Series: Vested Interest #3
Author: Melanie Moreland
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romance Suspense, Adult
Release
Date: July 9, 2018
Synopsis:
Synopsis:
Brought
up in chaos and fear, Maddox requires order and control to cope with life. He
has his career and his two closest friends. That is all he needs. Until Dee
enters his life. She brings forth feelings he has denied himself his entire
life, threatening his control.
He wants to hold.
Keep.
Love.
Live.
Damaged by her past, Dee cannot admit her feelings for him, fighting him at every turn.
Is
he strong enough for both of them?
Can
he prove to her that they would be perfect together?
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My Review ⭐⭐⭐⭐
This is a wonderful
third instalment into the Vested Interest series and definitely one you must
read.
Maddox fears the power
people can wield with love and the destruction and pain it causes. Growing up with a father that abused you as a
child can do that to you. He is also exacting. Everything in tis place, he needs it to be
so.
When he meets Dee, she
gives him the control he needs and wants in the bedroom but nothing more. What happens when Maddox wants more than just
an affair?
Dee does not believe in
romantic love. She fears the destruction
love can cause. She has seen it first
hand. When she realizes Maddox wants
more than what she is willing to offer, will she cut the ties that bind them?
I absolutely loved this
book and this series. I loved al of the
BAM boys but I absolutely adored the sexy and filthy-talking Maddox.
This was the most
sensual of all the books. It was
refreshing to see a woman in control. A
woman who does not want romantic entanglements, just sex.
I loved Maddox for his
patience with Dee. How he slowly and
surely won her over. His filthy mouth,
so HOT!.
Dee was kind, caring
and independent. She constantly looked
after everyone.
I also loved their
honesty and sensuality when they are together.
My thoughts on the BAM
boys and this series:
Big Hearts
Abled Bodies and,
Mad Love!
This Sliver Fox will
definitely worm his way into your heart.
If you are looking for a book or series with men who have Big hearts,
Abled Bodies and Mad love for their woman, this is definitely for you!
I received an ARC of
this book. All thoughts and opinions are
my own.
Until one day, I was browsing my local bookstore for
something new to read.
Studying a book jacket, I was distracted when a woman’s
silhouette caught my attention. She was lissome and pretty, the sunlight catching
her light red hair. She was reading the back of a book, her finger running over
the spine. Something about her beckoned to me yet seemed familiar. With a grin,
I realized it was Dee, and I approached her. “Find something good?”
She glanced at me, startled. I was close enough to see the
flecks of brown in her wide green eyes. She smiled and slid the book back onto
the shelf. “Not really.” She indicated the books I had in my hand. “I think
you’ve had better luck.”
“You can borrow one if you like. I tend to buy in batches.”
She tilted her head, silently mouthing the titles. She
looked up with a smile. “That would be lovely.”
“I was gonna grab a cup of coffee. Can I interest you in
joining me?”
“I’d love to.”
Seated across from her, I realized it was the first time
we’d ever been alone.
“You come here often?”
She shook her head with a wry grin. “Is that your best
pick-up line, Maddox?”
I chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here until
today.”
“I was in the office for a short while, then dropped in here.
Usually I browse on my lunch hour.”
“That makes sense.”
Silence fell as we sipped our coffee, but it wasn’t
uncomfortable. I noticed she nibbled at the end of her thumb, and it struck me
as odd. Given her stoic persona, I found it rather endearing.
And I found my thoughts strange. Endearing wasn’t a word I
used often—if ever.
She met my gaze. “So, is it?”
“Is it what?”
“Is that your best pick-up line?”
I studied her as I drank my coffee. “I don’t typically do
pick-up lines.”
She smirked. “I’m not surprised.”
“Sorry?”
“With that whole silver fox thing you’ve got going, I’m
sure you don’t have to.”
I frowned. “Silver fox?”
“Maddox, the silver fox. Young, sexy, wealthy, plus that
premature gray? I bet you beat them off with a stick.”
I shook my head, amused at her thoughts. “I’m sorry to
disappoint, but no.”
“Really? I’m surprised.”
I sat back, crossing my legs, swinging one foot. “What
about you, Deirdre? All prim and pretty. You drive the lawyers crazy at your
firm?”
She laughed. “Dee. No one calls me Deirdre. It’s stuffy and
formal.”
“No. It’s a lovely name for a lovely woman. It suits you.
The lawyers you date don’t call you by your full name?”
She ignored my comment about her name. “I don’t date
lawyers, or anyone else at my firm,” she stated firmly. “In fact, I don’t
date.”
“Ever?”
She hesitated, then shook her head. “No. Love, romantic
love, isn’t for me.”
I took in a deep breath and spoke. “Why is that?”
“It’s dangerous. It overwhelms and kills you.”
At my raised eyebrow, she continued.
“I’m not saying I don’t see people. I have…needs. But I
don’t do romantic relationships. I’ve seen the way love destroys people.” She
held up her hand before I could speak. “I know it works for some, but I’m not
built that way.”
I drained my coffee, then leaned forward. “Neither am I.”
She widened her eyes. “Really?”
“Love equals power. The power to destroy. The ability to
hurt and cause pain. The chaos it causes. That’s what love means to me. It
destroys trust and leaves you weak.”
“You feel that way about everyone?”
“There are a few exceptions. And I will never break them
for a woman.”
Our eyes met, silent understanding passing between us. The
air shifted, and I felt our mutual desire grow. It stretched out, pushing
tentatively against the boundaries we had erected. She propped her elbow on the
table, lifting her thumb to her mouth. Her small teeth gnawed at the flesh. It
was an innocent gesture, yet I found it provocative.
“I have needs too,” I murmured. Reaching over, I tugged her
thumb from her mouth, inspecting it. From the roughness of the skin, and the
fact that it was the second time she’d done it since we sat down, it was
clearly a nervous habit for her. I slowly dragged my fingers across her palm,
then laid her hand on the table.
Her breathing hitched. “I’m older than you are.”
“Three years,” I scoffed. “It’s nothing.”
“I’m serious. I don’t do relationships.”
“Nor do I.” I bent forward, lowering my voice. “May I be
blunt with you?”
“I prefer blunt.”
“I find you incredibly attractive, Deirdre. Very sexy in
your buttoned-up clothes and calm exterior. I’d like to see what happens when
you’re naked and aroused.” I tilted my head, studying her. “Like now—are you
aware in the past few minutes, your breathing picked up and your eyes darkened?
You have the loveliest color across your cheeks. Even the tips of your ears are
pink. I wonder how far down I could make you flush that way.”
Her color deepened, but she didn’t flinch. She shifted
closer, our knees pressed together under the table. Her normally husky voice
was even lower, turning me on. “You want honest?”
I nodded.
“I think you’re one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met,
Maddox. I see how your toned body moves when you walk, and I imagine you moving
in me. You use your hands a lot when you talk, and I want to feel them on my
skin. Your muscles flex under your expensive suits, and I want to feel them
tighten under my touch.” She ran her finger over her lips. “I want to taste you
and watch you fall apart.”
“Then maybe we should go and explore each other.”
New York
Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content
life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus
years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends
and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While
seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things
computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new
recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also
enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best
part of any trip.
Melanie
loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free
falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and
piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She's learned happily
ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
Melanie
is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions
regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at
flavia@bookcaseagency.com
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