Floored by Melanie
Harlow Release Blitz –
February 5th – 6th
Book Details:
Title: Floored (Frenched Series Book #3)
Author: Melanie Harlow
Genre: NA, Contemporary Romance, Humor
Release Date: February 5, 2015
Erin Upton is too embarrassed to tell the cops what she
was really doing while her townhouse was burglarized, especially since the
first officer on the scene is former nuisance next door Charlie Dwyer. Where’s
the justice in the world when a neighborhood know-it-all grows up to be
six-foot-three inches of solid muscle with gorgeous green eyes and a slow, sexy
please-arrest-me-now-officer smile? It’s bad enough she’s wearing her robe and
slippers—did he have to notice her fuzzy hand cuffs on the bathroom sink?
He’s arrogant as he ever was, which is fine by her—she’s
too busy with her dance studio’s grand opening to make time for a man. But they
keep crossing paths, and when Charlie offers to help her put in new flooring at the
studio one night, things go from hammering nails to hammering each other in a
hurry. And about those hand cuffs…
They
agree it’s a one-time thing. But when that becomes a two-time thing, then a
three-time thing, Erin starts to wonder if maybe she and Charlie could be a
life-time thing. Her best friends Mia and Coco found love in unexpected places.
Is it finally her turn?
Series Review
Frenched
This is my first time reading a book by this author. I always like to come across new authors and their series and Frenched did not disappoint.
When Mia is left the week before her wedding, she's completely distraught and decides to go ahead and take what would be her honeymoon at the insistence of her two best friends. Terrified at being alone in a new city, Mia is ready to jump on a plane and head back home. Lost in and unable to find her way, she meets bartender, Lucas, and decides to throw caution to the wind for once.
Lucas knew when Mia walked through his door that his vacation was about to take a turn. Lucas takes it upon himself to just show Mia the real city of Paris not all the touristy stuff. Somewhere along the way their attraction gets the best of each other and next thing you know...
But how can their relationship survive the ocean?
I was really surprised at how much I enjoyed this book. Frenched really surprised me. The characters were extremely well developed and the candor between the two of them was amazing, not to mention their physical attraction as well. I love how the author pulled in pieces of history throughout their Paris story and made it feel more like the reader was actually there with them.
An excellent start to a series by Melanie Harlow. I can't wait to dive into book 2. My one complaint was that in order to find out if Lucas and Mia got their fairytale ending, I had to read the novella that follows, which by the way, was an excellent addition.
*****
Forked
Forked follows Mia's best friend, Coco Thomas. When Mia is off traipsing across the country to find Lucas, Coco is left to deal with their catering business. Desperate for a little bit of extra cash, Coco bites off more than she can chew, especially when it comes with a mouthful of her ex husband.
Nick is the one that got away. She didn't want to divorce him, he didn't want to divorce her, but circumstances at the time force them apart. Now having to work together comes with a price. That price is a weekend with Nick. The question is, will they survive? Can they keep the rules that they have set, in place and will they make it out without falling into bed with one another?
Forked had me laughing out loud all the way through it. CoCo Thomas is a hoot. The one thing that really annoyed me was the title of this book. While I get that the titles to the series are meant to be a little comical, I know that had I not signed up for this blog tour that I probably wouldn't have read it based on the name alone. That being said, I am glad that I read the series. I am happy to have found a new author that cracks me up and keeps me entertained as I'm reading. She certainly did not disappoint and I can't wait to see what book three brings.
*****
Floored
Oh the titles of these books! Yes, Once again the title is quite comical and does, in fact, fit in to what the story is about. I don't know, there's something about them. Erin is Mia and Cocos best friend. Erin lives alone in her home and enjoys the little quiet relaxing time with her special "toy chest." Now there's something to be said when your involvement with your toy chest over rides your ability to hear a cat burglar. When she realizes what's going on it's time to call the police and lo and behold her arch nemesis rides in to save her and now she can't get rid of him.
Charlie tormented Erin for years and years. Finding her single and unattached is like finding a needle in a haystack. He never expected to see her again, nor for her to be so attractive. Especially to him, a guy who's not serious about anyone, well one person. As Charlie can't stay away from Erin, he also can't tell her all his secrets. When they're finally revealed, Erin has a big decision to make, but will she make the right one? Or will she allow her fear to override her heart?
Again, I absolutely adore this series. I'm so glad that I have found a new author in Melanie Harlow. I can only hope that her next work lives up to the standards that the Frenched series has left in me.
*****
Title: Frenched (Frenched Series Book #1)
Author: Melanie Harlow
Genre: NA, Contemporary Romance, Humor
When Tucker Branch, playboy heir to
Branch Bolt and Screw, screws and bolts a week before their wedding, Mia Devine
wants nothing more than to crawl under her newly monogrammed sheets and plan a
funeral for her dignity. But her friends convince her that bitter tastes better
when it’s drowned in Bordeaux, so Mia grits her teeth and packs her bags, determined
to make the best of her luxurious Paris honeymoon—alone.
