The Rule Maker
The Rule Breakers #2
Releasing January 16, 2016.
Ten Steps to Surviving a New Job:
1. Don’t sleep with the client. It’ll get you fired. (Sounds easy enough.)
2. Don’t blink when new client turns out to be former one-night stand.
3. Don’t call same client a jerk for never texting you back.
4. Don’t believe client when he says he really, really wanted to call.
5. Remember, the client is always right—so you can’t junk punch him when he demands new design after new design.
6. Ignore accelerated heartbeat every time sexy client walks into room.
7. Definitely ignore client’s large hands. They just mean he wears big gloves.
8. Don’t let client’s charm wear you down. Be strong.
9. Whatever you do, don’t fall for the client. You’ll lose more than your job—maybe even your heart.
10. If all else fails, see rule number one again.
SASCHA DARLINGTON’S REVIEW
Zoey is a talented interior designer with an incredible future in front of her as long as she remembers “the rules.” But since it’s the client’s brother, Ryder, that she’s involved with and not the client, Jason, rule #1 shouldn’t be a problem. Until it is.
Ryder, a professional snowboarder, has broken his leg and is in need of some downtime so Jason, who is recuperating from a much worse accident, asks Ryder to stand in for him in the dealings with Zoey for the new resort complex he’s renovating.
The Rule Maker is the second book in Jennifer Blackwood’s series The Rule Breakers. Like The Rule Book, the first in the series which I posted a review for on Saturday (you can see that here) The Rule Maker is funny with very likeable characters in Zoey and Ryder. In fact, I enjoyed reading about Zoey and Ryder more than Lainey and Brogran from Book 1. The only lapse in characterization for me was that Zoey is so organized and put-together yet she’s ditzy enough to forget she’s put brownies in the oven. Other than that, Zoey was a great character who seemed more human than a lot of romance heroines. She managed to be true to herself.
Unlike The Rule Book, The Rule Maker is told in alternating points-of-view from Zoey and Ryder and I think that helped with my understanding and liking of Ryder. His internal conflicts made him more credible to me and gave credence to Zoey’s opinion of him that there was more than he showed on the surface.
I found myself intrigued by Ryder’s brother, Jason, and hoped that there might be a book about him in the future, but definitely not a Me Before You-type book.
Also, unlike The Rule Book, The Rule Maker has open door sex, which was well-handled. Evidently the lack of in the first book was a game changer for some reviewers, which was a shame since the book had a lot of substance and should have been appreciated on that level alone.
So why with all of these great qualities did I enjoy The Rule Maker and yet when it came to the ending I had a huge “meh” feeling wash over me? The conclusion. I don’t give spoilers in my reviews because sometimes I know curiousity gets the best of us and we look even though we know full well we shouldn’t. Suffice to say that the ending for me was unoriginal and just reflected the sensibilities of contemporary romances rather than new adult romances in which characters are still defining themselves and their futures. I didn’t want the neat package and the refined bow.
With that said, I still recommend this book. How could I not? While I would have hoped for a more interesting ending, the one as-written didn’t ruin my experience. The majority of The Rule Maker was fun and appealing and well worth immersing yourself in.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
rating: (4 out of 5 stars)
Jennifer Blackwood is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Oregon with her husband, son, and poorly behaved black lab puppy. When not chasing after her toddler, you can find her binging on episodes of Gilmore Girls and Supernatural, and locking herself in her office to write.
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He scrubbed his palms over his face and rested his elbows on his knees. “This was not how I saw this night going.”
“Big Valentine’s Day plans?”
He lowered his hands and looked at me like I’d just claimed I single-handedly caused the storm raging outside. “I didn’t even know that was today. Does this mean we’re each other’s valentines by default?”
I scoffed. “Not a chance.”
He chuckled. “Always so blunt. I like that about you.” He quickly cleared his throat as if he hadn’t meant to say that. “Well, non-valentine, looks like we’re going to be stuck here a while. Have anything in mind?” he said.
I decided against packing on another insult. He was being nice, and this sure as heck beat staring at the wall the rest of the night. “My form of entertainment is at 6 percent battery, so I’m open to suggestions.”
