Series: Ribbon Ridge #5
Published by Avon Source: Edelweiss
Genres: Alpha Guy, Contemporary Romance, Friendship, Millionaire/Billionaire Hero, Motorcycles, Romance
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Denver real estate mogul, Liam Archer, has always been a thrill-seeker, and the loss of his identical twin brother has only intensified his reckless behavior. Sky diving, heli-skiing, motorcycle riding…he’s tried everything once. Except falling in love. Liam doesn’t do relationships, but a no-strings fling with Aubrey Tallinger—the smart, gorgeous lawyer handling his brother’s estate—is totally his speed.
At first, hooking up with Liam whenever he’s in Ribbon Ridge is perfect; but Aubrey fears she could fall hard for the sexy daredevil, if he’d only stop refusing to acknowledge the demons he’s trying to outrun. To protect herself from heartbreak, Aubrey ends their affair. But this time, Liam isn’t leaving town and instead of seduction, he wants to be…friends.
The white hot attraction between them still sizzles but Liam knows that winning Aubrey back won’t happen in his bed. He’ll have to convince her that he’s more than the careless, adrenaline junkie she believes him to be. Because when they kiss, Liam feels whole again… and he isn’t ready to give her up without a fight.
The premise for this book just seemed so heartbreaking, and frankly I like a book that tugs at my heartstrings. So this book is pretty far into the series, book five, and while you don’t need to have read the other books to read this one, I think I would recommend it (even though I didn’t) just because I feel like there is a lot of backstory going on, and the family in this book is HUGE, so there are a lot of characters to get to know and names to remember, and it might be easier if you had all the backstory from the beginning.
So what I knew going into this book was that Liam had an identical twin, one who killed himself, his name was Alex. And he prepared for his death with his lawyer, Aubrey, (who he kind of duped into preparing for the worst case, she had no idea he was going to kill himself). Aubrey and Liam have one of those very passionate relationship, frankly because they are both dealing with the loss, and it’s almost like they are taking their grief and emotions out on each other. But when the book starts, it’s like a year since the two of them started secretly being each other’s convenient hookup, and Aubrey is fed up, she wants to be something more, not just someone Liam calls when he is in town to get laid.
I liked Aubrey, she is really just a sweet girl, who has dreams of just a simple life. She wants a family and friends, and loves living in a smaller community and being a lawyer who is able to be friendly with her clients. I loved how she has bonded with the Liam’s family, she is the family lawyer dealing with a lot of real estate issues, so she has to interact with them on a fairly regular basis. Aubrey is also way stronger of a character then I was expecting, I mean she kind of comes across as just this sweet girl, but she is also really stands up for herself and tries to do the best that she can in just about everything.
Now Liam, oh Liam, poor misguided Liam. I honestly felt so bad for him throughout the book, but then he would say something or do something and I would just think: “Remind me again why I feel for you cause you sometimes are just one big jerk”. Liam has basically never really dealt with the death of his brother. He has intentionally places himself on the outside of his family, going so far as to live in another state and only coming to visit for important events. He’s also like the world’s biggest adrenaline junkie, which is probably because it’s the only time he really lets himself feel anything. I really wanted him to take his head out of the sand and really starting living again, but this guy is really his own worst enemy.
Truthfully the reason why this book works so much for me is because the writer did a great job and making me really feel for the characters and the circumstances. I was so emotionally invested in this book. I wanted Liam and Aubrey to find a way to work it out, especially because they had some smoking hot chemistry that was just off the charts in some places. If you are like me and really like a book that really pulls at the heartstrings, then this is a book you should check out.
Aubrey grabbed her purse from the back of her chair and fished her wallet from the depths. “Here, let me pay you for my part of the bill.”
Liam’s hand closed over hers as he pushed the wallet back into her purse. “It’s fine. Come on, let’s go.”
This time she couldn’t seem to shake his hand away. She didn’t even try. She let his warmth, his masculinity seep into her and feed the fire burning in her core.
