. The ocean blue turbulence she’d once lost herself in dropped to her cleavage, then lower, over her midriff to her panties. Was that a smirk? Bastard. Okay, so apparently bad things came in fives.
“Uh, sorry.” His gaze shot back up and he cleared his throat. He set his duffle bag on the floor and shook his phone like it was some pithy excuse. “I didn’t realize you were there.”
Andi’s molars snapped together. Of course he didn’t. Why would he? After all, when it came right down to it, she was insignificant, wasn’t she? Determined to keep the upper hand on this less than thrilling encounter, she unclamped her teeth and held her finger up, drawing a circle in the air. “You think you could turn around?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
She stood tall—well as tall as she could at five foot five—and planted her hands on her hips like getting changed in an elevator was something she did every day. “Today?”
He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. “Right,” he said, his friendly smile shifting to apologetic. Instead of turning, his glance flicked over her a second time. A gentleman, he was not. His lips twitched, the look on his face morphing into an appreciative smile. Score one for the granny panties. Still, it didn’t make her hate him any less.
He leaned to his left just as the elevator jumped again. It came to an abrupt halt and she lurched forward. Her body hit Nolan’s and the two toppled like bowling pins. A breathless, undignified oomph rushed from her lips as she landed on top of the main reason she’d left their hometown of Cedar Point eight years ago. The motor kicked in again, and the box continued to bob up and down. Her body moved right along with it, bouncing on top of Nolan like a goddamn Mexican jumping bean. Her tote bag flipped over, and her agenda and papers spilled onto the floor.
His arm slipped around her back, holding her to him as their groins banged. Bangity, bang, bang. She pinched her eyes shut. Please doors do not open again. Not because she was enjoying the ride. She wasn’t…she didn’t think. But because if they opened now, anyone standing on the other side would definitely get the wrong idea. Honestly, how could they not? They would be the prime photo op, posted and shared on social media sites. She’d never be able to face her friends, fans, industry professionals, if they thought she was dry humping some former crush on the elevator floor.
She braced her hands on the floor and held on, eyes closed. If the hydraulics let go this second and the elevator crashed to the basement, that’d be A-okay in her books. Breathe, Andi, just breathe. She tried not to think about the well built, athletic man beneath her, or how he’d just splayed his hand over the small of her back, or how good his fingers felt pressing into her flesh. His fingers stretched downward, and another rough jolt caused them to slip under the band of her panties. Was that…? Had he just lifted his hips? Twice?
He turned.
Frig.
His eyes latched on hers. Then grew wider. The ocean blue turbulence she’d once lost herself in dropped to her cleavage, then lower, over her midriff to her panties. Was that a smirk? Bastard. Okay, so apparently bad things came in fives.
“Uh, sorry.” His gaze shot back up and he cleared his throat. He set his duffle bag on the floor and shook his phone like it was some pithy excuse. “I didn’t realize you were there.”
Andi’s molars snapped together. Of course he didn’t. Why would he? After all, when it came right down to it, she was insignificant, wasn’t she? Determined to keep the upper hand on this less than thrilling encounter, she unclamped her teeth and held her finger up, drawing a circle in the air. “You think you could turn around?”
“Oh. Yeah, sure.”
She stood tall—well as tall as she could at five foot five—and planted her hands on her hips like getting changed in an elevator was something she did every day. “Today?”
He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. “Right,” he said, his friendly smile shifting to apologetic. Instead of turning, his glance flicked over her a second time. A gentleman, he was not. His lips twitched, the look on his face morphing into an appreciative smile. Score one for the granny panties. Still, it didn’t make her hate him any less.
He leaned to his left just as the elevator jumped again. It came to an abrupt halt and she lurched forward. Her body hit Nolan’s and the two toppled like bowling pins. A breathless, undignified oomph rushed from her lips as she landed on top of the main reason she’d left their hometown of Cedar Point eight years ago. The motor kicked in again, and the box continued to bob up and down. Her body moved right along with it, bouncing on top of Nolan like a goddamn Mexican jumping bean. Her tote bag flipped over, and her agenda and papers spilled onto the floor.
His arm slipped around her back, holding her to him as their groins banged. Bangity, bang, bang. She pinched her eyes shut. Please doors do not open again. Not because she was enjoying the ride. She wasn’t…she didn’t think. But because if they opened now, anyone standing on the other side would definitely get the wrong idea. Honestly, how could they not? They would be the prime photo op, posted and shared on social media sites. She’d never be able to face her friends, fans, industry professionals, if they thought she was dry humping some former crush on the elevator floor.
She braced her hands on the floor and held on, eyes closed. If the hydraulics let go this second and the elevator crashed to the basement, that’d be A-okay in her books. Breathe, Andi, just breathe. She tried not to think about the well built, athletic man beneath her, or how he’d just splayed his hand over the small of her back, or how good his fingers felt pressing into her flesh. His fingers stretched downward, and another rough jolt caused them to slip under the band of her panties. Was that…? Had he just lifted his hips? Twice?
To learn more about Cathryn Fox and her books, visit her website.You can also find her on Goodreads, tsu, Pinterest, Facebook, and Twitter.
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