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There are so many things I could say about this book, but one of the things that makes me giggle is how many reviews say Tate is "spicy".

It's so true though!

The youngest of the Brewer boys is HOT, super (super) steamy, loyal—and when this man decides he know what he wants, HE KNOWS WHAT HE WANTS.

"I think I just met my wife today." - Tate Brewer

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What can you expect from this book?

🔄 reverse age gap

💼 workplace romance

🛏️ one night stand

🐕 golden retriever vibes

🫣 mistaken identity

🌶️ spice

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I'm already living for the graphics from readers! Squeeeeeee!

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“Hello?” I ask, sweeping my possessions into my arms without making eye contact at the couple waiting to board.

“Why do you sound … rushed?” Jamie asks.

“Because I am.” I tuck my chin and step into the hallway. “This is not a good time. Can I call you back?”

“No. Now I’m curious. What are you doing?”

I fake a smile at one of the ladies at the front desk as I scurry past to my bank of elevators.

“You probably won’t believe me even if I tell you,” I say.

“Try me.”

I sigh, hitting the up arrow to go to my room. Thankfully, it’s too early for much traffic because the elevator is waiting and empty.

“Are you still there?” she asks.

Once the doors close, I sag against the wall. “I did what you suggested.”

I drop the line in the air, the weight of it similar to a dumbbell dropped from a bridge into the sea. I can almost hear my admission sinking into Jamie’s brain.

“You had a—”

“Yes. I met him on the plane,” I say, talking fast. “He was young, insanely hot, and charmed my dress right off me.”

“Holy shit, Ror.”

If you only knew. “I can’t get into it right now. I’m almost late for my conference because not only did I get fucked until about four o’clock this morning, I fell asleep in his room, and now I’m doing a walk of shame through the hotel with no bra or panties, trying to get to my room so I can get cleaned up, dressed, and down to the conference room before I miss the keynote speech.” I suck in a hasty breath. “And I stole his pie.”

“Is that a euphemism?”

“A what?” I make a face. “No. I actually stole an entire blueberry pie. I did leave him a piece for breakfast, but that isn’t the point. Don’t get hung up on that.”

“I am so proud of you,” she says, laughing.

“This is not good, Jamie! I just had the best sex of my life, and I gave the guy a fake name,” I say, lowering my voice as I step off onto my floor.

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