TBR reviewer: Christine
Trapped in what amounts to a marriage of convenience, Ben is giving it one last shot before
throwing in the towel. But when his wife brings her assistant along to a conference in Myrtle Beach, Ben finally realizes just how empty his life has been.
Now that two handsome beach boys have made Terri an offer she can’t
refuse, Ben is left with a wife who won’t agree to a divorce and a woman he
knows he can’t have.
Terri is struck by love at first sight. Problem is, it’s her bosses husband and their marriage isn’t even close to happy. Terri is a big shot, Jacqueline’s assistant. She never found men worth her time and as a result is a 20 something year old virgin. She’s quiet, curvy and I really liked her.
Ben, the bosses hot husband wants to start a family but his wife isn’t willing. He’s a little harder to pin down, character wise with some serious mood swings. Then there’s ‘Slim’ and ‘Shorty’. Two hot guys on the beach attracted by Terri's purple bikini who are offering to make her vacation more fun by having the best threesome ever. I admit, I did not trust these guys. Call it a gut feeling, but I won’t tell you if I was right. Read Sex, Love and a Purple Bikini to find out.
The heat, none, it was freakin’ flames! Reaching for the sky, red hot, passionate flames that had me clenching my thighs and squirming in my seat. Thank God, I wasn’t in a public place, they would have known exactly what genre I was reading. The characters jumped off the pages and landed at my heart. This story was endearing with an ending that had me grinning foolishly. Now, the only complaint I had was the pace. Some parts were so slow moving. So why exactly did I give it 5 stars?
Sex, Love and a Purple Bikini was scorching hot, sugar sweet and a unique spin on a virgin romance.
Don’t wait. Go buy this. Read. Fall in love.
Clad only in her panties, she was reaching for the next suit with about as much enthusiasm as she would’ve felt for a boa constrictor when Ben rapped on the door.
“Here, try this one,” he said, flipping a purple and white flowered bikini over the door.
If the other suit was a boa constrictor, this one was definitely a cobra. Terri stared at it just waiting for it to strike. Oh, wow… Low blow… He had to have known she couldn’t possibly fit into the damned thing; he was just trying to make her feel bad. He’d already accused her of being stupid, which she was most definitely not. Quiet, perhaps, but certainly not stupid. Then she spotted the tag. Apparently he’d been paying attention, despite her efforts to hide the fact that she had been looking at the size sixteens.
The hanger was still hooked on his finger, and when she didn’t respond, he jiggled it up and down. “What’s the matter? Don’t you think it’s pretty?”
Maybe. On any body but me. It looked just fine on the hanger, too, but Terri wasn’t about to put it on. No possible way.
“Come on, now,” he cajoled. “Just try it. You’ll look great.”
Already suspecting that after his initial irritation he’d been trying to kill her with kindness, he now appeared to be making a valiant attempt at trying to win her over with flattery—although why he felt the need to do so was a mystery. What did her mood matter to him anyway? On the other hand, if his desire was to embarrass her to death, this would be just the thing because there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that something that skimpy would look good on her. Not in this lifetime.
“No,” she said firmly.
“Terri,” he said with a hint of warning in his voice. “Put it on, or I’m leaving here without you.”
If embarrassment was his ulterior motive, he obviously wasn’t above making threats to achieve it. Then she realized why. It was his revenge for her being there to come between him and his wife. The worst part of it was, she probably deserved it for agreeing to participate in this farce to begin with. It didn’t matter if he ever realized she knew precisely why she was there or not because he was bound to figure it out eventually. And once he did, she would probably wind up unemployed in addition to whatever torment he might dish out. Her
anger flaring, she snatched the hanger from his finger, hoping she might get lucky and yank off his fingernail in the process.
Snarling when she heard him chuckling rather than bellowing out in pain, she ripped it off the hanger. She’d never had on a bikini in her life and didn’t even wear bikini underwear. Yet another first for this trip. Pulling the neck strap over her head, she hooked the back before stepping angrily into the bottom half and stuffing her panties down below the waistband. Not even bothering to glance at the mirror, she yanked open the door for about a half a second, and then slammed it shut again.
Or tried to. Ben was too quick for her, catching the edge of the door and prying it open with his fingers.
Terri caught a brief glimpse of an expression she’d never before seen on the face of anyone who happened to be looking in her direction.
His jaw dropped. “Wow.”