My Rating: 4 Stars
Sex Scenes: Yes.
Series: No.
Synopsis:
NOBODY DOES IT BETTER is here! Grab your copy today!
Some women are just forbidden.
Like—off the top of my head—MY SISTER'S LIFE-LONG BEST FRIEND.
Sis has made it patently clear that Vanessa is hands-off, as in keep my ladies’ man paws far away from her clever, go-getter best friend who's ready for the real deal. That should be an easy guideline to follow, except Vanessa is deliciously flirty, easy to talk to, and laughs at my jokes. Translation – my libido has been craving her many, many years. So many that we might have stolen a kiss or two.
Can you say pent-up, crazy, raw desire?
That's exactly what we're both feeling when the storm of the century hits and it's 10 inches of snow with Vanessa and me trapped in a cabin all night long...
The trouble is—Vanessa isn't interested in my playboy ways, and I have one night to convince her that I'm the real deal.
NOBODY DOES IT BETTER is here! Grab your copy today!
Some women are just forbidden.
Like—off the top of my head—MY SISTER'S LIFE-LONG BEST FRIEND.
Sis has made it patently clear that Vanessa is hands-off, as in keep my ladies’ man paws far away from her clever, go-getter best friend who's ready for the real deal. That should be an easy guideline to follow, except Vanessa is deliciously flirty, easy to talk to, and laughs at my jokes. Translation – my libido has been craving her many, many years. So many that we might have stolen a kiss or two.
Can you say pent-up, crazy, raw desire?
That's exactly what we're both feeling when the storm of the century hits and it's 10 inches of snow with Vanessa and me trapped in a cabin all night long...
The trouble is—Vanessa isn't interested in my playboy ways, and I have one night to convince her that I'm the real deal.
Best friend's brother who she's wanted for years? Check.
Off-limits woman who he's been warned to stay away from? Yep.
One helluva snowstorm? More than eight inches!
Less than a dollar for a brand new romance? One-click!
NOBODY DOES IT BETTER is a red-hot forbidden romance novella from #1 NYT Bestseller Lauren Blakely. You can get it for just 99 cents now! But grab it at this amazing price NOW because the price will be going up at the end of release day! Get ready for wit, charm, and a whole lot of heat! Don't miss this delicious standalone best friend's brother romance!
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Love reading about all the old characters again and I couldn’t wait to read Vanessa and Shaw’s story.
It’s a short cute book about a love that’s been in the making since they were young.
They were so worried about what everyone else thought and about how incompatible they were that they were missing out on something amazing. And as soon as they let go of their fears and take the leap, they will realize that it wasn’t as scary as they thought.
Loving each other is easy and natural for both of them.
This audiobook includes not one, not two, not three, but FOUR all new novellas! And they're performed by some of your favorite narrators! NOBODY DOES IT BETTER is narrated by Joe Arden and Erin Mallon with special cameo appearances from Carly Robins, Jason Clarke, Savannah Peachwood and Virginia Rose! Then, treat yourself to the brand-new story ONCE UPON A RED-HOT KISS, read by Jason Clarke and Erin Mallon. This novella is ONLY available in audio. Next, you’ll find TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, premiering in audio and read by Andi Arndt and R.C. Bray (from Birthday Suit!)-- it's the story of Flynn's sister Olivia (from Come As You Are)! And it's only available in audio! Finally, you’ll finish with CAUGHT UP IN HER, available in audio for the first time and performed by Jason Clarke and Carly Robins. This audiobook is 6 hours of brand new, original content, and it will not be in the romance package. Get your copy today! Audio https://amzn.to/2VjEzvq Audible https://adbl.co/2uN2yaE
"Packed with lust and laughter, Lauren layered in just enough tension to keep me on my toes while delivering the satisfaction quickly as years of pent-up, mutual, not-so-secret longing was finally given the time, the space and the will to be explored." ~Red Cheeks Reads
"The perfect mixture of romance, swoon, comedy, tension and heat." ~Stacy at Romance Reading Diva
"Perfection! Shaw and Vanessa's story is pure perfection!" ~Messy Bun Book Blog
About Lauren Blakely:
A #1 New York Times Bestselling, #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling, and #1 Audible Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that's sweet, sexy and witty. Her heroines are strong and smart and her heroes have hearts of gold and fantastic funny bones. She lives in California with her family, including her smoking hot and hilarious husband and her two brilliant and kind children. She has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs -- she might have four dogs, or maybe five. If she's lucky, she'll soon have six dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, and she's sold more than 3 million books. In April she'll release NOBODY DOES IT BETTER, in May THE DATING PROPOSAL, and in June SATISFACTION GUARANTEED. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter
EXCERPT
~VANESSA~
I have this fantasy.
The details vary a little. Sometimes I’m in the town diner, other times I’m walking across the square. Most of the time, I’m right here at the one-stop check-in and shoe counter at my bowling alley.
The rest of it goes like this: This guy strides up to me. A rush of tingles spreads down my chest at the sight of his dark hair, his five-o’clock shadow, and his big, burly frame. He drums his fingers on the Formica, lifts a brow, then smiles.
I mean one of those world-class, panty-melting grins that make you swoon.
But the real swoon is what comes next.
He’ll say, “Level with me, Vanessa. I’ve had it bad for you for most of the last two decades, and I’ll wager it’s the same for you. If you feel even one ounce of what I feel, let’s shed this whole ruse and make it official. Go out with me. Go out with me tonight.”
The rest? It’s a montage of oh yeses; hot, wet kisses; and messy lipstick.
That’s the fantasy. My reality on a Wednesday evening in February?
The door opens and a familiar figure strolls in. Even from a distance, he catches my gaze then tips his chin and mouths hey.
My stomach flips, and then it somersaults again when he reaches my post, winks, and asks for a pair of shoes. I know his size, so I hand him the fourteens.
“You know what they say about big shoes?” His deep, raspy voice makes my chest flutter.
I quirk up my lips. “That they’re perfect for clowns?”
And that smile? Oh boy. It spreads into the sexiest grin. “Vanessa Maria Marquez, are you saying I’m a clown?”
I shrug, a little playfully, looking at the shoes in his hands. “If the shoe fits…”
He leans closer. “The other thing they say about big shoes is that it’s hard…”
I wait for him to make a dirty joke, to lob an innuendo. Breath held, I wait for him to say Let’s do this, because hope never dies. And then I wait for the abject guilt of keeping a secret from Perri to subside. Perri, one of my two best friends in the universe, the girl who’s been there for me through every up and down, who attended the theatrical productions I worked on in high school, the friend who rushed to my side in the hospital room when I broke my leg skiing in college, even though she was two hours away, the woman I gave the kick in the pants to last year with her guy when she needed it.
Shaw’s hazel eyes flicker, and I know he’s waiting for me to set up his dirty joke.
My guilt hardens—and my hope deepens, too. The longing for this man beats on.
I return to his “hard” comment. “Hard for what?”
“Hard to find socks.”
I laugh, shake my head, and shoo him off. “Go bowl some strikes, Shaw.”
He gives me a tip of the imaginary hat and heads off to lane twenty, joining a few fellow firemen. I do my damnedest not to stare at his sexy butt, or admire his big frame, or, honestly, even think about him like that.
It’s something I’ve been trying to do for years.
When a group of older ladies—twice my age and totally fabulous—comes in, I shift my focus, setting them up at one of the lanes and serving them wine.
For the next thirty minutes, I don’t even look at lane twenty.
Well, maybe I peek once or twice.
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