The first time I met Caine West was in a bar. He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out. When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass. You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend--smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married. He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done. Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant. Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy. Oops. My mistake. Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology. I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right? That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning. Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant. I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking. Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West. This was going to be interesting… ADD TO GOODREADS
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5 amazing stars!
I feel like a broken record when it comes to my reviews for Vi Keeland's books. She blows my mind every single time. Beautiful Mistake was no different. As I was reading, I got this feeling in my chest that something was going to blow my mind. And it did. In a huge way.
Professor West knocked my socks off...err should I say panties off? Ha! When he helped change her tire....I may have swooned!! Vi Keeland writes the best banter between characters, every new book I look forward to that the most. She always makes me laugh and swoon at the same time.
If you haven't read a Vi Keeland Book...SHAME ON YOU! Just kidding....or am I? Seriously, do yourself a favor and buy this book AND READ IT! You can't miss meeting Caine West!!
The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.
He noticed ht—telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.
You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend--smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.
He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.
Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.
Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy.
Oops. My mistake.
Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.
I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?
That’s what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.
Well, hello Professor West, I’m your new teaching assistant.
I’ll be working under you…figuratively speaking.
Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing—working under Professor West.
This was going to be interesting…
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