Review & Excerpt: Irresistible You by Kate Meader

IRRESISTIBLE YOU
Series: Chicago Rebels series, Book 1
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Author: 
Kate Meader
Release Date:
August 14, 2017

IRRESISTIBLE YOU kicks of the all new, scorching Chicago Rebels hockey series by Kate Meader, featuring her signature “steamy sex scenes, colorful characters, and riveting dialogue” (Romantic Times). Three estranged sisters inherit their late father’s failing hockey franchise and are forced to confront a man’s world, their family’s demons, and the battle-hardened ice warriors skating into their hearts.

Harper Chase has just become the most powerful woman in the NHL after the death of her father Clifford Chase, maverick owner of the Chicago Rebels. But the team is a hot mess—underfunded, overweight, and close to tapping out of the league. Hell-bent on turning the luckless franchise around, Harper won’t let anything stand in her way. Not her gender, not her sisters, and especially not a veteran player with an attitude problem and a smoldering gaze designed to melt her ice-compacted defenses.

Veteran center Remy “Jinx” DuPre is on the downside of a career that’s seen him win big sponsorships, fans’ hearts, and more than a few notches on his stick. Only one goal has eluded him: the Stanley Cup. Sure, he’s been labeled as the unluckiest guy in the league, but with his recent streak of good play, he knows this is his year. So why the hell is he being shunted off to a failing hockey franchise run by a ball-buster in heels? And is she seriously expecting him to lead her band of misfit losers to a coveted spot in the playoffs?

He’d have a better chance of leading Harper on a merry skate to his bed…

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“You’re so tiny, minou,” he murmured, his ravenous gaze taking stock of her body clad in rose-blush lace. True, she was petite everywhere—small breasts, slim hips, an ass he could likely cover with one vast palm. Nothing bombshell about her figure, yet she felt so desirable while his eyes stoked fire all over her body. He followed up with his hands. First the side of her breast, then the flare of her hip. Coasting a palm over her ass, he squeezed, like he was assessing her ability to take him deep inside her.As he continued his erotic scrutiny, his erection appeared to surge, growing inch by mouthwatering inch. It tapped against her thigh, demanding her attention.

“You know how I hate to give you any encouragement whatsoever, DuPre, but that cock of yours is . . .”

“Keep goin’.”

“Slightly above average.”

“‘Slightly’ ain’t a word ever used in the same sentence as my dick.” He notched in between her legs, the only barrier the satin shield of her panties, and stroked along every sensitive nerve ending.

“You were sayin’?”

She grasped for the power of speech. “I’m—I’m trying to tell you that it’s been awhile. I’m going to be tight, and this concerns me.”

He stilled and gentled her jaw, holding her in place for his soul-searing gaze. “You understand that I’d never hurt you, baby?”

That’s not what she’d been angling for, but the moment he spoke, she realized that maybe she’d been pushing for some small assurance. Of course he wouldn’t hurt her. He was the perfect gentleman, a man with values and a devotion to his family, a guy who wanted to give himself 100 percent to a woman and his children further on down the road. And while all these things should have put her mind at ease, it was his soothing words she absorbed into her heart.

“Take my panties off, Remy. Now.”

She made a move to help, but he gently swatted her hands away. “I’ll take care of that. I’ll take care of you.”

Tears stung. Stupid, Harper. Stupid, stupid. Struck dumb, all she could do was nod and watch and anticipate as he unhooked her bra and threw it onto the floor. Here was the true test. She searched his face for disappointment.

His eyes darkened at the sight of her small breasts. Her Cajun werewolf growled.

Très jolie.” Her nipples budded for him, straining to be sucked, and his mouth drew one to an even harder peak. Licks and sips spiraled her pleasure while he removed her panties. Multitasker? She loved that. His wicked mouth trailed down to her stomach, her belly, her hips. Nothing was beneath his interest.

“We’re going to take it slow,” he whispered against her core. “So no rushing me, oui?”

“Are you talking to me or my . . . uh, minou?”

