He's ten years older. My brother's best friend.
And for the next two weeks, he gets to have me in all the ways he's ever
wanted.
HOLLAND
The last time I saw him, he still called me kiddo.
But fast forward five years, and more than a few things have changed.
He's still Iain Thorn. He's still my brother's best friend and the painfully
sexy man I clearly never stopped wanting. But me?
Apparently, I've grown up in more ways than he can resist.
IAIN
I'm going to hell for looking at her like this.
She's too young for me. Too sweet and naive.
She has no idea what I would do to her.
But since the day she walked back in my life in that tight little dress, I've
felt myself caving. I said I'd never in my life get involved with Holland
Maxwell.
But since I'm already going to hell, I might as well make it worth it.
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Johnaka's Review
“Will he make his move? 5 stars”
Iain never expected to see a ghost from his past when he was meeting with two of his clients. But there she was and Holland was far from the young girl he left behind. He was always the person she could count on when she couldn’t count on her parents or brother. Her brother may be his best friend but Holland’s always been the one who’s gotten him. Will he take a chance on the only woman who’s ever gotten under his skin?
Holland planned the best escape possible out of a bad situation. She never had a typical childhood full of love and laughter but one with a crazy parent who controlled her like no other. Her father and brother basically turned a blind eye, but her brothers best friend Iain was always there, until he wasn’t. She never expected to run into him in the city. She never expected him to try and control her life the way her mother did. The only question is, what is his motive? And when she sees a shot with her dream guy will she take it?
I loved Iain and Holland. They set the pages on fire from the beginning. The chemistry was undeniable. Iain was a complete alpha but one who totally understood Holland and her need for control in certain circumstances. I sped through Now or Never and loved it. I hope you do too.
Plot-5/5 Characters-5/5 Heat-5/5 Writing style-5/5 Overall-5/5
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EXCERPT
CHAPTER ONE
IAIN
Fuck me if that’s her.
A single upward glance and just like that my night was screwed.
In an instant, my pulse doubled, and I could feel my jaw ticking tighter and
tighter under my palm as I ran my hand over my face, my eyes
devouring her body in ways I told myself had strictly to do with the
shock.
Because what the hell was she doing here?
And for Christ’s sake, what the hell was she wearing?
My shoulders tensed under my suit and my grip tightened around the lowball of
Scotch I suddenly wanted to pound like a shot, because now that I’d looked
up—now that I’d seen her—I had a face to the match to all the filthy,
vulgar shit my clients had spent the past two minutes groaning about, and it
wasn’t just any face.
It was one I’d known since she was only thirteen years old.
“Jesus fuck. How do we trade our waitress for that Playboy bunny-lookin’
thing?”
My jaw clenched at Watt’s description.
It wasn’t far off. In fact, it was surprisingly fucking accurate, but still—I
was failing to reconcile what I was seeing with what I was remembering, because
the last time I saw her she was a sweet, innocent little thing. This
shy little girl wearing a powder blue backpack and braided pigtails—who I made
it my job to protect because her own brother had no instinct
whatsoever.
But now… for Christ’s sake, now there was no trace of that shy little girl as
she flitted from table to table in a tight little dress, holding a tray of
drinks up high and arching her back so taut I wanted to clench my
teeth out of my skull.
“Goddamn, when she bends over in that thing…” Ty growled into his fist.
“Do it again, baby. Come on,” Watt willed her, licking his grinning lips
and forcing me to exhaust every muscle in my body to keep myself from
knocking him the fuck out right there. “See the new waitress?” he turned to
ask me, shaking his head and sucking a sharp breath between his teeth—his
way of emphasizing just how badly he wanted to fuck her.
It made me picture my forearm digging into his neck as I pinned him
to the wall and detailed exactly why he’d never lay a finger on her.
But despite the vivid image, I managed a nod and a smirk to remain outwardly
calm, casual. Sitting forward, I adjusted my onyx cufflinks, throwing in a “very
nice” that sounded so convincingly disinterested that Watt rolled his eyes and
gave a pfft before turning his hungry stare back to her—and that
tiny little skirt that had her legs so close to naked I had to look
away.
Fucking hell.
I white-knuckled my drink, silently wracking my brain for a plan while
reminding myself that no agent had ever put his own clients on the injured
list, so I shouldn’t aim to be the first. Shane Watt and Ty Damon were two of
the biggest athletes in sports. They were two of the best sluggers in baseball,
two of the highest-earning contracts on my all-star roster of clients, and I
really couldn’t afford to kill them right now.
So I opted instead to shut their fucking mouths.
“Enough,” I cut in sharply, interrupting their debate about whether or not she
was wearing a goddamned push-up bra.
I could feel my eyes on fire, and my blood fucking boiling, but by the time my
clients turned to face me, all they saw was an easy smirk on my lips that
made them grin sheepishly, because they knew this look—the one I wore right
before I set their asses straight.
“Gentlemen, we’re here tonight to talk about the Under Armour deal,
but if you want to waste my time drooling over some waitress, then
you’re welcome to find a different agent to negotiate your contract for a third
of the price,” I said, leaning back in my seat. “But in that case, Watt, you’d
have to tell your wife that the new beach house is a no-go. Is that something
you’re interested in?”
“No! No, no, no,” Watt laughed in a panic before socking Ty in he arm. “Come
on, asshole. Pay attention.”
“What! Me?”
And just like that, we were back on topic.
But as I returned to discussing business with my clients—even with my eyes
fixed directly on them—I had my attention sharply trained on her.
Little Holland Maxwell.
My best friend’s kid sister who was clearly all grown up, and about to make
my night a living hell.
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AUTHOR BIO
Stella Rhys is a romance author who lives for baseball season, Irish coffees
and Love Island UK. She was born and raised in New York and when she isn't
writing, you can find her with her family and friends, scouring the city in
search of her next book-inspiring adventure.
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