Marry the girl I’ve had a crush on my whole life? Check.
Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check.
Produce an heir… Wait, what?
I have ninety days to knock up my brand-new fake wife. There’s only one problem—she hates my guts.
And in the fine print of the contract? The requirement that we produce an heir.
She can’t stand to be in the same room with me. Says she’ll never be in my bed.
But I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I’m not about to start now.
Mark my words—I’ll have her begging for me, and it won’t take ninety days.
On the heels of her smash hit and New York Times bestselling SCREWED series, Kendall Ryan brings you HITCHED, a romantic comedy that delivers heart and heat. A NYC playboy turned business mogul has ninety days to win over the woman he's always desired in order to save his father's company. One tiny problem: She hates his guts.
Hitched is Kendall Ryan doing what Kendall Ryan does best. Sweet, sexy, short, and fun. The blurb for this one completely drew me in.
Marry the girl I’ve had a crush on my whole life? Check.
Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check.
Produce an heir… Wait, what?
Noah Tate and Olivia Cane’s fathers have been business partners and friends for many years. Noah and Olivia have known each other most of their entire lives. It’s pretty apparent that Noah has always carried a torch for Olivia. Sure, he’s a bit of a player now, and she’s more of the serious type, but you can tell that he has feelings for her.
When Noah’s father dies, his will stipulates that to take over the company with Olivia and become co-CEO’s they have to get married. It takes a while to convince Olivia this is a good idea. Olivia is immune to Noah’s charms, or so it seems. He finally does convince her of marriage. Living together. Maybe giving what they have a go. But an heir… that wasn’t anything Olivia was aware of and apparently, it’s also part of the clause.
Olivia is one of those serious headstrong girls. You would think she is content being alone, seeing as work is always her priority, but deep down, she wants to be in love. It’s a dream of hers, her deepest desire. Which is why marrying Noah is so hard for her to do. She wants a husband who loves her deeply and finds her irresistible. Little does she know, she may get that with Noah. It’s plain to see that Noah has feelings for Olivia. He’s attracted to her, but he genuinely cares about her as well. Noah isn’t just a man-whore. He’s actually a kind person and a good guy. I liked Olivia and Noah both and I’m rooting for them as a couple!
Hitched was a read that kept me entertained and made me laugh. It had just enough steam to give it that Kendall Ryan flare, but left me desperately wanting for more at the same time. After that ending, I’m happy to see that the next book will be coming out soon! I’m excited to read volume 2 and see what happens with Noah and Olivia.
About The Author:
A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
Visit her at: www.kendallryanbooks.com for the latest book news, and fun extras
Links:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/KendallRyan1
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/kendallryan1/
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Kendall-Ryan/e/B009FNTHMK/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1407617700&sr=8-2-ent
EXCERPT:
"That’s the whole point of doing this trial period—to see how well we can play ball together before committing to a team-up. I’m doing my best to become friends with you, so . . .”
He tilts his head with a half smile. “Just friends? I’ve got my sights set a little higher.”
Gee, I never would have guessed, what with his constant attempts to steer the conversation toward sex.
I quirk one eyebrow in skepticism. “Friendship is all we need to pull this thing off. And we’re pretty much starting from square one . . . I would call us acquaintances, at best. Don’t you think you’re being a little overambitious?”
“Nope,” he replies, cocky smile still firmly in place.
I roll my eyes. “Wow. Your arrogance truly has no limits.”
“If I can put my money where my mouth is . . .” His lustful smirk makes it clear exactly where he’d like to put his mouth. “Then it’s not arrogance. Just confidence.”
“What makes you think I would want more with you, anyway? You aren’t exactly my type.”
I expect him to just give me a knowing look, or maybe toss back some mild innuendo. What I absolutely did not expect was, “Because I have a nine-inch cock.”
I almost choke on my martini for a third time. I splutter, “Is that number supposed to impress me?”
3"
I give him a skeptical look. “You want to show me your dick?”
“If it’ll help convince you.” He drains the last drops of his Scotch and stands up. “Come on, let’s go.”
I stare after him as he walks away.
Is he serious? He’s just going to whip it out? I look around to see if anyone is watching me, then I get up and follow him to the bar’s back hallway, near the restrooms, unable to comprehend why the hell I’m humoring him. This is ridiculous.
Once we’re safely in a private corner, Noah undoes his belt, opens his fly . . . and pulls out a fucking fire hose.
Holy mother of God. My hands fly to my mouth. I want to gasp in shock, but there’s no way I’m giving him the upper hand.
He was right. His cock is nothing short of massive, and it’s not even fully erect right now. Nine inches may actually be a conservative estimate of what it might look like hard. He must destroy men’s egos every time he walks into a locker room. And I don’t even want to think about what he destroys with women . . .
“Meh. I’ve seen bigger,” I force out, fighting to maintain my composure.
Noah chuckles. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“Well, th-that monster is not coming anywhere near my uterus. No, thank you. I prefer to keep my organs intact.”
Noah’s grin widens. “I doubt that, but just to be on the safe side, I’ll ease it in nice and slow. Piece of cake. Plus, you’ve got good health insurance, right?”
“That is not funny, Noah. Now, put that thing away or I’ll remove it.”
I try to sound stern, but my shaking voice and bright red cheeks surely give me away. Why the hell can’t I stop staring?
He chuckles—yeah, the jerk can definitely see right through me—but he obliges, tucking the beast back into its lair.
No comments:
Post a Comment