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Lucas Thorn wasn’t born a cheater. All it took was a single moment—say, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his wedding—and boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except Sundays—God’s day and all), and his rules are simple: No commitments. No exceptions.
But a certain smart-mouthed, strawberry blonde vixen is about to blow that all to hell.
Avery Black has never forgiven Lucas for cheating on her sister. And suddenly being forced to work with him is pretty much a nightmare on steroids. Of course, it does afford her the opportunity to make his life as difficult as possible. But no good revenge scheme comes without payback. Because he didn’t become the Lucas Thorn without learning a few things about women.
Now Avery’s lust for vengeance has turned into, well, lust. And if Lucas stops cheating, it’s definitely not because he’s falling in love…
"If they know about it, it's not cheating."
Ooops!Yeah there that line! Can somebody please explain that to me?Is this guy even possible?Does that even exist??? Because WTH! That just screams effing IMPOSSIBLE like hello there AH, I wanna kill you with my bare hands! But then you're kidding right? This is RVD we're talking about and let's face it, she writes the unique plots and story line. So you know what I did Infuriating feeling aside, I devoured CHEATER and lo and behold I.AM.FLAT.OUT.THORNED! Like seriously Thorned by no other than Lucas Thorn. Mine.
Cheater? Or just a manwhore through and through??? Uh..uh..you have to read it because there's no way in hell I'll spoil you so you'll miss all the fun that is Lucas Thorne.
Lucas Thorn was a sickness. A darkness that never left. He was a rutting bastard.He was still— unfortunately— gorgeous.
Gah! This book is just all sorts of "It's not what you think it is". It is a proof of an old adage "Don't judge the book by it's cover" , because seriously there's more to it than just one read of the title and it's blurb. And Lucas Thorne? In as much as I wanted to hate him I just couldn't. He's hard not to fall for. He is irresitible and with his whoring lifestyle? Nah, I wasn't turned off at all. In fact this made the story even more interesting, and when you get to know him you'll definitely change your opinion of him. He's soooo sweet and funny and there's just something in him I cannot figure out but made me fall for him HARD. That fantasy falling in love hard with all hearts in the eyes with just a mere mention of his name and then just to scream out loud because what better way to express when you're Thorned?And then there's Avery, this woman is another story I'm telling you. I was so infuriated with her childish antics I wanna slap her so hard so she'll just shut the hell up. But then thought better because her character trait is another reason why I so wanted to just keep on flipping the pages and made me even cheered her on like "you go girlie!" woman power and all. And in the end, it turned out she's not bad at all. In fact she's one hell of a woman.
And these two together? Perfect chemistry. Their connection is just so strong, those flashbacks years ago even heightened my will to keep on turning the pages because as I read the book, I was so hell bent in solving a mystery. Because seriously, there's more to it than just the blurb.
Indeed, "Cheater is a book that women everywhere will not only understand but cheer for. I dare you to put your big-girl panties on, sit back, and enjoy the ride. Like any good journey...it's never what you expect." ~Audrey Carlan, #1 NYT Bestselling Author. When I write this review, this what comes to my mind and I know I need to quote it. It's the perfect description of Cheater. And that's what I love about RVD, when you read her works, be prepared to get your emotions at stake. It's a crazy roller coaster of of feels. You'll get mad, roll your eyes, scream your heart out but, you'll get to cry with laughter with that full belly laugh and swoon. Yes swoon because it's so hard not to. Trust me!
“You’re a bad habit, Thorn".An addiction I can’t kick—each kiss gets me drunker than the first, until I lose all sense of right and wrong.”
Overall, Cheater is a light hearted, hilarious, adorable story. I can't wait for you to meet Lucas Thorn and Avery. Add up the crazy family and sure you're in for a treat. Sure,this book got flaws, but it sure is fun to read, entertaining and a page -turner. I enjoyed my reading journey with them. In fact, it's my perfect weekend read!
The office building loomed ahead of me. I squinted up at it, covering my face with part of my hand as the sun cast its glare against the glass.
“What are we looking at?” Lucas whispered in my ear.
I let out a little yelp and jumped away from him, and I would have run into a passing biker if Lucas hadn’t pulled me out of the way with his coffee-free hand.
“Must you be such a pain in the ass?”
“Must you try to kill me?” I fired back.
He rolled his eyes. “Let’s go.” He started walking, hauling me with him.
We weren’t walking in the direction of the office.
“I will seriously shove this Starbucks up that skinny ass if you don’t stop talking and just listen for once in your life.”
I shut up and followed, but only because he’d said “Starbucks” and was very purposefully moving in the nearest outpost’s general direction. If I looked pathetic enough, would he buy me coffee?
That was what my life was coming to.
