Synopsis
Bradley Fitch has it all. A suave job, a gigantic trust fund, and an accent that makes panties drop faster than the speed of light. His new life in New York City is fast-paced and furious, but it's nothing a little getaway can't cure.
What says party and unwind like Las Vegas? Nothing. Plus, whatever happens there has to stay there.
When his best friend bails, he finds himself sitting on the plane next to his best friend's sister.
She’s off-limits—proverbial caution tape wrapped around her body. Of course, she’s also totally ball busting gorgeous.
Lexi Quinn fell in love with Bradley at eight years old and then vowed to kill him at eight and a half. What was supposed to be a romantic week away is turning into a nightmare. Her ex is actually married, her luggage is lost, and her reservation is cancelled. And she's sitting next to the man she swore to hate forever
One week. No strings attached. What is the worst that could happen?
It's all fun and games till this British bad boy gives new meaning to BBC and becomes a little bit too cheeky.
Review
Bradley is on his way to Vegas, solo after his friend bailed on him. Lexi is also on her way to Vegas after deciding to still go, even though her boyfriend is now her ex and I love that for her.
Everything that could go wrong for her did go wrong and if that was me I'd be in melt-down city too, but luckily Bradley is there to save the day. Her brothers best friend... and that is where mine and Lexi's lives go on 2 separate paths.
So when in Rome... or Vegas, the golden rule applies. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. And harmless fun between 2 old friends is bound to happen.. right? right!
But along the way the lines blur between fun and forever.
Now this was a free book and we all love a freebie and Natasha Madison has quickly become my latest author girl crush!
HOWEVER!
And this is personal being a Brit! Why do authors assume that British women "Love" Never in my life have I heard that and if I have its when they're being knobs. "You said you didn't want anything from the shops! LOVE" or am I too Derbyshire and know it would be "You said you didn't want anything from the shops! Duck"....
Who am I kidding they'd simply say... "You said you didn't want nowt from the shop, ya fucking Dick head!"...
Hmm. yes. that's British! insulting words - terms of endearment. Inanimate objects, insults.
But other than that I really loved the book!
When Wall Street Journal and USA Today Best Selling Author's nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...
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