*** FIVE SOLID 'NEW FAVORITE' STARS !***
“I was sixteen,” I choked out. “And gay.”
“N’then there was you,” I mumbled. He kissed the top of my head.
“And then there was you.”
Spencer Cohen is a legal alien in LA. He came from Australia with a baggage that his only closest friends know. Acted like a cheerful trendy guy, has a business as a pretend boyfriend. Yep, that’s his job.
Enter Andrew, a guy who’s just need to know why his fiancée suddenly walked away from him without any explanation, he wanted to win him back and hire Spencer.
Like the blurb says, yeah right, even a blind man knows where it will end. Cliché? Definitely. Oh but wait ! It’s NR Walker. She can turn my world upside down with her cliché anytime. Make it a good story, comfort read, with a little tears (actually, I cried a bit more as my usual near the end of the book).
The chemistry between Andrew and Spencer was right there right from the start. They can fill each other, mingled with harmony. And no one believed that they’re not together. No one.
Oh how I loved the way they’re together ! It’s like, Spencer was a God send from heaven for Andrew. Am I overreacted? Well, read the book, and tell me that.
And did Andrew get what he wants and get his fiancee’s back? I'll let you know after you reading it. Fair enough? Ha-ha.
Then he pressed his lips to mine. He held my face, so gently, and I put my hands around his waist. It was a sweet kiss, a kiss with promise. An everything kind of kiss.
I was afraid that this series leave me with cliffhanger, but, once again, this is N.R. Walker, she won’t let me hanging if she doesn’t want me to fly to Australia and demand her to send me book 2 and 3 yesterday ! And Aussie is close to Jakarta. She wouldn’t dare. *nods*
This book is definitely a re-reading material, a comfort food for my soul, and I’m kinda obsessed with Spencer and love him like I love Travis in RDH. Sigh.
Highly recommended !
About the author
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way. She is many things: a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words. She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things… but likes it even more when they fall in love. She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal. She’s been writing ever since…
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