#AvailableNow!~~Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas
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He doesn’t use me, hurt me, or forget about me. He doesn’t treat me like I’m nothing, take me for granted, or make me feel unsafe.
He remembers me, laughs with me, and looks at me. He listens to me, protects me, and sees me. I can feel his eyes on me over the breakfast table, and my heart pumps so hard when I hear him pull in the driveway after work.
I have to stop this. It can’t happen.
My sister once told me there are no good men, and if you find one, he’s probably unavailable.
Only Pike Lawson isn’t the unavailable one.
I am.
She’d cook a few meals and clean up a little. It was an easy arrangement.
As the days go by, though, it’s becoming anything but easy. I have to stop my mind from drifting to her and stop holding my breath every time I bump into her in the house. I can’t touch her, and I shouldn’t want to.
The more I find my path crossing hers, though, the more she’s becoming a part of me.
But we’re not free to give into this. She’s nineteen, and I’m thirty-eight.
And her boyfriend’s father.
Unfortunately, they both just moved into my house.
Forbidden romance. How far would you go to be with your soulmate? Jordan and Pike started off as good friends. They knew their attraction was getting stronger, and they craved each other. They both struggled with their battles with lust. Penelope killed it with this one. Even with the age gap, you can’t put it down or stop rooting for them to be together. Pike and Jordan’s relationship isn’t something they excepted, but the heart wants what it wants. Can they overcome the obstacles that they will face? Is love worth fighting for?
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Jordan Hadley has not had it easy and life has forced her to be more mature than her age. She goes to school and works in a bar to take care of herself and her boyfriend Cole. Cole and Jordan were best friends who turned into lovers after a friend dies in a car accident. Drawn to each other for comfort it turns into something else. Cole is an irresponsible brat so throws a “birthday party” for Jordan that gets him evicted from their apartment. What’s a girl to do? Go with him of course to his Dad’s house.
Turns out Jordan and Pike have met before – on her birthday. In a dark movie theater where they bonded over classic horror films. They were attracted to each other until Cole calls from jail. The realization of how everyone is connected pouring over them like cold water. Things are about to get a lot more complicated. Pike Lawson is a hardworking man whose always done right by his son – though their relationship is strained thanks to money hungry and manipulative Lindsay (Cole’s mom).
At first everything is fine and dandy but things soon start to fall apart. As Jordan feels that Cole is moving farther and farther away from her, she feels herself drawn to Pike. They bond and spend time together while Cole is out “fixing someone’s car” every night. Pike is an honorable man and wants to respect his son and their relationship. Each day he is finding it almost impossible not to want Jordan in every sense of the word.
“Now go to bed!” he barks. I blow the hair out of my eyes and see him walking out. “Tuck me in?”
Lord! It only get hotter from there. Except it’s not just sex. These two have a genuine heart/soul connection despite the age gap. They both love Cole and desperately don’t want to hurt him. Cole on the other hand is bent on self-destruction and only he can save himself! No matter what this is a train wreck and someone is going to their heart handed to them.
In the capable hands of Penelope Douglas the slow burn is killer! There is a strip tease/masturbation with a desk corner scene that is epic. Penelope does a good job of laying out the story in dual points so we know what the lead characters are thinking and feeling. I loved that aspect of it. It’s so easy to have a misunderstanding when the heart is involved. I do have a soft spot for a blue collar guy that can swing a hammer so Pike is right up my alley. Birthday Girl is angsty, sweet, romantic and very sexy.
“What the hell is she wearing?” I grumble, sliding into the booth.
Dutch turns his head toward me, his drink inches from his lips. “It’s the lingerie show,” he tells me. “They have it every Thursday night. The bartenders and servers don nighties or corsets and serve drinks and food. It’s fun.”
No, not really.
But I look around and see a few other ladies carrying out appetizers and bringing drinks, some of them in very thin attire. At least Jordan’s corset looks as thin as armor.
