Chandler by Laurelin Paige
By Laurelin Paige
Release Date: September 20, 2016
I’m good in a boardroom, but I’m better in the bedroom. Much better. I can charm the skirt off any woman in one encounter. I’ll even give her an orgasm before I put her in a cab. Or three. No more or she’ll start making plans for the future and I’m not into that.
Or I wasn’t until Genevieve Fasbender. She’s the first woman in five years that I want to spend the whole night with. And she’s the first woman who’s told me I’m not what she wants in a lover, even after multiple O’s. She’s brash and bold and stubborn as hell, and she doesn’t believe it’s possible to satisfy her.
But I’m up for the challenge.
And after an incident in my brother’s office closet―a downright dirty incident―I think I’m just the guy to deliver.
Genevieve Fasbender will never know what’s coming.
Five minutes later, the valet pulls up with my car. Genevieve raises an eyebrow. “A Bugatti?”
I’m so impressed she can name the model that I practically jizz in my pants. “It’s the best.”
She shakes her head, and I swear I hear her mutter something about rich men and their toys, but I don’t respond, too occupied with inspecting my car and then passing the attendant the cash I promised him earlier for returning my vehicle in perfect condition.
I slide into the driver’s seat, and when I look over at Genevieve as she buckles her seatbelt, a wave of pure, unadulterated lust rolls through me. I’m very aware that I’ve trapped her, that she’s now defenseless to my whims. Not that I’d take advantage, but goddamn, to think that I could…
I nearly shiver at my own vile thoughts.
Glad she can’t know what I’m thinking, I flash her a smile. “So. Where am I taking you?”
“I’m staying at the Park Hyatt on 57th Street.”
“Fancy.” The Park Hyatt is one of the nicest luxury hotels in New York. That means this girl has money, which isn’t a bad thing. Just, the swell of my wallet in my back pocket is usually one of my better attributes. If wealth doesn’t attract her, I hope I’m not shit out of luck when it comes to getting an invitation up to her room.
Apparently, I’m transparent because she asks, “Not impressed?”
“Quite the opposite. I’m worried you won’t have a reason to be impressed with me.” Now I’m the one who can’t believe how honest I’m being.
“It’s a valid worry,” she says after a beat, and I can’t tell if she’s teasing or being blunt. Can’t tell if I should prepare for gut-wrenching disappointment or dive into another round of sexy banter.
I concentrate on my driving instead, speeding up before slipping expertly into a tight opening in the adjacent lane.
I’ll admit I’m showing off.
“Smashing,” she says with a tone that vibrates through my body like I’m a tuning fork.
Then, abruptly, she laughs, and I turn my head toward her, alarmed at the source of her amusement.
“I still can’t believe you drive a Bugatti in the city. I can’t decide if that makes you brilliant or as mad as a bag of ferrets.”
“Brilliant, of course.” Though, with her so close, I feel more like I’m going crazy. “What can I say? I like things that are fast.”
“Of course you do.”
“You don’t?” I raise a questioning brow. “Maybe you don’t understand how awesome fast can be.” I put my foot on the gas and race down the next block to prove my point.
The traffic light turns red as I approach the intersection, and I ease the brakes. “See? Fast is fun.”
“The problem with fast is it’s over too quickly.”
Is that innuendo? Her gaze pierces into me, and the air around us feels tight and charged, and I’m suddenly certain that I will die if I don’t get to taste her tonight.
Even if she didn’t mean anything more when she made her statement, I certainly do when I say, “Don’t worry. I know when to take my time.”
She exhales, slowly, and I swear I can feel it. As though she’s already in my arms and her breath is grazing every inch of my bare skin. No matter what happens after this, I know she at least feels this…this attraction. Or whatever it is.
Her voice is low and sultry when she replies. “You’re not talking about cars anymore. But do you really take your time? I’d guess you bolt the minute you’re finished.” She’s so blunt, so direct, and I don’t know if it’s a her thing or an English thing, but I like it.
I also like this conversation we’re having. Because we’re drawing the lines, and that means the potential for tonight is high. So I answer with a nod, making sure she understands that she’s correct in thinking I’ll bolt. Because I will.
***5 swoony, steamy, laugh-out-loud stars***
Well, if you’re wondering whether author Laurelin Paige could possibly give us another Pierce brother that we would love as much as Hudson, the answer is a resounding YES! Chandler Pierce is sexy, self-confident, and full of swagger, and he stole my heart from the very first page.
It’s been a while since I’ve read a book by Laurelin Paige, but when I saw that CHANDLER was next on her list, I couldn’t say yes quickly enough. First off, I love all of her books, and, secondly, he’s a Pierce. Yep, of that Pierce family, so you know that things are going to be interesting. Well, let me just say, she has nailed it with this book, and written a character and a story that I couldn’t get enough of.
Chandler Pierce has never wanted for anything. His siblings call him spoiled, but, hey, he knows what he wants, and he goes for it. Never having wanted for attention from the fairer sex, Chandler is a little bit thrown for a loop when he meets Genevieve Fasbender. Chandler is captivated from their first encounter, but, Genevieve, eh, not so much, even going so far as to let him know that, despite their steamy night together, well, she’s just not that into him. Chandler knows, though, he just knows that he can change her mind, and so it begins.
I love absolutely everything about this book. Chandler is full of himself, but also unsure at times, which endeared him to me no end. He’s pretty straightforward, and his inner dialogue had me cracking up. Sexy and funny, how can that not be a winner? And Genevieve, or Genny, as Chandler calls her, is a perfect match for Chandler, because she puts him through all of the paces, and awakens a side of him that he never knew existed. Did I say hot? Yep…
Once I picked up this book, I could not put it down. It was a speed read for me because I loved it that much. And, while CHANDLER has plenty (hint: that means a LOT) of sexy time, what I really enjoyed was the dynamic between Chandler and Genny. Watching a ladies’ man with no interest in a relationship meet his match is one of my favorites, and that it is done with such humor and affection makes CHANDLER one of my favorite reads of 2016. And, bonus, we get to visit with the one and only Hudson Pierce and his family, including his daughter Mina, who steals several scenes, as well Chandler’s heart. Although the characters from the earlier books are part of this one, CHANDLER can easily be read as a standalone. Whether you’re a long-time fan of new to Laurelin’s books, you’ll want to get started on this one ASAP.
***ARC generously provided for an honest review.***
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About the Author:
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.
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