“Tonight, this is where your brain is gonna be, Harper.” He heeled his hand over the neatly trimmed strip of hair between her thighs, spreading her wide, then dragged up in a dirty grind. The sensation of that rough palm was indescribable. “I get the impression you’re kind of bossy, and while we can work with that later, for now you’re gonna trust me to take care of your pleasure. No fightin’ me like you tried earlier today.”

“I’m—I’m not bossy.” I’m your boss. And how sharp of him to understand what was going through her mind in that courtyard.

His grin was devilish, his fingers positively fiendish as he set up a soft, tantalizing stroke through her hungry minou. Then he pulled them away.

She rolled her hips, chasing the sensation. “Nooo!”

“That’s what I mean. Impatient.” A slight brush of his thumb against her clit crossed several wires in her brain. The man was an outrageous tease. “By the time I’m finished, Harper, you’ll be begging my slightly above average cock to sink deep and give you what you need.”

“There’s always the chance I’ll fall asleep first.”

“Sarcasm won’t make me move faster.”

And then she was in his arms, the way it wasn’t supposed to be, but the only way that made sense. Greedy lips met in a torrent of hunger as they melted into each other, her mouth on his so amazing he could die. His hands strayed to her ass and bound her close to make sure she was real and could never, ever leave.

*Flails happily*

It’s official. I’m totally and completely head over heals for this brand new series from Kate Meader. Hook, line, and sinker, people. HOOK. LINE. AND SINKER. Or should I should I say hockey stick? Because this had everything that first made me fall in love with Meader’s writing. Endearing and vivid characters, sizzling steam, addicting plot, and hot hockey players as the icing on the top.

Irresistible You introduces us to the Chase sisters. After their philandering, famous ex hockey player turned team owner dies, they find themselves having to come together to turn around a failing hockey team. At the head of it all is Harper Chase, brand new acting GM of the Chicago Rebels. It’s hard enough to gain respect as a female in the sport, but now she has to bring this team around. Her first stop? Bring the team’s recent trade to heel.

Remy “Jinx” DuPre knows he’s looking at his final year in the sport that he loves. He’s too old to be taking the hits he’s been taking and he wants to go down on top. Unfortunately his recent trade to the Chicago Rebels is pretty much ensuring he won’t get there. The team is nowhere close to playoffs and the team’s GM is a stuffy, stick up her butt female that he wants nothing to do with. Too bad the sexual chemistry between them is impossible to ignore.

He’d never met a woman who needed to be fucked as badly as Harper Chase. Who needed to be kissed thoroughly, eaten out professionally, and screwed so deep she couldn’t walk until playoff season. All that would happen; he just hadn’t reckoned on how his own limits would be tested.

What begins as snarky barbs and insults, turns into an unlikely friendship that soon turns into something so much more.

Can I just tell you how much I loved the Cajun stud that is Remy? Because this man!!! This. Man. He brought all of the swoons. All of them. I loved him beyond words. He was pure perfection. And Harper was such an amazing heroine. The more layers you peel away from her, the more you understand why she is the way she is and just grow to like her even more. Both characters were so multi-layered and full of depth, I couldn’t get enough of them.

In the midst of the budding romance, there’s a slew of secondary characters introduced that I can’t wait to find out more about; especially Harper’s two sisters.

Irresistible You was everything I’ve come to expect from this author and more! It was a page turner from beginning to end, full of laugh out loud moments and enough steam to set your e-readers on fire!

Listen, Harper, I understand your concerns. You have to present a certain image to the world. All eyes are on the Rebels and you, of all Cliff’s daughters, are the face of the team business. I get that. I totally respect that. But that doesn’t change the fact I want to throw you over this desk and fuck you until you scream my name, forget your own, and come so many times you practically pass out.”

Kate Meader was raised on romance. An Irish girl, she started with Catherine Cookson and Jilly Cooper novels, and spiced it up with some Mills & Boon. Now based in Chicago, she writes romances of her own, where sexy contemporary alpha heroes and strong heroines match each other quip for quip. When not immersed in tales of brooding mill owners, oversexed equestrians, and men who can rock an apron or a fire hose, Kate lives on the web at katemeader.com.

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