He picks me up easily, one arm lifting me and pressing me against him at the same time, the feel of his hand under my ass, the hard muscle against my side thrilling. He’s completely in control and I’ve never been more aroused. Never felt less inhibited. All I want to do is touch him. Kiss him. Connect and be connected, Hamish’s tongue finding new ways to explore me, his arms encircling my back, fingers at the nape of my neck, stroking the soft skin there as he kisses me. Until I am just movement, touch, caress. “Ye taste so good,” he whispers against my mouth as we come up for air. My body is suspended by his sheer strength, as if I’m nothing yet everything to him.Read More
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This is a book about soccer – as it is called in USA – or football to Europeans. And yes, it is a pun on the game! And a Matchmaking site too.
The team in question is called The Sharks, and they are a mid-level team in the various hierarchies of soccer. There are national teams, professional leagues, and amateur leagues in soccer,but it is the professional leagues that concern the Sharks.
According to Wikipedia, soccer is the 3rd most watched sport in the USA, and the highest-level men’s professional soccer league in the U.S. is Major League Soccer. MLS began play in 1996 with 10 teams and has grown to 27 teams (24 in the United States and 3 in Canada), with further expansion planned to 30 teams. MLS is currently the largest first division professional soccer league in the world. The MLS season runs from February to November, with the regular-season winner awarded the Supporters’ Shield and the post-season winner awarded the MLS Cup.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soccer_in_the_United_States
So having explained some of the necessary confusions, as it is important to the players in the books, we can now continue with the review.
Overall, this is a light, fun set of stories based around romance and male testosterone. Max is the author of Mr Match the matchmaking system that he has devised using a mathematical formula that is complex, but then he is, as well as being an excellent soccer player, a mathematical genius. He wants people to find the kind of love his parents had and in the cause of this designs a multi-million dollar business.
I have 2 small(ish) issues with the writer. There are mistakes that could have easily been rectified. One is spelling : Swannay is an Orkney Brewery of beer and in Ch 92 it is called Sawannay. And Scottish – which is worse. Orkney is a Viking archipelago. It only became part of Scotland when it was part of a bride’s dowry in the 1400s. The people pride themselves on their Viking ancestry.
And secondly. Skunks! really. In Scotland – absolute no, not even in Ireland either – only escaped pets and I doubt if anyone keeps them as pets…
And one final point. the word ‘feck’ is Irish not Scottish. Scots never say it.
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Hamish McCormick’s tongue is in my mouth. I realize this is a problem half the women on the planet would love to have. He’s a world-famous Scottish soccer–sorry, football to everyone except Americans–player, and my sister is married to his cousin, the billionaire.
Given the fact that Hamish is kissing me in front of my date, though, it’s a little awkward. “Ahem,” said date says, scratching his temple, adjusting his glasses, and using polite, understated throat techniques to get Hamish off me.
Subtlety doesn’t work on Hamish, though. This kiss is anything but subtle. Pretty sure you’d need a crowbar to pry him off me. Or me off him. The distinction between who is kissing whom was lost long ago. I see my date, Davis, out of the corner of my eye, and I’m about to shove this two-hundred-pound sack of hard muscle and overconfident heat off of me and slap him, but sweet merciful deity, I swear Hamish’s lips have some kind of magic potion on them that renders me spellbound. No kiss has ever tasted like this. Except the last kiss from him.
Hamish McCormick needs to keep it in his pants. If he doesn’t, he could lose the biggest deal of his career.
Shopping for a Highlander by @jkentauthor is an enemies-to-lovers, slow burn romance that opens with a surprise kiss and ends with a happily ever after. This sports comedy in the New York Times bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire world contains no actual chickens, but it has plenty of locker room scenes, a fake relationship, very real banter, and more.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 1.5 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 16 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French and German, with more titles releasing soon. From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men’s room toilet (and he isn’t a billionaire). She lives in New England with her husband and three children in a household where the toilet seat is never, ever, down.
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Oh and PS – that Kilt.
It is first recorded in the 16th century as the great kilt, a full-length garment whose upper half could be worn as a cloak. The small kilt or modern kilt emerged in the 18th century, and is essentially the bottom half of the great kilt. Since the 19th century, it has become associated with the wider culture of Scotland, and more broadly with Gaelic or Celtic heritage. It is most often made of woollen cloth in a tartan pattern.
Underwear may or may not be worn, as the wearer prefers, although tradition has it that a “true Scotsman” should wear nothing under his kilt. The Scottish Tartans Authority, however, warns that in some circumstances the practice could be “childish and unhygienic” and flying “in the face of decency”. There is a story in circulation that during the original Afghan Wars / Indian Mutiny or thereabouts in timing, the Scots regiments wore their kilts without. And this impressed the locals due to the cold! And when the Scots showed their bare bums to the opposition they all ran away!
All bets are off when it comes to the heart.
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“How do I look?” I smiled brilliantly, and batted my eyelashes.
“Like you’re ready to knock off his socks and shoes and leave him to walk home on his bare-ass feet,” Grace replied, as only a best friend can.
“I was going for ‘crawling home on hands and knees,’ but it will do,” I joked. Okay, half joked. I wanted him to look at me. Really look at me, like he hadn’t in high school. Maybe it was petty. I was doing well for myself. I worked at National Daily magazine’s headquarters here in Norfolk. I owned the part of my apartment the bank didn’t own, which was approximately a fingertip of space in the bathroom. Maybe the whole toilet. I didn’t need to impress any guy.
Any but this one.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Grace picked up the lipstick tube and slipped it into my bag.
“In case I get tongue-tied?” I asked. “What’s the worst that could happen?” All right, I might march in and declare myself to be the proud owner of a toilet. I’m pretty sure even I wouldn’t be that awkward.
Other books in the series (so far):
Sacked- Chase’s book
Tackled- Bam’s book
Huddled- Ollie’s book
Lizzi Stone is the pen name for two USA Today Bestselling authors who love sports, sexy men, strong women and coffee, lots and lots of coffee! For giveaways, new releases and deals follow Lizzi on Facebook @lizzistoneauthor.
This book is actually the start of a new ‘Shopping’ series. Shopping for a Highlander – kilts optional!
The usual giggles from this madcap family… in fact one scene made me laugh so loud my husband noticed and asked what was I reading? I told him about the powder puff and the turkey and he too thought it was funny. I’ll say no more but you really need to think about what mischief a Bichon Frize could get up to with a turkey.. not to mention a cat.
We’ve had a cat ‘eat’ our turkey once. It was de-frosting in our utility room on a high shelf. But he managed to jump up, drag it down an d then chomp on it! We did eat the turkey – but cut it up – discarding the chomped area ad cooked it in pieces!
So I have some excellent new phrases from this book too – Toddler Tornado and Olympic level wrestling moves on Toddlers..
Yes, a Thanksgiving meal in total mad chaos with our favourite potty mouthed seniors making star appearances and of course a football (soccer for those Americans amongst you) star with well honed athletic muscles and a lovely Scottish accent and dialect added to the mix. His romance will be coming out of the author’s mind very shortly.