Synopsis
Baya Brighton is looking forward to her first year at Whitney Briggs University, new friends, dorm life, and finally being close to her brother again. Love is the last thing on the list, but when Baya meets her brother’s roommate she begins to have thoughts and feelings that make even her blush.
Bryson Edwards has a secret he prefers buried in the past and long forgotten. He prefers loose girls, fast cars, and long nights working at the string of bars his family owns. When his roommate’s sister shows up on the scene, she’s far too innocent and sweet for him but he can’t shake Baya out of his mind and worse, it looks like she’s seeping into his heart as well.
Baya seems determined to show her brother she’s not a little kid and equally determined to use Bryson’s body to prove her point. It’s been made pretty clear that Baya is off limits to Bryson but their undeniable sparks explode into a whole lot more than just a few 3:AM KISSES.
4 star review by Lisa Kane
“So you’re a freshmen?” He opens the door to the building with his back and nods me in first. “What gave it away? My ‘How to Survive Your First Year at University” handbook for dummies, or my perky peach nipples?”
He offers to show her the way to her dorm but unfortunately, when they get there, her new roommate is busy bumping and grinding and doesn’t bother to come up for air to meet her new roomy. The two quickly pull a Snaggle Puss and exit stage left. She comes up with plan B, which is to go to her brother’s dorm and hang for a little. When she tells him her brother’s name he can’t believe his luck-Cole is his roommate. That could prove to be a curse or a blessing considering he’s got his eye on Baya, especially after the Nipple Gate event. When they get there, imagine Baya’s surprise when her sweet brother Cole greets her with the sounds of a thumping headboard. When he walks out of his bedroom with not one but two women half naked Baya begins to realize Cole has been dishing out the celibacy advice to his little sister at the same time as he has been banging everything with two legs. He and Byrson have a friendly competition going where they leave tally marks in groups of five that string down a door jam to keep score. Bryson is winning, but Cole is catching up fast.
“You’ve got two in there?” My muscles seize. “You are not the Cole Brighton I grew up with. For sure you aren’t the same Cole Brighton who called home every week to lecture me on boys and their wandering penises.” Because obviously he was speaking from experience.
Bryson is completely smitten with Baya and loves hanging out with her. She is sweet and virginal and innocent. He is tainted by something in his past and has spent the last few years screwing and drinking to escape his demons. Maybe his life can be better with Baya, as long as they keep it from her overly protective brother?
“There’s no way in hell I’d turn her into a notch, dude.” The only notch Baya Brighton is carving is the one over my heart.
I loved this book! There is a great supporting cast of friends. There’s Laney who just broke up with Ryder and is ridiculously funny (especially her views at the snobby sorority Baya may pledge), Roxie, a gorgeous pal who just got dumped and Holt, Bryson’s twin brother who never takes anything or anyone seriously. Completing the cast is Aubree, a psycho obsessed with Bryson who is somehow tied to his secret. The only one I really found hard to like was Cole, Baya’s brother. He rarely spent time with her, but had no problem having sex practically in front of her while warning her repeatedly that she had to be careful who she dated.
When she is forced to stay at his dorm because her roommate is a sexual Energizer Bunny with no discriminating taste, Cole acts as if she is an imposition. It’s Bryson who took her under his wing from the first moment they met, while Cole never found time for her. He is getting his own novel, and that man has some real redeeming to do to make me warm up to him. I am looking forward to reading about Bryson and Baya as secondary characters in this series. This novel was funny (their first time together is a lesson in every virgin’s nightmares), sexy and had a dash of suspense thrown in.
“She stole my heart.” “I’m in forever if she’ll have me that long.”
Excerpt
(Baya’s point of view)
“Baya,” he whispers, closing his eyes momentarily. “Don’t fall for me. I’m not worth it.” A tragedy plays out over his features that I wish I could understand.
“I think you’re more than worth it.” I pant. “Do you think I’m worth it?” If he says no then I’ll let this go, but there’s something special between us, and if I can’t deny it how can he?
“You’re worth everything,” he whispers, gently brushing the hair from my eyes. “It’s me—I’m not worth the risk.”
“Sometimes when you take a risk, great things happen—mountains move and you see exactly what you’ve been waiting for, right there, in front of you.” Hell yes I’m laying it on thick. “I think you’re worth the risk, Bryson.”
His breathing picks up. His heart thunders over my chest as if he were about to leap off a very tall building.
“I want you, Baya. I just don’t know how we’re going to do this.”
My body convulses. Crap. This is a lousy time for my G spot to applaud his efforts.
“Let’s start here.” I pull him in and Bryson crashes his lips to mine. His soft mouth tugs over me in an achingly slow manner. A moan gets caught in my throat, and a tingle rides between my thighs, exhilarating me all the way up to my belly button. My body quivers in a series of explosive waves, and I don’t fight it. I’m not sure if it’s possible to have an orgasm from simply being in his presence or if my hormones have chosen a heck of a bad time to short circuit, hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever had a proper orgasm due to the fact every other one was self-induced, but this feels otherworldly, magical in a damn illegal kind of way. Electrical currents are going off, neurons and synapsis are misfiring. An entire Fourth of July spectacular is happening in my body, and my girl parts are jumping up and down with elation—all because Bryson Edwards’ hot mouth is over mine.
I give another groan and push him into me harder until he caves and blesses my mouth with his tongue in long, strong, lingering sweeps. Bryson moves his hands slowly up my arms until he’s cradling my face in his hands, loving me with deep-throated kisses that I never want to end.
I run my hand up his shirt and my fingers move over his rippling abs, nothing but skin over granite. I touch down over each of his grooves as his skin blisters over the pads of my fingers.
“Baya,” he whispers, swiping his lips over mine. “We should talk about this—talk about us.”
His eyes glow an eerie paper white as he lingers above me.
In the distance, the hot spring gurgles and hisses. It expels into the night with its slow dancing fog, curling its vapor-like fingers as it calls us over.
“You’re right. I think we should talk about us.” I glance to the hazy pool of water. “In there."
Addison Moore Biography:
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Previously she worked as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit for nearly a decade. She resides on the West Coast with her husband, four wonderful children and two dogs where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
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