When they stepped outside, the cool, damp night air rushed over her, giving her much-needed clarity. She took a deep breath and moved away from Liam, taking her hand from his grasp and slinging her purse over her shoulder. Then she started to walk down the street. Away from him.
But he only fell into step beside her.
“You’re cute when you’re drunk. Reminds me of Labor Day weekend.”
She threw him a glare. “Do not talk about that.”
It was chilly, so she wrapped her arms around herself. She realized it was also misting, like it had been earlier, and in her haste, she’d left her raincoat back at The Arch and Vine.
She turned a smile on Liam. “Any chance you want to run back and get my coat?” Then she could get rid of him.
He chuckled. “You really don’t want me walking you home, do you? I’ll grab it later. After I make sure you’re tucked into bed.”
She turned the corner onto her street. “Oh no you don’t. You aren’t coming anywhere near my bed.”
“I promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“I just realized your name is almost spelled the same as liar.” She arched a brow at him. “Coincidence? I think not.”
He laughed again. “You are too funny tonight.”
It started raining harder. He pulled his jacket off and wrapped it around her. “Come on, let’s pick up the pace.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her along at a steady clip.
The cooler temperature had given her a much-needed jolt of sobriety, but the speed walking was making her feel off-kilter again. “Not so fast,” she said, trying to tug her hand from his.
“Yes, fast. Or should I carry you?” His blue-gray gaze raked over her, and she realized it was possible to feel a shiver and a blast of heat at the same time. Or maybe she was just super extra drunk.
No, because if she was, she wouldn’t be thinking that, right? She’d be blithely unaware and probably gleefully clutching more than Liam’s hand.
They reached her house, and he ushered her up the driveway and onto her porch. He let go of her hand and held out his palm. “Key?”
Standing beneath the porch light, she rummaged around in her purse. Why did a woman’s purse always get more cavernous when she was looking for something?
Liam took it from her and stuck his hand inside. He immediately came up with her keys.
She put her hands on her hips. “How’d you do that?”
He flashed her a heart-stopping smile. “I think I told you once that I had magic fingers.”
Even if he hadn’t, she remembered. For a brief moment, she gave herself over to the memory of his hands on her body, the way he stroked her inner thigh, the manner in which he cupped her breast.
He opened the door and pulled her inside. “You’re wet.” He tugged his leather jacket from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
Bummer because it smelled deliciously like him—cedar and citrus. God, she loved that scent.
“Did you drink any water?” he asked.
She blinked at him. “What?”
“Water. You need water, or you’re going to be miserable come morning.”
Right. Water. No, she didn’t think they’d been drinking much water. Just tequila.
He took her hand again and led her straight back to the kitchen. He moved away from her, then came back and sat her down on one of the barstools. She half expected him to pat her on the head or something.
“You don’t have to take care of me like a lost puppy,” she said.
He laughed. “Is that what I’m doing?” He pulled a glass from her cabinet—he knew exactly where they were, which was remarkable since he’d only been inside her house a few times. She thought of the first time—that night last summer. Not cold and rainy like tonight, but hot and humid. Wet and sexy in a completely different way.
Holy hell she was horny.
He set the water on the counter in front of her. “Drink.”
She saluted him before picking up the glass and downing it.
He swept it up and went for a refill. In the meantime, she realized she was wet. Her sweater was damp from the mist and the rain before he’d covered her with his coat. She glanced at his back and realized he was wet, too. Wetter than she was. His shirt was plastered to his skin, delineating every spectacular muscle.
She swallowed and splayed her hands on top of the granite to stop herself from leaping up and grabbing him. Would that be so wrong? How terrible would one more night with Liam be? She was a grown-up. She knew not to expect more from him. She could do that, right? Trade her common sense for a night of unparalleled, mind-blowing, soul-satisfying sex?
Aubrey whisked her wet sweater over her head and tossed it on the stool beside her. Common sense was extremely overrated.