Engaging the Bachelor
Pulse, 1
Cathryn Fox
Entangled Brazen
June 6, 2016
About the Book:
Pretending to date this doctor is a prescription for trouble…
Hot, Southampton doctor, Carson Reynolds isn’t the kind of man Gemma Carr should be playing with. But his offer of a fake engagement comes with sexy, late night house calls, and despite her bad girl reputation, it’s been far too long since she’s taken two and called anyone in the morning.
When Carson sees Gemma at a charity event, he knows he has to have her. It’s been ten years since he’s had her in his arms, but that hasn’t lessened his intense need for her. To save her reputation and get his parents off his back, he makes her an offer she can’t refuse.
It’s the perfect set-up–until this fake engagement starts to feel a little too real…
My Thoughts:
Those who love fake engagement stories with serious hot scenes, Engaging the Bachelor is your kind of read. Yes, Carson and Gemma are super hot together, and they have a past together. Yes, it's a little predictable with trying to get his parents off his back, and they eventually fall in love. However, you can't say no to a doctor when he gives a "prescription for against-the-wall, in-the-shower, and bent-over-the-coffee-table sex sounded just about right." Can't go wrong with that.
Like I said Carson and Gemma are super hot together, and they both were super sweet. Carson is such a caring person and I wouldn't mind him if he was my doctor. I adore Gemma; she was adorable. She's super sweet. They definitely hit a sweet spot on couple front.
Overall, I enjoyed Engaging the Bachelor. You will definitely need fan time or cold shower. However, it does end on a sweet. Fairly quick read that will leave you satisfy.
Copy provided by Entangled via NetGalley
Excerpt:
Carson
scrubbed his hand over his face, his gaze locked on Gemma as she worked the
room. Teeth flashing in a brilliant smile, she peered into the dark corner, her
confident steps slowing, more cautious as she approached. Another few steps
brought her closer, into his personal space, and then all of a sudden her feet
came to a resounding halt. When their gazed clashed, her eyes went wide, like
she’d seen a ghost.
He supposed
she had.
She searched
for the nearest chair to support herself, but her hand faltered and pushed it
out of reach. As the metal legs scraped over the wood floor, Gemma sucked in a
quick breath, and faltered backward, her too high heels failing her trembling
legs this time. Before she toppled, Carson moved swiftly. He pushed from his chair,
took three measured steps, and gathered her into his arms.
The instant he
touched her, sexual energy arced between them. Forget the emergency back-up
system at the hospital. With the barest of touches they could generate enough
electricity to light up an entire New York block in a black out—for a solid
week. He dipped his head, his mouth inches from hers. Her enticing floral scent
seeped under his skin and took him back to the day he’d had her beneath him. Jesus. He drew on every ounce of
strength he possessed to stop himself from reacquainting his lips with hers, to
lose himself in the sweetness of her mouth—between her legs.
He brushed his
knuckles over her warm cheek, a soft caress that brought heat to her dark,
honey flecked eyes. “Hi Gemma,” he whispered, pitching his voice low, for her
ears only.
For one
shocked moment she just stood there, then she drew in a quick, shaky breath.
“Sailor boy?” Those soft, barely there words fluttered past trembling lips and
washed over his face, filling him with a need he hadn’t experienced in a long
time. As her voice vibrated through him, his pulse skyrocketed, his cock
throbbing against his zipper. It clamored to get out, to feel her soft palms
wrapped around it. Christ, he couldn’t stop thinking about the ways she’d
explored him that night, her hands curious, her touch urgent, needy, looking
for so much from him. His blood flowed thick and heavy and he clenched down on
his teeth, fighting to keep himself in check. Thank fuck he wasn’t wearing
scrubs. He didn’t need everyone in the bar knowing he was sporting the hard on
of the century.
“Yeah, it’s
me, but the name is Carson.” She stared at him wide eyed, her chest rising and
falling in an erratic pattern. “Say it,” he whispered in a soft voice. She
shook her head, like she was trying to wrap her brain around this turn of
events. He touched her chin lightly, softly brushing his thumb over her cheek,
waiting, as she grounded herself in the moment. “Say it, Gemma,” he repeated.
A long pause
and then she murmured, “Carson.” Her voice was soft, sultry, sensuously low and
caressed his cock in the most mind fucking ways.
“The next time
you’re in my bed, that’s the name you’re going to use.”
She stiffened,
but he held her tighter, not daring to let her out of his hold this time. No, this time he was damn well determined to
find out who she was and why she’d given her virginity to a boy she’d didn’t
even know—and never intended to see again.
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About the Author:
New York Times and USA today bestselling author, Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and red wine. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
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