She never planned on meeting Lucas Fournier.
The easygoing bartender’s scruffy good looks and less-than-sympathetic ear
annoy her at first, but when she takes him up on his offer to show her around
the city, she discovers that the romance of Paris isn’t just a myth.
Nor is the simultaneous O.
The last thing Mia needs is another doomed love affair, but since she only has
a week, she figures she might as well enjoy la vie en O with Lucas while she
can. But each day—and night—with Lucas is better than the last, and suddenly
her heart is telling her this is more than a rebound fling.
Is it just the seduction of Paris…or could this be the real thing?
Title: Forked (Frenched Series Book #2)
Author: Melanie Harlow
Genre: NA, Contemporary Romance, Humor
Release Day: October 20, 2014
Twenty-eight year old Coco Thomas knows
the recipe for disaster:
1) Agree to plan last-minute engagement blowout for spoiled Mafia princess
before you realize her choice of caterer is Nick Lupo, a despicably gorgeous
young chef with a hot new restaurant in town, a reality TV show victory, and a
romantic past with you—one that did not end well.
2) Strike a deal with Nick in which you agree to spend a weekend with him in
exchange for his services, under the strict conditions there will be no talking
about the past, no second chances, and definitely no sex.
3) Violate all three conditions within 24 hours and spend two glorious days
remembering what made you fall for the sexy, egotistical bastard in the first
place, and why it hurt so much when he broke your heart.
Add one road trip, plenty of good scotch, and endless spoonfuls of chocolate
cake batter drizzled over your body and licked off inch by oh-my-God-yes-right-there
inch, then just admit it.
You’re totally FORKED.
Frenched Series Bundle: Frenched, Yanked & Forked
“Stop it.
I’m
not perfect. I’m
not what you think.”
Charlie
tilted his head. “No?”
I licked
my lips. “You think I’m
a joke. The “Teacher’s
Pet. The Homecoming Queen. The Goody Two Shoes who likes everything just so,
everything neat and clean. Well, I don’t, you know. Like everything
clean.”
Charlie
said nothing at first. But his stillness told me he was intrigued. A lovely
little ache blossomed between my legs.
“You like
some things dirty. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes,” I
whispered, butterflies rioting in my belly.
“I’m not sure
you do.”
“Try me.”
Slowly,
he came off the counter. Bracing my hands behind my hips, I opened my knees,
and he stepped between them, sliding his hands up the tops of my thighs. He was
so tall, I had to tilt my head back to look at him. Up close his chest was even
more imposing, and his shoulders seemed to dwarf mine. Gooseflesh rippled down
my arms, and my breaths came fast.
By
contrast, Charlie seemed completely in control. His breathing was slow and
measured, his hands moving over my hips and beneath my sweatshirt. His eyes
stayed locked on mine as his palms slid up the sides of my ribcage and back
down, spanning my waist. “Such a tiny little thing.”
“Scared
you’ll
break me?”
“Yes.” In
the near dark, his blue eyes looked black.
“Do it.”
In less
than a second, Charlie pulled off three moves that had me gasping for air—he
yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and kicked my heels apart so my legs
were spread and I was bent over the island, arms pinned behind my back. His
legs pressed the backs of my thighs, and his hips pushed against my ass.
He was
hard.
The power
went out completely.
Oh my
fucking God.
“Panting,
I lay my cheek on the cool marble, unsure of what to do next. Between my ears,
the message was this is scary. Between my legs, it was this is hot.
“No, don’t
give up. Fight me. Come on. Struggle.” His voice was different now—deeper,
quieter even, yet more intimidating.
Adrenaline
coursed through my body, my heart pounding with fear, with arousal, with shock.
I tried moving my arms—he pulled them tighter, clamped my wrists harder. I tried
moving my legs—he pinned my hips against the marble, his erection pushing
firmly into my flesh. I flexed my fingers—he laughed softly.
“That’s it. Try
everything. Scream if you like.”
I couldn’t scream
even if I wanted to. It felt like the darkness had weight, like it was bearing
down on my back with a force stronger than gravity. Breathing required all the
lung strength I had, and I wasn’t
even sure I could keep that up.
“Tell me I’m
hurting you.”
He was
hurting me.
But I
liked it.
He yanked
my arms mercilessly behind me. “Tell me.”
“You’re hurting
me,” I said weakly.
“Tell me
to stop.”
“Stop.”
Don’t stop.
“Tell me
you don’t
want this from me.”
“I don’t—want
this—from you.” Each word was its own struggle. I meant the words, and yet I
didn’t.
I wanted him, but knew I shouldn’t.
And was this only a game? Was he just testing me? Or, worse, was he back there
laughing at me in the dark? I had no way to tell.
“Good girl. You don’t
want this from me, sweet thing.” He backed off slightly and somehow imprisoned
both my wrists with one of his hands. The other one snaked around to my belly.
And down
the front of my pants.
*****
Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her lipstick red, and her history with the naughty bits left in. She lifts her glass to readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI.
Website: http://www.melanieharlow.com/
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