“But Jordan’s never done it before,” he goes on. “That’s what shocked me. Thought you should know.”
“Why the fuck would I want to know?” I pull a beer out of the ice bucket on the table.
“Yeah, sorry.” He turns away, mumbling into his glass, “You seem like you couldn’t care less.”
I shoot him a sideways look, hearing the laughter in his words.
Sticking the beer back in the bucket, untouched, I rise and head to the bar. I hear a snort behind me, but I don’t care. She’s kind of my responsibility, and I don’t want her doing things like this, because she thinks she needs money.
There’s only one bartender besides Jordan. The owner, Shel. I’m sure she hasn’t forgotten me, so I veer to the opposite end and catch Jordan’s attention as she pops the tops from a line of six bottles of beer.
“What the hell are you wearing?” I lean in, speaking as quietly as I can.
She jerks her head toward me, meets my eyes, and quickly turns away again like I’m the last person she wants to deal with right now.
She hands over the beers, collects the cash and spins around, punching the screen in front of her. “It’s fine,” she assures me. “It’s just a corset, Pike.”
“They are all looking at you.”
She nods, smiling sarcastically. “That’s the point.”
“Jordan,” I sigh, trying to whisper as I squeeze around some old dude at the bar. “This is a small town. What if your father were to walk in?”
“He doesn’t come in here,” she says, closing the register drawer and finally looking at me. “And neither do you, normally.” A blush crosses her cheeks. “Besides, I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t take part in something I thought would humiliate me.”
She turns and hands the change back to the customer, but he waves her off, letting her keep it. She smiles and turns back around, dropping the bills into an already overflowing canister.
“What are you even doing here?” she says, starting to mix another drink. “I thought you were sitting the bachelor party out, because…” She sets the bottle down and does air quotes as she imitates my growling voice, “‘there needed to be at least one sober person at work tomorrow’.”
I arch a brow at her. I don’t sound like that.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the flyer and push it over the bar at her.
She stills, and her face goes ashen. “Where did you find that?”
She grabs it and dumps it somewhere under her. To a trash can probably.
Taking a napkin, she sets it in front of a customer and gives him the fresh drink she just made.
“If you need money,” I tell her, “I’ll lend you whatever you need, okay?”
And she stops, slowly turning her eyes on me. Her gaze sharpens, angry, and she looks like she wants to yell at me, but she doesn’t. Instead she whips around and barrels down the bar and through the partition, turning only enough to crook a finger at me before she twirls back around and heads down the hallway.
My stomach sinks. I really don’t mean to piss her off as much as I do. What did I say now?
Veering through the crowd, I make my way down the empty hallway, finally coming to the same room she was crying in when I pissed her off the last time.
Entering through the open door, I see her standing with her hands on her hips and her head cocked at me.
“I would rather eat from a dumpster than take money from you,” she bites out.
I should shut up. But God help me, I can’t. “Hate to break it to you, but you already do,” I tell her. “You live in a house where you pay no rent or utilities, young lady.”
“I cook and clean for you!” she shouts, but I doubt anyone can hear us back here and through the music. “I pay my way, you arrogant prick!”
“Alright, alright,” I growl, blinking long and hard. “You’re right, okay? But, Jordan, men will get ideas. They’ll think they have a free pass and they can touch what belongs to my son. You’re embarrassing him.”
“Your son?” she mocks, laughing. “Well, you just missed him, actually. He already saw me, and he doesn’t care, Pike. He thought I looked good, and then he left with his friends. He doesn’t care!”
“Well, I care!”
The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and I freeze, almost too afraid to breathe.
Oh, shit. What did I just say?
Penelope Douglas is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her books have been translated into thirteen languages and include The Fall Away Series, The Devil’s Night Series, and the standalones, Misconduct, Punk 57, and now Birthday Girl. Please look for Kill Switch (Devil’s Night #3), coming later this year, and the standalone, Motel, coming in 2019.
She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and their daughter.
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