Love Me Not (Bad Boys Gone Good) by Reese Ryan
Release date: December 30, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance/ Contemporary Romance
Abandoned by a mother who chose drugs over her, Jamie Charles barely got out of her own addiction alive. Now, she pours her pain into her art while pouring drinks at a local bar. To Jamie, love is a four-letter word—until she meets Miles, a charming ad exec with piercing blue eyes who makes no secret about his desire for her.
Miles Copeland has family demons of his own, but his unhappy upbringing drove him toward hard work and success. He’s determined to win Jamie over, and when he finally does, it’s worth every moment he spent waiting. But when he confesses that he’s falling for her, she panics. Sex is one thing, but love requires more than she can give.
Jamie can’t deny her feelings, but she’s haunted by her past. Miles knows his heart, but Jamie’s lingering doubts have him questioning their future. It might take the threat of losing him forever for her to realize that refusing to let love in is the worst mistake of all.
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How could two people from such different worlds (so to speak) and such different backgrounds be so dangerously wrong for each other, yet so perfectly right? From the moment Miles and Jamie met, I was hoping like I have never hoped before that these two would get together. Reese Ryan has a writing style that will pull you in immediately. She will taunt, tempt, and tease you with her words and just when you think you’re going to get that sweet connection that you have been wanting with each turn of the page, she pulls it all back in such a way that leaves you desperately wanting more.
Miles and Jamie both have secrets. Miles knows Jamie is trouble and he should just walk away, but he can’t seem to, or even want to. He is addicted to her like a drug, completely hooked on her, wanting and needing more and is so determined to break down the walls she has built around herself.
Jamie fights for control. She’s afraid to let her guard down. Protecting her heart and not allowing herself to feel is all she knows. A horrible childhood, an addict of a mother that gave her away, a father that just left, and a secret so ugly that she carries, your heart will break for her and make you hope with all that you have that she gets her happy-ever-after. Definitely a must read!! Give this a try! ~ 4.5 ~ “I don’t want to fix you – I only want to love you” ~ Stars!!
Reese Ryan writes sexy, contemporary fiction filled with colorful characters and sinfully-sweet romance. She secretly enjoys torturing her heroines with family and career drama, reformed bad boys, revealed secrets, and the occasional identity crisis, but always rewards them with a happily ever after.
Born and raised in the Midwest, she now resides in Central North Carolina with her husband and young adult son who tolerate her propensity to sing and dance badly. A self-proclaimed Bohemian Southern Belle, she treads the line carefully between being a Northerner and a damned Yankee–despite her insistence on calling soda pop. Reese gauges her progress by the number of “bless your lil’ hearts” she gets each week. She is currently down to two.
Jamie took a deep breath and sauntered out of the door. Stand on your mark. Take your cue and…smile. “Everything okay?” she asked as she tidied the bar.
“Yes, but I was thinking, maybe I will take that dessert for later. I might get hungry back at the hotel while I’m watching TV.”
“Another Homeland marathon tonight?”
“No, tonight I’m watching…okay, you have to promise not to judge.”
“Why, is tonight the porn marathon?”
“No. I mean, I appreciate a beautiful woman as much as the next guy, but I prefer my women a little more…genuine.”
“Fair enough,” she said. “So what are you watching tonight?”
He took a deep breath. “Dancing with the Stars.”
Jamie laughed so hard the couple at Lisa’s table turned to look at her, and so did Lisa.
“You promised not to judge!” He pointed an accusatory finger at her.
“Actually, I’m pretty sure I didn’t,” she said. “And for the record, I’m not judging. I’m just surprised. There has to be something on that fancy hotel cable of yours.”
“I’m not watching the show for pleasure. Though if I were, I’m man enough to own up to it.” His smile broadened. “My firm has a client who’s interested in some major television spots. I’m doing a little reconnaissance tonight.”
“Sounds dangerous.” She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a husky whisper. “You gonna be alright over there all by yourself with your crème brulee and Carrie Ann Inaba?”
“A-ha! You do watch the show. Admit it!”
“I do not. I watch Castle on Monday nights and I usually end up catching the end of Dancing with the Stars.” She shrugged. “I remember things. I can’t help it.”
“Castle, huh? Great show. I watch it, too. In fact, I just happen to be planning this crazy Castle watch party at my place next week—”
“You’re hosting a Castle watch party in your hotel room? Even though it’s not the season opener or the season finale. You’re just having a random, let’s watch Castle get-together, huh?”
“I’m a wild and crazy guy. What can I say?”
Jamie wondered if he had a switch that turned up the intensity of those eyes because dammit if they weren’t particularly hypnotic at the moment. She could barely tear her gaze away from them. “You are indeed.”
“I noticed that you don’t work on Mondays, and I thought, since you like Castle and I like Castle…why don’t we just watch it together?”
Dammit. He’d done it. He’d ruined everything by asking her out, even if it was about the lamest date request she’d had since high school. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Before you turn me down, it’s a pretty sweet deal. I’ll supply the food and the drinks and I’d wait on you. All you’d have to do is just show up.”
Jamie watched his face, his eyes full of hope. Normally she had no problem turning down patrons’ romantic offers. But there was something about Miles Copeland that made it far more difficult. She pressed her lips into a cordial smile. “I’m sorry, Miles, but…”
“C’mon, Jamie. It’ll be fun. I promise.” He was adorable, despite the disappointment lingering behind his eyes.
Just say it. Tell him why you can’t. She opened her mouth, intending to explain Tahlia’s rule to him, but she clamped her mouth shut, her heart pounding. The words seemed so final. She’d be officially pronouncing the end of their little game, and she wasn’t ready to do that. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. Thank you for the offer, though.” She bit her lip and glanced away. “So, that dessert you wanted. How about the crème brulee? It’s my favorite.”