Title: One Last Shot(Pub Fiction 3)
Author: Gillian Jones
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 6, 2016
Synopsis
My
name is Claire Knox.
People
say I’m the female version of a player: a boyslayer, if you’re
fluent in urban dictionary speak.
I
hate long term relationships. I’ll never commit to sticking around
long enough to get attached to the notion of love, marriage, or the
proverbial two point five kids.
No
sirree Not this girl.
There’s
no way I’ll let myself get hurt by losing someone I love ever
again.
Been
there, felt that.
Consider
me damaged goods if you will, but I'm happy.
Or
so I thought, until my path crossed his again…
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Excerpt
Claire
Holy
Jesus sittin’ on his rainbow, does Matt look delicious. He looks so
fucking manly, incredibly sexy and completely all consuming like I
remember. When he first called out my name, I swear my ovaries perked
up like the mothership had arrived to bring us to planet Gonna Get My
Rocks Off!
Fuckity
fuck fuck. He’s actually here, and I know I’m in trouble. My
kryptonite is facing me, his light brown eyes laced with flecks of
mahogany. They rake over me, taking in my now wired body
inch-by-inch. His gaze is heavy and painstakingly slow, igniting my
skin with a warmth I’ve not experienced in a long time. God, I hope
he likes what he sees. Wait, no. No, I don’t.
In
mere seconds, this man is inciting a frenzy of emotions that prove
exactly why I wasn’t ready to see him yet, proving that I needed
more time before this reunion, confirming that he can easily
annihilate all of my best-laid plans, the ones my brain has worked
overtime convincing my heart to make. I need more time to make proper
preparations, to ensure my bridge troll is ready for battle, that he
is stable enough to keep the drawbridge strategically locked in
place, ready to withstand the blunt force that is Matt Bishop.
Most
of all, I want more time to practise the apology and then the time to
actually apologize—to explain. Time to just tell him I’m sorry.
Looking at him, feeling him, I realize I can’t risk more than that
or I will be lost again.
Unfortunately,
none of what my brain wants is happening right now. He’s here. And
from the moment I set eyes on Matt, all I want is him, anyway I can
have him.
Moving
up from my neck, Matty whispers softly in my ear and my breath
hitches: “Tell me, Claire, do you still taste sweet? Like sugar
melting on my tongue, leaving that addicting-as-fuck strawberry ice
cream taste running down my chin?” He tickles my memory, my throat
forgetting how to swallow as he wets his tongue and moves it lightly
over my earlobe, awakening the familiar pulse between my legs, the
one that always builds with each of this man’s dirty words.
“Christ, baby. You were so fucking good, my tongue licking up every
single drop of juice that dripped from your hot tight cunt.” The
timbre of his voice causes tingles to travel down my spine, the
anticipation of where this is all going making my toes curl at the
prospect. “I want to kiss you, Claire. Tell me it’s okay to kiss
you.”
“Jesus,
Matt.” I want to sag against him. His filthy words make my knees
weak.
Matt
squeezes my hips, pulling me flush to his strong body. Leaning in, he
runs his mouth ever so softy along my neck before meeting my eyes
again.
I
step out of his hold, needing to give myself a bit of distance. But
instead, I find myself staring at him, unable to look beyond the man
of my past, the one I can’t seem to let go. The same one for whom
my heart thumps erratically in my chest, the same one I wish almost
daily I’d kept, the same one I don’t know if I can keep.
I
can’t believe we’re back here.
Matt’s
beyond the man-pretty guy I remembered. His chiseled jaw is
highlighted by more than a five o’clock shadow. His lush lips are
full, with that pouty bottom one making me want to tug on it because
it’s so tauntingly perfect. He’s fucking ripped, too—Adonic, if
you will. His plain white-t-shirt strains over his incredible
shoulders, his defined chest and toned biceps. The telltale marks of
tight abs pull my gaze as I make my slow perusal, visibly eye-fucking
the shit out of him. God, I like what I see. A lot.
I
want nothing more than to run my tongue along each dip and dive of
this man’s body. Matty’s body was made for sin and I’d gladly
volunteer as the sinner if it meant I’d get to repent at the shrine
that is this man. I let out an almost audible moan as I stand lusting
for all the things I want to do to him.
Matt
pulls me back in tight, holding me close against him, laughing
against my ear. “Like what you see, Claire?”
I’m
busted. I’ve got drool stains all over the front of my shirt, no
doubt.
Hell,
yes. “It’s all right,” I shrug, but can’t help the nervous
giggle that escapes my dumb-ass self as I’m caught.
“I
think you do. Better yet, I know you fucking do and I know I affect
you still, even now.”
“Jesus,
Matt. Okay, yes, I guess you’re still kinda hot and maybe you do
affect me just a little bit.” I give him an impish grin.
“Thank
Christ for small miracles. And for the record, I can smell that it’s
more than ‘a little’.”
“Matt!”
I shove at his chest, feigning embarrassment. If it were anyone else
I might have been, but not with Matt. No, with him I’ve only ever
been comfortable, been myself.
Matt
takes the remote off the bar, turning up Keith Sweat’s “Nobody”,
the sound pumping through the speakers.
“Dance
with me.” It’s not a request, but a command. Holy shit. This is
happening. Matt Bishop, my Matty, is standing here, holding me tight
in his arms after two years. There’s so much I need to say, want to
say. But in this moment it’s obvious that words aren’t required,
that this is what we both need from each other. Matt’s lips hover
over mine.
“Can
I kiss you now, Claire?”
My Review: I want a Matty. He's gorgeous inside and out, fights for what he wants, sexy and has a sense of humor.
Claire - this girl, she puts on a face of carefree and happy but she's truly not happy. She has a three date rule...she's only broken it once and ended up falling in love. Never again will she do that. She doesn't have to do it again because she's still in love with Matty. She just needs to get her poop in a group.
She thinks if you don't love someone, they can't hurt you. She doesn't want to be hurt like she was when she was 14. She does everything she can so that doesn't happen but Matty is her "Dorothy". (You have to read it to find out what I'm talking about)
There's times I wanted to smack her and tell her "Get with the program! You're going to lose the best thing that's ever happened to you!"
She finally sees the light but has a lot of growing to do before she can be who she was meant to be.Has she pushed him past his limits? Is he going to forgive her for leaving and not once contacting him?
This book had my emotions going all over the place. I would be laughing out loud, for instance when I read one of the best quotes I think I've ever read was "Strive to be known as 'G-Spot Guy versus 'Stubby Dick Dude'. I mean come on, isn't that the truth? Also, I liked the word gritchy = grumpy and bitchy meshed together. I'll be using this word a lot. Then you have "You are the one person who will forever complete my soul" that I swear made my heart sigh.
I absolutely love this series and can't wait for the next book to come out.
About The Author
I'm a wife, mother, and a crazy Canadian, living in Ontario with the loves of my life-my amazing hubby and sweetest little boy. I'm Admittedly addicted to...my friends, red wine, and laughter. A lover of alpha males, hot sex, all coupled with the perfect side of angst topped off with the epic happily ever after.
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thank you again for the amazing review!!
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