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Contemporary, Romance - novel
TBR reviewer: Amanda
TBR reviewer: Amanda
Review
Sophia Ashwood is a 26 year old nanny who takes a live-in position caring for six-year old Victoria Bishop when her current nanny and Sophia's good friend leaves to get married. From the very beginning, Sophia is bothered by the intense, cold Dr. Collin Bishop, whom she mentally calls the "Antichrist". As she spends more time with Victoria and unintentionally gets to know Dr. Bishop's wealthy, dysfunctional family and friends, her life becomes inextricably mixed with his.
I thoroughly enjoyed Sophia's interactions with Victoria and how she drew the spoiled but attention-starved child out. I also like the last part of the book as all the hiccups and disagreements began to be resolved. However, I disliked Collin for the first two-thirds of the book, especially when he first pursued Sophia despite her continually telling him no and the danger to his custody of his daughter. I just could not buy their relationship for a significant part of the book; regardless of how attractive she found him, Sophia did not know Collin well and what she did know she did not like, so how they got together felt contrived.
In the end, Collin redeemed himself and I was happy with the ending, but this felt more like a soap opera with many interwoven story lines than a typical romance.
I thoroughly enjoyed Sophia's interactions with Victoria and how she drew the spoiled but attention-starved child out. I also like the last part of the book as all the hiccups and disagreements began to be resolved. However, I disliked Collin for the first two-thirds of the book, especially when he first pursued Sophia despite her continually telling him no and the danger to his custody of his daughter. I just could not buy their relationship for a significant part of the book; regardless of how attractive she found him, Sophia did not know Collin well and what she did know she did not like, so how they got together felt contrived.
In the end, Collin redeemed himself and I was happy with the ending, but this felt more like a soap opera with many interwoven story lines than a typical romance.
Excerpt
With the black boots, mask, and gloves in my hand, I walked into my bedroom. Two steps toward the bathroom, I started to pull at the zipper.
“Don’t.”
I gasped and spun. “Good god, Collin,” I heaved. “What are you doing in the dark?”
Stealthily, he approached me. Before I could catch my breath, his lips were on mine and his hands were sliding over the second skin costume.
“Put the mask back on,” he murmured against my mouth.
I pulled back. “What?”
“You heard me.” His eyes scanned my body. “Do you know how hot this costume is?”
“What?”My eyes widened.
He grinned slyly. “Catwoman is a personal favorite. Did you know that?” He examined my face as I shook my head. He grabbed the mask and brought it up to my head. “Please?” His eyes were intense.
I would never have been able to fight him. Not with the way he was looking at me. I slid the mask back on. He smiled large.
“Where’s the rest? The gloves, the boots?”
The laugh I’d been holding back erupted out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. He was like a teenage boy in a wet dream. He found the items without my help and rushed them back onto me.
“You know, I was looking forward to taking this outfit off, not putting it back on,” I dead panned.
His mouth captured mine. The kiss seared through me. His hands moved down over the suit, teasing me. I wanted to feel his bare fingertips on my skin, not through the material. When he reached my thighs, he dipped down and lifted me around his waist.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be on long.” A boyish grin spread across his mouth.
“Don’t.”
I gasped and spun. “Good god, Collin,” I heaved. “What are you doing in the dark?”
Stealthily, he approached me. Before I could catch my breath, his lips were on mine and his hands were sliding over the second skin costume.
“Put the mask back on,” he murmured against my mouth.
I pulled back. “What?”
“You heard me.” His eyes scanned my body. “Do you know how hot this costume is?”
“What?”My eyes widened.
He grinned slyly. “Catwoman is a personal favorite. Did you know that?” He examined my face as I shook my head. He grabbed the mask and brought it up to my head. “Please?” His eyes were intense.
I would never have been able to fight him. Not with the way he was looking at me. I slid the mask back on. He smiled large.
“Where’s the rest? The gloves, the boots?”
The laugh I’d been holding back erupted out of my mouth. I couldn’t help it. He was like a teenage boy in a wet dream. He found the items without my help and rushed them back onto me.
“You know, I was looking forward to taking this outfit off, not putting it back on,” I dead panned.
His mouth captured mine. The kiss seared through me. His hands moved down over the suit, teasing me. I wanted to feel his bare fingertips on my skin, not through the material. When he reached my thighs, he dipped down and lifted me around his waist.
“Don’t worry, it won’t be on long.” A boyish grin spread across his mouth.
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