Author: S.L. Scott
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 7, 2017
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Six foot three. Dynamic green eyes. Utterly irresistible.
Ethan Everest stole my breath the first time I saw him. He romanced me with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right after.
I might have fallen for his easy going smile the first time we met, but I fell for him the second time.
Honey-colored hair. Cherry-kissed lips. Captivatingly gorgeous.
Singer Davis was the first, and only, woman to ever intimidate me. She spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only thing that made sense in a world that made none.
I let her slip through my fingers once. I won’t make that mistake twice.
Secrets broke us apart. Can a second chance bring us back together?
LOUISA’S 4 BLUSH REVIEW
Everest is now officially on my list of favorite book boyfriends. He’s such a good guy. Yeah, he’s rich, but that part of him isn’t what makes me (or Singer) love him anymore.
He sees her in a crowded room, followed her outside and comes just a moment from kissing him when someone grabs him away and changes the course of his life. For one year his life is turned upside down. What if he would have kissed her, his life would be so different.
Singer, the girl next door who has no idea she lights up a room. A girl who has moved to NYC to fulfill her dreams with her best friend by her side. Who knew meeting Everest one year ago would be the turning point in her life.
These two were fantastic together. There is a definite slow burn and build up to their union. He’s so hesitant to start something with her and she just can’t believe he would ever be interested in her, in that way.
There is some serious angst and tiptoeing around between these two. But he only has her best interest in mind and wants the best for her. Everest is one swoony, adorable and sweet man and Singer brings the best out in him. Singer is a strong heroine who fights for what she wants and isn’t a pushover! This book isn’t just about second chances but fate, love, desire, and commitment.
“Like the hours, it’s not about the minutes that make them up, but the moments that make them memorable”.
STEPHANIE’S 4 BLUSH REVIEW
Everest is a romantic suspense, and a standalone. The story is a slow burn. Missed opportunities, secrets and second chances. This story has it all.
Ethan Everest is a complicated man. Successful, charming and wealthy. His heart is good but his trust has been broken. He meets Singer Davis at a party and is drawn to her. They talk and connect but then Ethan is dragged away. Over the next year they cross paths many times because they travel in the same social circles.
“At six foot three and a presence to match, Ethan Everest is impossible to ignore.”
Ethan needs to lay low until his current circumstances are resolved. They involve money, lawsuits, scandal and betrayal. But after running into Singer he can’t help himself. They start to “hang out” as friends. But fate has other plans.
“It’s easy to spend time with him because I don’t believe I have to put on a charade. He asks about me, his interest genuine by his attention when I answer.”
As I said above the first half of the story is very slow. There is a cat and mouse game between Ethan and Singer. Their attraction to one another is real and electric. But there is more than that. Ethan finds himself at ease with Singer and able to be himself. He fights this for a while until he can’t take it anymore. He is still dealing with the aftermath of betrayal and poor choices.
“Ethan is kind. Attentive. Charming. Well, I knew he was charming, but he’s kind. He’s so kind. And I find that I am content.”
Ethan and Singer get to know each other and the sparks fly. Singer is such a beautiful person, inside and out. She is kind, patient, loving, independent, bright, and strong. Ethan is hot, charming and caring. There are many swoon worthy moments. Ethan is finally able to let Singer see the real him. Then there is a twist in the story. One I never saw coming…..
This is an emotional story filled with love, angst, drama, suspense, friendship and laughter.
“Share with the world what sets you on fire”
Slipping off my shoes, I dim the lights on the wall panel. I take my clothes off and hang them on a hook near the door before returning to the tub.
The tub, warm and inviting as I step in, eases my aching feet from my high heels and the tension in my shoulders. I pour some of the bubble suds and giggle. That was so cute and showed me a whole new side to Ethan—the at-home Texan who relates to his roots—instead of the strong, quieter, broodier man I see sometimes.
While the suds foam and the tub fills, I look out the window. The sky is clear up here. The buildings are far enough apart to avoid spying on neighbors. It’s like floating in heaven.
I hear his knock on the door, so I call, “Come in,” while making sure the bubbles cover all the important parts.
Ethan walks in with two glasses of champagne in one hand and the bottle in the other.
“You came prepared,” I note, leaning back on one side of the tub.
“I thought I might join you.” He waggles his eyebrows.
I giggle and reach for a glass. “Come on in,” I reply and wonder if he will really take me up on my dare.
He sets the bottle and his glass down on the side of the tub. His tie was removed before he came in and I notice his shoes are long gone, along with his jacket. When he starts on the buttons of his shirt, I sit up, scooping suds over me. “Wait, for real?”
“Yep. I think that tub’s big enough for the two of us.”
“But you said you don’t take baths.”
“I also said I’ve never used this one. Seems like an opportune time.”
“But I’m naked,” I say, worried about everything—his body naked next to mine, not shaving my legs before I went out tonight. My mind flickers through my flaws. Ugh. No. Just no. Not like that. That stuff should be shared in the dark of a bedroom under the influence of alcohol and desperate sex. We’re too sober for this. I’m too sober for this. What does he possibly see in me when he has women like Nicolina waiting?
He’s more than I’ve imagined, and in some senses, it scares me. He’s the sort of man women like Nicolina land. For once though, it was as if she saw me as competition. The feeling is exhilarating.
“Like I said, seems like an opportune time.”
His shirt is dropped, his undershirt following quickly behind. Good God Almighty. What does a guy who looks like that see in me? “I see you like to work out.” I clear my throat and want to bonk my head on the side of the tub for saying it out loud.
Chuckling, he says, “I have a gym down the hall. It’s how I relieve stress.”
“I thought that’s what sex was for.” I gasp and cover my mouth, wishing I could keep my crazy thoughts in my head where they belong instead of on my tongue. His eyes are heavy, a smirky smirk restraining a laugh. “God, you cannot let me talk when I’m nervous.”
“If this is what happens when you’re nervous, I’ll make you nervous more often.” His pants come down and my curiosity is answered. Tonight he’s in boxers. When he catches my eyes on his package, I’m thankful I’m wearing waterproof mascara because I immediately go underwater. Screw my makeup. It’s really the only way to keep my mouth in check at this point. I count to five and then pop back up. With my hands covering my boobs, I ask, “You’re really coming in?”
“Yes, scoot over.”
Good God Almighty.