My Thoughts
Mason is a hot as hell naughty talking player (not by his definition though) fighter whose world gets rocked hard when he picks his future sister-in-law up at the airport for his sister's wedding to her brother. One smile and he was a goner. What I loved about Mason is that deep down past that player is a man that longs to have Hailey in his life for longer than a week and will fight not only for her life, but also for her heart. Hailey is also thrown for a loop when she meets Mason. She most definitely wasn't expecting to fall hard for a man that she feels she isn't good enough for anything more than what they share that week. She loves him, but has some serious self esteem issues that manifests in an illness. Hailey didn't see him coming, but loves him all the same. I so enjoyed their story.
I give Mace 4 hearts!
About the Book
~ Mace ~
I fell for Hailey the moment I laid eyes on her, before I
knew about the three King Kong size battles I would have to fight to be with
her.
By the time Linc warned me that his gorgeous sister with
legs a mile long was off limits and “emotionally fragile,” it was too late.
There was no turning back.
Then there’s my friend Senn, who had a one-night stand with
Hailey. He’s trying his best to get a repeat performance during the week of
Claire and Linc’s wedding. Sorry buddy, bros might come before hoes, but they
don’t come before sweet southern belles.
And last but not least, the IFC insists that if I want a
million dollar contract and a championship title fight then I need to keep up
my playboy image to fuel all the female fans' filthy fantasies.
But for Hailey, I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine.
~ Hailey ~
Smooth talkin’, sexier than sin, Mason Reed came out of
nowhere and stole my heart, despite his inappropriate obsession with my
panties. I’m not supposed to fall for the “little” brother of my soon to be
sister-in-law, or be fantasizin' about lickin’ every inch of his tattoos the
week of her and Linc’s wedding.
Mason’s seven years younger than me, and infamous for his so
called “harem.” His fight intro song is actually a tribute to his magical…well,
it rhymes with rock. Not only will he likely end up hurtin’ me, but he’s
also…rock blockin' Senn, my former hot fling.
After I find out just how close Mason is to landin’ a huge
IFC contract if he keeps performin' his magic tricks for all the ladies, I
refuse to let him give it all up for me.
I had no idea how much I would miss him or how much it would
hurt when I finally succeeded in pushin' him away.
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Excerpt
Mace
Copyright © 2016 Lane Hart
All rights reserved.
Her sigh is so heavy, I can practically feel the warmth of
her breath whooshing against my ear before she says, "You're late."
There's something about the weight in those two words and
how her golden shoulders slump that have me feeling shittier than maybe ever
before for being slack. Not just slack, I was fucking selfish, making this
incredibly classy and gorgeous woman wait for me in a shitty airport coffee
shop while I was dicking around. The southern beauty doesn't even sound pissed.
She sounds...disappointed in me. Which is so much worse. And I know right then
and there that my being late has actually hurt her feelings. In a rare moment
of understanding how the crazy female brain works because I have—had— two older
sisters, I even realize exactly why she's upset - I didn't think she was
important enough to be on time for.
"I'm sorry," I say with as much conviction as
possible, because I honestly mean it. If I had known about those fucking
mile-long legs and her slow, sexy drawl, I would've been here at sunrise,
waiting to worship her on my knees instead of having a threesome. That’s right,
she equals the equivalent of two sexy women. Hell, maybe even four. "What
can I do to make it up to you?” I ask, wanting, no, scratch that, needing to
have her forgiveness. “Any fucking thing. Name it, and you've got it,
sweetheart."
And that’s when it happens. Her face breaks into a smile that's
so stunning it actually causes a hiccup in the space-time continuum. It's like
in a movie when the entire room freezes. Everyone else around us disappeared,
time stood still, and the single moment hung suspended in its progression, all
because of her.
I pull the phone away from my ear to see what time it is
because I never want to forget this monumental, historic event. Eleven-eleven on June sixth is the exact
moment I fell in love with that smile. And now I’m absolutely sure that I'll
not only keep my promise to do anything to make up for being late, but I'm also
certain that I would do anything on God’s green Earth just to see her smile
again.
About the Author
New York Times bestselling author Lane Hart was born and
raised in North Carolina. She continues to live in the south with her husband,
two daughters, and several pets named after Star Wars characters.
When Lane's not writing or reading sexy novels, she can be
found in the summer on the beaches of the east coast, and in the fall watching
football, cheering on the Carolina Panthers.
Giveaway
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and a signed set of
the four books in the series
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