Blushing Bay #1
By: Annie Rains
Releasing April 11, 2017
For years, Jack Sawyer’s family has been running their upscale seafood business like a finely tuned machine. But every machine breaks down eventually, and suddenly Jack needs a new office manager, a new kayak launch, and a new lease on life. Then Grace Donner shows up again. She’s smart, motivated, and perfect for the manager position, but if she’s anything like her mom, she can’t be trusted. And Jack has never been able to trust himself around Grace.
Grace hasn’t seen her former stepbrothers since their parents’ messy divorce, but she never forgot them—especially Jack. She misses being part of the big rambunctious Sawyer clan, and if there’s an opportunity to set things right, she means to do it. But she can’t ignore Jack’s irresistibly kissable lips, or the searing way he looks at her when he thinks she’s not looking. Their chemistry is more explosive than ever. And if the Sawyers can forgive and forget, anything is possible.
SASCHA DARLINGTON’S REVIEW
If you’re a reader, you know what it’s like when you read a good book by an author. You automatically put that writer into a “go to” list, which is what I did with Annie Rains after reading and reviewing Welcome Home for Christmas last November (you can see that review here), a Christmas novel amongst many that I had read, but one which rose to the top.
Forbidden Kisses is the first installment of Rains’ Blushing Bay series and I can already tell you that I plan on reading each one. Like Welcome Home for Christmas, Forbidden Kisses has a small town flavor with an interesting set of characters.
While I liked the characters of Jack and Grace because they were developed and had chemistry, I couldn’t quite come to terms with Grace wanting to keep their relationship a secret. But then, I’m never keen when plot points hinge on deception probably because it always–and I do mean ALWAYS–comes to bite the characters in the butt. The rest of the novel though was engaging and I do look forward to reading more.
Between Grace’s mother and the death of Jack’s best friend, Chris, there was significant background that added a lot of depth to the story.
I received an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
(4 butterflies and a ladybug out of 5 butterflies)
Annie Rains is a USA Today bestselling author who writes small-town love stories set in fictional towns on the coast of North Carolina. Raised in one of America’s largest military communities, Annie often features heroes who fight for their countries, while also fighting for a place to call home and a good woman to love. When Annie isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her husband and three children, or reading a book by one of her favorite authors.
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Jack reached for a folded blanket beside the cooler and laid it down on the open floor of the boat. “I know it’s not the most comfortable surface for lying back, but I thought we could look at the stars. It’s a favorite pastime of fishermen, you know.”
He reached for her hand to help her lower to the floor. She held on to his tightly, surprised at how off balanced she felt. Then they lay back together, close enough that they touched. The soft hair on Jack’s arm resting against hers aroused her senses.
Were they really just going to look at the stars?
Yes, it was all very romantic, but so was doing other things under the stars. Things she’d been thinking about since stepping aboard.
Jack pointed up at the sky and started to speak. Grace was tired of talking, though. Tired of resisting what she wanted, and right now all she wanted was Jack.
Unable to help herself, uninhibited by the wine and the romantic environment, she rolled on top of him and crushed her mouth over his.
Judging by the stiff protrusion that met her inner thigh, he wanted her just as much.
“Well, hello there,” he said, smiling against her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” she said, even though she didn’t mean it.
His hand slid down her back and settled on her bottom, pulling her snug against him. “I’m not. I’d decided tonight was for romance only, but I can’t think of anything more romantic than making love to you on this boat.”
White-hot heat tore through her. She was so hot that maybe it was time to start stripping.
As if reading her mind, Jack tugged the hem of her shirt up on her back and then over her head. The rest of her clothes fell away in the wake of his needy hands until she was tipsy and naked on the floor of his pontoon boat—on a boat ride to nowhere in particular, except his body was promising to shoot her to the low-hanging full moon.