“Mine is fully charged. Want to watch something?”
“Sure.” What else did I have to do? Before I knew it, I was sitting on the bed next to him, leaning against the ornately carved headboard. Snow gusting against the window was the only sound in the room as he searched for a show for us to watch.
Way too quiet.
I fidgeted with my necklace, moving the small diamond back and forth on the chain. The last time I was in bed with Ryder… I didn’t even want to finish that thought, because it’d do nothing but make this situation worse. I chanced a peek in his direction.
He chewed the inside of his cheek, swiping through our options. “This is awkward, huh?” he said.
“We’ve achieved Urkel status.”
He chuckled and scrolled through the show queue. “Would you rather watch Law and Order: SVU or Criminal Minds?”
“That is quite possibly the worst Would You Rather question ever asked.”
His eyes cut to mine. “I didn’t know I was playing a game.”
“You’ve never played it?”
He shook his head.
Lainey and I played this game all the time in college, and when we’d take road trips together. She always came up with the grossest ones. “It’s simple. All you have to do is ask the person which horrible thing they’d rather do. The harder the question, the better. Like would you rather lay in a pit of snakes, or eat questionably dead roadkill?” I pointed to his phone. “Oh, John Tucker Must Die. I like that one.”
“Negative, ghost rider.” He scrolled past my suggestion. “And what the hell does questionably dead mean? Is it still twitching, or are we talking suspicious cause of death?”
I shrugged. “The interpretation’s up to you.”
“You’re absolutely no help.” He swiped his thumb across his beard and contemplated. “I guess I’d go with the snakes.”
“Okay, now it’s your turn,” I said.
“Do I really have to play? I thought we were picking a show.”
I shot him a look.
“Fine. Would you rather have me or Chewbacca as your valentine?”
“Too easy. The spider.”
He put his hand to his heart. “You wound me.”
“Stop being such a baby.” I swatted at his chest and immediately pulled my hand back. Nope. Would not go there. “Okay, would you rather not be able to see or talk for a month?”
He answered instantly. “See.”
“Right. You’d probably go nuts if you couldn’t open that big mouth of yours.”
His lips twitched. “You’re one to talk.”
“Excuse me?” Okay, I did have a tough time keeping my thoughts on lockdown outside the office, but that was my own cross to bear.
“Don’t even try to play it off like you’re innocent.”
I’d dated a lot of losers in the past, most who hadn’t even bothered to get to know me, but even after only hanging out a few times, Ryder had me pegged. He was perceptive. I saw the look in his eyes whenever I dealt with Jason. His attention focused solely on me was unnerving. “Jerk,” I sputtered.
“Now I know you’re holding back. You can do way better than that.” He scrolled through his phone again. “How about Die Hard?”
“Are all your show selections about death? I’m starting to worry I made a mistake coming over here.” My lips pulled into a smile and I quickly extinguished it. God, I wanted to hate him.
“Fine.” He continued looking at the Netflix queue. “Would you rather eat sushi from a taco stand, or lick an airplane armrest?”
“Good one. Sushi.” I pointed to his screen. “How about 10 Things I Hate About You?”
He shook his head and chuckled. “Are all of your suggestions going to not-so-subtly tell me you hate me?”
I smiled sweetly. “Maybe.”
“Just think, most people would find this to be a romantic escape. Two people, stuck in the mountains on Valentine’s Day,” he said.
“We’re Hallmark movie material, all right,” I deadpanned.
“Okay, fine. How about The Walking Dead?”
“Your show picking powers have been officially revoked.” I grabbed the phone from his hand.
“Hey!” He grabbed for the phone, and I held it out of reach. “You’re going to regret that.” Within seconds he was on top of me, playfully pinning me to the bed, his strong hands circling my wrists. Air evaporated from my lungs as our gazes connected.
I was immediately transported back to that night.
Tell me what you want, Zoey. Tell me what you need from me.
I swallowed hard. That was months ago, and those words still haunted me from time to time. Because he did exactly that, gave me what I wanted and needed. Repeatedly.