Melt for You (Slow Burn, #2) by J.T. Geissinger – 4 Stars
If The Hating Game and the movie The Ugly Truth had a baby, it would be this book.
Joellen the sharp-tongued homebody who has always looked at herself as less than
a famous Rugby player that offers her lessons on seduction so she can finally snag the attention of her long pined-over boss
hilarious situations and sexual tension GALORE.
Snarky banter is my kryptonite. And this baby was chock full of it:
I suddenly understand how otherwise rational people can lose their minds and commit murder in a fit of rage. “It’s been real, McGregor.” I swing the door closed. It slams shut in his face with a loud, satisfying thud.
Through the door, he says, “I’ll make you a deal, Joellen.”
“If it involves you swallowing a vial of poison, you’re on.”
Seriously, a smile never left my face while reading this:
“Just make it easier on yourself, darlin’, and admit you’re wild for me and are dyin’ to bring a few dozen little McGregors into the world.”
“You’re massively in love with me.”
“I’m massively in dislike with you.”
“You’ve finally figured out I’m the real man of your dreams.”
“I’ve finally figured out how you got here. Someone left your cage door open.”
We grin at each other while the stupid rap music blares into the hallway, eroding my hearing another few percent.
“You look awful cheery, lass. Did your lingerie store have a sale on beige granny panties?”
But put aside all the hilarity, there were some jewels and beautiful moments of writing that really stood out to me:
“But sometimes what you think is love is just a beautiful form of self-destruction. The worst thing in life is to give yourself away in exchange for nothing.”
And this next passage is a little long but shut up and just read it because I promise it’s so good and if it doesn’t convince you to read this book, we can’t be friends.
A kiss again, dangerous, like standing at the edge of a cliff and looking over, shifting dirt and rocks tumbling beneath your feet. My fingers twist in his hair. His hands move my head, left or right, however he wants it, a throbbing pulse like drumbeats in my ears. I’m so turned on I feel frantic, unstable, like I might break out of my own skin. Caterpillar becoming butterfly. Chrysalis shed, wings outstretched, wind beneath my belly. Caught on an updraft. Beating, beating, flying free.
He breaks the kiss, suddenly, shatteringly, the separation like breaking glass. Dizzy, I whimper at the loss of his mouth.
“Fuck. Joellen. Fuck.”
He’s panting, his voice a desperate rasp. He radiates heat like a furnace. Even his hands on my head are hot, burning right through my skull. With his scent in my nose and his heat wrapped around me and his heart pounding against mine, I’m somewhere else. I’m someone else. A gypsy, casting spells. A sloe-eyed singer in a smoky jazz club. A femme fatale in a film noir, all knowing smiles and long legs and a throaty voice with an edge like a purr.
“Don’t stop,” I say in my new voice. “You taste so good.”
He stares right at me, his eyes intensely aglow. Tiger eyes. Wolf eyes. The eyes of a predator about to pounce on his meal.
Me, after reading this ^ scene:
All in all, I adored this book and anyone who loves rom-coms needs to try this one out! Bless my book buddy Hollis for recommending this one! I can never get enough slowburn deliciousness in my life. Fans of Sally Thorne and Mariana Zapata will no doubt enjoy this gem.
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