My Thoughts
Layla is one of my favorite authors, so I have to admit that I was pretty excited that she was stepping into the stepbrother romance arena. She does sizzle well and I was looking for a new spin on the whole stepbrother story. She did that for sure.
David isn't happy about having to move in with his mother, but looks at it as an opportunity to hit the rodeo circuit. Well if only it could be that easy. There's this stepsister complication named April. April is not a character that you can love from the start. She is childish and kind of a bitch at first. But peel back that layer and discover what happened to cause her to be that way and you can't help but tumble for the girl. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Dynomite 4 hearts!
David isn't happy about having to move in with his mother, but looks at it as an opportunity to hit the rodeo circuit. Well if only it could be that easy. There's this stepsister complication named April. April is not a character that you can love from the start. She is childish and kind of a bitch at first. But peel back that layer and discover what happened to cause her to be that way and you can't help but tumble for the girl. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Dynomite 4 hearts!
About the Book
I met him on the shittiest day of my life.
And being arrested for prostitution wasn’t the worst part.
Legend had it my new stepbrother was called Dynomite
because, well, he spewed like a raging volcano.
That only made me hate him more, thinking about his damned
volcano. I loathed him and his arrogant vanity, his smug self-assurance. Dyno
Drummond had no reason for vanity as far as I could tell. He was just an
outlaw, a horse that couldn’t be tamed, a down and dirty vaquero who dreamed of
being a rodeo star.
He busted his way into my life, my house, fucking everything
that walked. Not me. I was Miss Squarepants, Head Bitch, holier-than-thou
cheerleader who couldn’t be touched. Dyno called me a Force-Me Queen. If only I
knew what that meant.
My football playing boyfriend was a brainless goon. My BFF
coveted and loathed Dyno just as I did. Dyno’s only friend was the alcoholic
Native American, Sequoia, the kid on the fast track to nowhere.
Seven years ago, the shit hit the fan. Dyno left, did a few
tours as a SEAL, and came back different—decorated, mature. He thinks he’s
tough enough to rejoin the circuit and become a bareback bronc champ again. He
thinks he can break me, too. Well, he’s got another thing coming.
I don’t break easily.
Bad cowboy.
Go to my room.
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About the Author
Layla Wolfe is satisfied with a leather jacket, one bad-ass
pink camo compound bow, and a vicarious outlaw lifestyle.
Layla has published 30+ erotic romance titles under the name
Karen Mercury.
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