My shoulders slumped at the thought when we walked into the building. The smell of fresh baked goods hit me with full force, and my stomach growled loudly, saying to everyone, I’m a hungry bear and may eat my young. Out of the way, please!
I followed Lucas to the line, still tempted to speak, but I figured if he wanted noise from me, he’d say something like, “You may grace me with your voice now, Avery.”
Even though I wasn’t talking, every time I heard someone order pumpkin bread I sighed, loudly, so loudly that the barista eyed me cautiously. Chill, Starbucks, I’m not going to steal a piece of pumpkin bread.
My mouth watered.
I mean, I wasn’t that desperate.
But if I took two, maybe three, steps toward her, yelled “Fire!” and then screamed nonsense about a bee attacking me, the pumpkin bread she had in hand would probably fall to the ground, and it would be wasteful if I didn’t rescue it from the ants.
All creatures deserve food—but pumpkin bread was too good for ants, too rich, and they’d explode all over the floor from the richness and it would be my fault—for saving the barista’s life, right? From the bee?
I think I just confused myself.
“Why are you breathing so heavy?” Lucas asked from my right.
I snapped out of my pumpkin-bread daydream and shrugged. “Sorry, low on sleep.”
He gave a noncommittal nod and then it was his turn, greedy little bastard already had one coffee now he was getting two! “A venti macchiato and a large coffee with room for cream, two slices—”
I elbowed him hard in the ribs.
“Sorry, um, three slices of pumpkin bread, thanks.”
He handed the barista his card, while my greedy eyes locked on the pumpkin bread as the barista placed it into a bag and gave it to him.
With an exasperated sigh, he shoved the bag into my hands. “Just leave me one bite.”
“No promises.” I was already digging into the bag, my mouth watering as I followed him around the counter with a little pep in my step.
Lucas grabbed our drinks and motioned toward one of the tables. I sat, stuffed more pumpkin goodness into my mouth, and managed to chug some coffee almost all at once.
Lucas shook his head. “I always forget how seriously you take your pumpkin bread.”
I moaned and took another huge bite. “My theory is this.”
He leaned forward, a smile curving around his gorgeous mouth. “Alright, out with it.”
More pumpkin bread found its way into my mouth as I talked—I didn’t even care if I looked like a starved animal. “Pumpkin bread has the same addictive properties as cocaine.”
“That’s your theory? That it’s a drug?”
“Right.” I sighed and leaned back. “Except it doesn’t make you skinny, unfortunately.”
His smile widened, and he grabbed a small hunk of bread. “Want to know my theory?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking—I hope Lucas tells me his theory so I can eat his portion of bread.”
Lucas scooted the bag toward me and whispered, “Merry Christmas.”
“Oh, pumpkin gods.” I moaned again.
His eyes darted to my mouth.
“What?” I wiped my lips. “Is something on my face?”
“No.” He looked away. “So my theory is this . . . pumpkin flavoring is a conspiracy by the government to see how many ways we can market a flavor and make money off it.”
“Boo.” I gave him a thumbs-down. “Thanks, grinch. Oh, and stop ruining holidays.”
He smirked. “You’ve known forever that Santa isn’t real. Still doesn’t stop you from leaving him cookies every Christmas Eve, then sneaking downstairs and eating them all by yourself.”
“One”—I held up a finger—“it’s genius because nobody will touch them for fear that I’ll get mad. Two”—I held up a second finger—“when everyone else is sad about the Christmas cookies being gone, I know I’ll have them all to myself. It’s like . . .” I sighed, “. . . a Christmas present. To myself.”
“Except for that one time.” He smirked.
“Cruel man.” I glared at him. “How dare you eat my cookies?”
He shrugged. “They were sweet.”
Was it hot? In this little Starbucks? By the window where the sun was searing me alive like I was under a magnifying glass?
I tugged at my sleeveless blouse.
“About Saturday . . .”
Uncomfortable conversation, here we come! I strapped in and waited for the inevitable. And then realized, to my dismay, that he’d just bought me coffee and food without letting me go to the office.
My eyes filling with tears, I shook my head a few times. “Lucas, I may give you crap, but I really need this job.”
He frowned, like he was confused.
“Don’t say another word.” I held out my hands. “I’ll do anything, Lucas—and I mean anything—to keep this job. I wasn’t kidding when I said my parents were chomping at the bit to get me to move home, and I don’t want to. It’s not just about me being defiant; they want me to take over the family business.”
Lucas burst out laughing and then sobered. “Oh, you’re serious.”
“I can’t sell chicken, Thorn.”
“I mean, to be fair, Avery, your parents own a very lucrative organic meats company. I’m sure they could offer you at least five figures.” His smile was way too smug, but I still had to be nice to him rather than throw him off a cliff, because he could fire me.
About the Author:
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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