From #1 NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a hot new standalone second chance romance…
THE HOT ONE!
Want a slow burn, sexy-as-sin second chance romance filled with wit, humor and so much heart? Dive in, and get ready to swoon and fan yourself from the heat!
A sexy, feel-good romance that makes you feel good all over, THE HOT ONE is a hot, second chance standalone romance and the story of confident, charming and cocky attorney Tyler Nichols who is determined to win back his college sweetheart when he runs into her in NYC eight years later. He’ll do anything to win her heart… including stripping naked for her at her office. Can she move on from the hurt and give love a brand new chance? Find out in this sexy, fun, and sizzling romance full of heart, charm and heat! Told in dual POV, THE HOT ONE is being called over-the-top hot and utterly addictive. Grab your copy of THE HOT ONE and get ready to laugh, swoon, and fan yourself from the heat!
“The Hot One is love, laugh-out-loud humor, and lust all wrapped up in the perfect package…PURE PLEASURE!!!” ~ Bookalicious Babes Blog
“Lauren Blakely is the QUEEN of sweet, fun, and steamy reads… Her books are utterly addictive.” ~ Angie’s Dreamy Reads
A sexy new standalone romance from #1 New York Times Bestselling Author Lauren Blakely…
Ever notice that sometimes a guy will do something really stupid, like let the love of his life slip through his fingers?
Yeah. I'm that guy. But the instant I run into her again I’ve got one goal and one goal only—a second chance. The plan? Go big or go home.
Fine, at first glance, stripping naked at my ex-girlfriend's place of work might not seem like the brightest way to win her heart again. But trust me on this count—she always liked me best without any clothes on. And sometimes you've got to play to your strengths when you're fighting an uphill battle. As a lawyer, I know how to fight, and I'm prepared to fight hard for her. Because sometimes you need a second chance at first love.
He's the one who got away . . .
The nerve of Tyler Nichols to reappear like that at my job, showing off his rock-hard body that drove me wild far too many nights. That man with his knowing grin and mischievous eyes is nothing but a cocky jerk to saunter back into my life. Except, what if he's not . . .? I've tried like hell to forget him, but maybe I'm cursed to remember the guy I fell madly in love with eight years ago. Lord knows I’m not over him, so what's the harm in giving him a week to prove he's changed in the ways that matter?
After all, how do you resist the hot one . . .?
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3.5 Angel Stars!!!
He likes to chase,He likes to catch,and I like to be caught.
Second chance romance is my weakness because I always believed that love deserves second chances. Add up a good humor , hot hero and witty heroine with a strong chemistry plus scorching scenes and I'm all in.You cannot wrong me with this and you cannot blame me because in as much as I want to read an angsty and emotional love of second chances story, it would be a good diversion if it consists a good humor. Change of heart eh? Uhmm nope! Just a slight diversion out of curiosity on how it will go plus who wouldn't want a love story with so much fun?
"We were the night sky and the stars, loud thunder and crackling lightning, a Stratocaster and a kickass amp."
So, reading The Hot One is something I was really looking forward to. My God! This is Lauren Blakely and you cannot hear or read her name without it being associated with HOT, SEXY AND SWEET. So I dived into Tyler and Delaney's journey so ready, eager and excited. Who wouldn't when were teased over a hero stripping naked? Can you even resist the HOT ONE? Because I sure do can't. That cover became my fantasy and imagining him stripping naked is like heaven in it's naughtiest form. Like that even exist? Well I don't effing care!!! Hoe or not, this is THE HOT ONE we are talking about and I could not resist him.And I really cannot blame Delaney either. Why, you ask? Just read it yourself, enjoy your journey with them and be the verdict.
“Tyler Nichols is more than the opening act, the closing act, and the main attraction of my dirty dreams. He’s the one who got away.”
My thoughts? It was a good story. Just as I said, love of second chances are my weakness. I love a chase, I love how there's issues needed resolution and I love to read the growth of every characters. But what I love more is how it will be resolved. With The Hot One, I was really looking forward with their journey. With that stripping antics, I was definitely curious and so interested to get it started. I was like , "oops! way to go groveling hottie!" So, I devoured it. But sadly at the course of the book I feel like it was dragging for my liking and rushed. I was looking for the pull and humor. The humor was there but just mild and the pull..well, there is something lacking. I understand it is somewhat a feel good second chance love story what with the humor delivered but at some point it feels off. Don't get me wrong, Lauren Blakely can write like a champ. I adore her words and her writings. The thought and what she wanted to delivered was portrayed but as I said, it feels rushed that at some point the connection was lost although it picked right up.
