A satisfying category romance from Entangled’s brand new Lovestruck imprint…
When New York matchmaker Addison St. Claire is tasked with matching her best friend’s new brother-in-law, she almost refuses. But the sexy southern CEO turns out to be a challenge she can’t resist, because if anyone needs to meet his soul mate, it’s this man. And if matching him with someone else removes the temptation of being near him? Even better.
The last thing Caine McNeill needs is a matchmaker—especially a gorgeous redhead who spouts nonsense about soul mates, critiques what he drives and how he dresses, buys him a dog, and pesters him about a million little things he couldn’t care less about. It’s a crying shame he has to keep his hands off because chemistry like what’s flaring between them ought to be explored. Thoroughly.
And so the battle begins. Addison is determined to stick to her plan of setting him up on dates with other women, and Caine is equally determined to ignore these women and seduce her.
She’d gone and thrown away every single one of her rules for him
Remember Brock from Seducing the Bridesmaid? Well this time it’s Brock’s sexy older brother’s turn at a HEA. And who better to match him with than a matchmaker that also happens to be Regan’s friend?
Addison St. Claire is a successful New York matchmaker. What she may lack in her own love life, she makes up for with her clients. So when Addison’s friend Regan asks for a favor in matching her workaholic brother-in-law, Caine, she only struggles with it for a few minutes before saying yes. The problem? Convincing the man that he actually needs her help. But she’s determined, even if it means moving into his Tenessee mansion and dogging his every step.
Unfortunately it’s a little difficult to match a client when all he’s focused on is seducing you into his bed. And Caine? Well let’s just say he’s very convincing, in and out of the boardroom. It doesn’t take too long for the chemistry between them to be too much to deny.
I wasn’t quite sure why, but I struggled to form a connection with the 2 characters from the very beginning. Technically this is usually the recipe that never fails to entice me. However it never quite happened here. While i did enjoy parts of this book, other parts had me raging and wanting to pull my hair out. Why? One word, Addison
She drove me out of my mind batty with her “one soul-mate per lifetime” business. Caine made his intentions clear from the get go, but the way Addison behaved reminded me more of a confused and hormonal teenager than a woman in her late 20s. Her constant back and forth made me want to reach through my kindle and just shake some sense into her.
Could I understand the why’s of it? Sure. Was it enough to make me look past her at times just plain hurtful treatment of Caine? Not even close.
I felt like SHE should have been the one to fight for Caine and not the other way around. So sadly, this managed to really diminish my enjoyment of the story.
I did love catching up with Brock and Regan and the epilogue was super cute as well. But unfortunately when I dislike a heroine or just can’t connect with her, it will never really bring a book any higher than 3 stars for me. Such was the case here.
But please don’t let this deter you from reading the book. It was a great installment in what looks to be a very promising series. While I didn’t love it, I can’t say I hated it. It was a like for me. But I will gladly read the next book in the series. I do enjoy Katee Robert’s writing, but sadly you can’t please everyone, and I do tend to be picky when I don’t like a heroine.
***ARC courtesy of publisher in exchange for an honest review***
INTENSE
I won’t be your Master, but I will be your mentor. If you show me you can behave. Those are my terms. No revisions, no loopholes, no games. If you can’t handle that, collect your stuff, take your fuck-me-now slut attitude, and get out of this office.
And to commemorate my recent descent into early spinsterhood, I had compiled a list of the most obnoxious and annoying songs ever written. Nothing says heartache and the overwhelming urge to disembowel yourself with a butter knife quite like an hour of Celine Dion ballads.
