by Piper Rayne
Series: Dirty Truths #3
Genre: Romantic Comedy (Standalone)
Release Date: January 5th, 2018
People like to see the womanizing jerk fall…the one who takes the number, but never calls? The guy who beds and never weds? Everyone wants to see that guy fall in love, right?
Pfft. Sounds like a script straight out of one of the box office movies my clients make.
Get your head out of the clouds because in real life the arrogant player doesn’t fall head over heels for the feisty brunette.
Unless the feisty brunette met him years before he’d perfected his cool demeanor. Unless she carved a spot out of his heart that never fully healed.
Our first meeting kick started my heart. Fourteen years later, our reunion was less heart and more kick. Turns out Quinn is just as hot and bothered to see me as I am her and I have the head injury to prove it.
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I roll over, pulling the covers up to my neck, burying my pounding head into my pillow. The pressure is like a steaming pot rattling the lid.
Flipping back over, I stare up at my ceiling. I focus on the fan above me, circling around and around. My body shivers from my fever and I can barely form a coherent thought, my head is so heavy with congestion.
From the bedside table my phone dings, no doubt my agent asking where the hell my book is. The lies are going to catch up to me now. Now that I can’t sit in front of my computer for the next twenty hours straight to get her a shitty draft.
I pop up in bed, my heart squeezing while the room spins.
I throw the covers off me, swinging my feet over the side of the bed. Staying as still as I can, I wait. Maybe it was Toby, the cat next door, snooping in the trashcans again. Or the mailman dropping a package by the front door. But it sounded like it was inside.
I freeze at the male voice that’s not coming from outside my windows, but inside my house. I look over at my nightstand to grab my phone and that’s when I remember…I left it downstairs on my kitchen table. Shit. Slowly, I pull the drawer open, grabbing the heavy-duty flashlight my dad gave me as a housewarming present.
My socks slide on the hardwood floors as I inch closer to my bedroom door, waiting for another sound.
“What?” the intruder asks, and my hair whips in my face as I spin around the door frame into the hall, half expecting to see him or his partner. Shit. There could be two of them. I find nothing.
“You’re a smart girl, you can handle it on your own. I’ll be in at noon.” The water turns on again and the man’s voice triggers something inside of me. Familiarity courses through me, but I remind myself I only know two people in this city and only one of them has a key. The other one wrote me out of his life more than a decade ago.
I tiptoe down the stairs, my hand sliding down the railing, my other hand raised with the flashlight in my grip. Adrenaline gives me the strength I didn’t have minutes ago to get out of bed.
The loud noises increase, coming from the kitchen, so I don’t have to worry about my approach. I round the end of my stairs, walk past my bookshelves and, grabbing every ounce of my Wonder Woman strength, I run forward and hit the man over the head.
He spins immediately. “Whoa!” His hands move up to block me, but I continue hammering away at him. Over and over again until he loses his footing on the floor and falls to his ass, his hands criss-crossed in front of his face. “What the fuck?” he screams.
Dropping the flashlight, I dart over to the counter and yank open a drawer, plucking a butcher knife out, holding it out toward him.
His arms slowly lower and the knife trembles in my hands, thudding to the floor. In my haze of recognition, he slides his leg out and kicks the knife away.
“Jagger?” My voice is like a scared mouse in front of a cat.
Confusion is etched in every line of his still-handsome face. “Belle?”
Rage over the nickname he used to call me because of my love for reading lights a fire in my belly. “Don’t call me that!” I imagine patting myself on the back. In my head, I’m bouncing from toe to toe like a boxer preparing to pummel her opponent. But my exhilaration slows as I really see him now.
Fourteen years later and he still has the ability to steal my breath away. He rounds to all fours and his large frame rolls up until he towers over me. At one point, I loved that about him. The way my head fit perfectly under his chin. The way his long arms encompassed my entire body, warming me like a blanket. The way his lips would brush along the top of my head, silently telling me no one would hurt me as long as I was in his arms.