But then again as I said it was rather good despite the issues I mentioned above. I love the thought she wanted to deliver and I love how Lauren writes this story unique as possible. There might be no push and pull, but I like how she portrayed it in a way that characters need not to be so into the past but rather focused in the present. The characters too are likable and to be honest the chemistry was really there. It was not that strong, just enough to make you feel. Because if there isn't? Do you think I would enjoy their scenes? Because I did. More than the scorching scenes that I swear leave me tingling and sizzling feeling, I love that the friendship was there. I even love how family was portrayed through the inner circles of friends. And I appreciate the growth of the characters especially Tyler. He might have done stupid things in the past, say the lamest reason in the history of reasoning but you cannot just take for granted the things he did just to prove her love to Delaney. To prove that he's changed and to prove how good they are together. The grand gesture that might almost screwed it up again, but just as his niece said,
"My teacher says the key is to follow the steps. Don't cut the corners, and take your time."
Technically, I didn't drop my drawers the first time I saw her again. Just my balls.
The ones in my hands. Juggling balls.
Here’s how it went down. Picture a Sunday morning in Central Park. A perfect summer day. The grass was green, the breeze was warm, and I’d just spent the last few hours getting acquainted with turtles and frogs at the children’s zoo because I’m an awesome uncle. And Carly’s one cool seven-year-old.
The kid loves all creatures, but especially the ones that jump and crawl, so I took her to the enchanted forest part of the zoo. When we finished, she tugged on my shirt sleeve, batted her hazel eyes, and asked ever so sweetly for an ice cream cone.
Like I stood a chance at resisting her. C’mon. She’s my cousin’s kid, and clearly she gets her charm from our side of the family.
With her hand in mine, we strolled across the grass near the running path, hunting for the nearest ice cream dealer.
And then Carly did that thing little kids do.
She shrieked for what seemed like absolutely no reason. Next, she pointed to an impossibly tall dude wearing a beret while juggling two Rubik’s Cubes, two orange balls, and a small green beanbag.
“He can do five, Uncle Tyler!” Carly shouted, her eyes going wide.
“Five isn’t too shabby,” I said with a shrug.
She turned to me with a questioning stare. “I’ve never seen you do five.”
“That’s because I haven’t shown you all my tricks yet.”
“Can you really juggle five balls?”
I scoffed. “Please, I can do that with my eyes closed.”
I didn’t put myself through law school juggling for nothing.
You can’t put yourself through law school juggling anything but insane class schedules and lack of sleep.
Carly arched an eyebrow. So did the juggler, as he kept up the cascade of his quintet. Show-off.
“I want to see. Show me,” Carly urged.
Yeah, Carly’s a chip off the old block. She’s all about challenging me, and I’m all about rising to the challenge.
The stick-thin guy with the beret raised his chin. “Have at it, man.”
With clockwork precision, he let the balls fall out of orbit and into his palm. Next, the Rubik’s Cubes. Then the beanbag. He stepped closer, handed me the objects, and flashed a crooked, put-your-money-where-your-
Packs of runners jogged along, cyclists wheeled over the black asphalt, and rollerbladers whizzed by on the concrete. With my feet parked hip’s width apart, I stood at the edge of the grass getting a feel for the items, weighing them, and then one, two, three, four, five, I whisked each one up into the air in a high oval arc. Round and round, in a perfect five-ball cascade.
Carly clapped, then demanded more. “Yes, now close your eyes!”
I groaned. What was I thinking? Juggling with eyes closed is fucking hard. But I could pull it off for a couple seconds. My special skill. I obliged my niece’s request, pulling off a few quick blind ovals. Five seconds later, after I’d shown off that particular party trick, I opened my eyes.
And I saw a vision from my past.
A blond beauty, with long legs, a lovely round ass, and a high ponytail swishing back and forth across her shoulders. She ran along the path in tiny orange let-me-peel-them-off-with-my-
teeth-pretty-please running shorts. And that face. Dear Lord, the stunning face of an angel. High cheekbones. Deep brown eyes that saw me like no one ever had. Those red lips, shaped like a bow. Fuck me, the things she could do with those lips. The things I taught her to do with that sinful mouth.
Delaney sure as hell knew how to use it, and I don’t just mean in the bedroom. We used to talk about anything and everything when we were together in college. Days with her. Nights with her. Best time of my life. That woman was full of spark. Full of fire. So damn passionate. And look at her now.
It had to be illegal to be that smoking hot.