His movements pause, and his gaze fixates on me. Too quickly, that look of surprise vanishes. “Let’s not continue with the dramatics, okay?” He raises his hands in front of him in a placating gesture. Condescending and arrogant—a side to him that once turned me on.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
His gaze inspects my body like he’s trying to figure out what I look like under my pajama pants, t-shirt and sweater.
Fuck. I grab my stringy brown hair and pull it to the side, hoping to God I don’t look like I feel, which is beaten and left for dead on the side of the road.
The right side of his lips tip up like he’s enjoying what he’s thinking in that mind of his.
I crisscross the sides of my cardigan to cover myself. He can masturbate his dick off before he’ll ever get a look at me again.
Without a word he walks over to the counter, picks up a card and hands it to me.
“You hired this service?” He cocks an eyebrow.
In the haze of my illness, I never cancelled.
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About the authors:
Piper Rayne, or Piper and Rayne, whichever you prefer because we’re not one author, we’re two. Yep, you get two established authors for the price of one. You might be wondering if you know us? Maybe you’ll read our books and figure it out. Maybe you won’t. Does it really matter?
We aren’t trying to stamp ourselves with a top-secret label. We wanted to write without apology. We wanted to not be pigeon holed into a specific outline. We wanted to give readers a story without them assuming how the story will flow. Everyone has their favorite authors, right? And when you pick up their books, you expect something from them. Whether it’s an alpha male, heavy angst, a happily ever after, there’s something you are absolutely certain the book will contain. Heck, we’re readers, too, we get it.
What can we tell you about ourselves? We both have kindle’s full of one-clickable books. We're both married to husbands who drive us to drink. We're both chauffeurs to our kids. Most of all, we love hot heroes and quirky heroines that make us laugh, and we hope you do, too.
Jagger's story was probably one of the most anticipated reads because I’m sure that I wasn’t the only one that couldn't wait to see one of the biggest womanizers retiring from his game and settling down.
Once again this author duo brought us a well written, sweet and funny romance, this time about a guy who we got to know as Leo and Vance's best friend, a businessman and playboy. He's self-assured, smart, gave his all in everything he did, was a winning man in business as well as in his private life and he never settled for anything less than the best.
'I unbutton my suit jacket and glance down. “Should I get a spandex suit with a big J on the chest?”'
Quinn owned Jagger’s heart once and there had never been another one like her because she's the only one he ever wanted to settle down with. After all these years, he finally found her and now's his chance to have her back again or else lose her forever.
Back in the day she was a sweet girl, but she's neither innocent nor naive anymore and Jagger had to up his game. He was a master when it came to getting what he wanted though, so it's just a matter of time until she gave in to his charm.
This book was the very best regarding the fun factor because I absolutely loved the razzing from Victoria, and Quinn's witty remarks to Jagger's cocky comments. It had the most funniest scenes of all Piper Rayne's books. I laughed so hard.
'He can masturbate his dick off before he'll ever get a look at me again.'
If I could have changed one thing, it would have been the seemingly easy second chance that happened. Although it was not really easy and they had a lot to work through, it just felt a bit too smooth for me, especially regarding Jagger's history with women. The story was still awesome and I liked Jagger a lot but after all those years womanizing, he gave up his bachelor life rather easily. But I guess when the right person comes into your life, there's just no doubt, right?!
'Under the facade of a rich boy who gets what he wants, there's a lost boy I found once upon a time. Too bad he disappeared from me just as fast.'
Jagger had a big heart for the few people he's let in and although he didn't like to show his vulnerable side, we did get a tiny glimpse of it, which made him so much more loveable.
One of my highlights in this book was the short appearance of the characters from the Modern Love Series (my favorite btw) and I'm already waiting (im)patiently for the next very promising series! =)
-- I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book given by Enticing Journey Book Promotions. --
My rating: 4 of 5 stars