Despite the cockiness of the male protagonist of the story, I liked Hunter right away. He was unapologetic, ‘in your face’, and (seemingly) totally without a verbal filter. On the other hand, it took me a while to warm up to Nat, the story’s sexy, but not-so-confident, main female character. Just a tip to readers who may be annoyed with Nat’s ‘I’ll never trust a handsome, charming man again’ shtick - give it a little time, Nat will win you over! I instantly fell in love with Izzy, though I expected her to be a brat (given her circumstances, she deserved to be a brat); she was a very lovable brat.
As I read the initial part of the story, I thought this story was another light, yet enjoyable rom-com/enemies-to-lovers sort of book. I was pleasantly surprised to see the story went a lot deeper than that, both in plot line(s) and in character development. When you read a book, you expect the main characters to be well-developed by the author, but you don’t always get the same level of detail with the supporting characters. All the characters in this book remind the reader of someone they know or someone they have met which definitely enhanced my reading experience.
The author covered some difficult topics (from an untrustworthy, self-centered ex-husband to a chronic debilitating illness) and still managed to keep this story from getting ‘too dark’.
I am one of those impatient readers who can get annoyed at a slow-burn romance, but I remained enthralled throughout the whole book. Great Happily Ever After, despite some very profound obstacles for the couple to face and finally overcome.
No Strings Attached meets Me Before You in Something Borrowed, Something You, a slow-burn, swoony romance from #1 New York Times bestseller Vi Keeland.
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
He suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I flew home leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.
I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. This time, he demanded a real phone number. So I left him with my mother’s. She could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage
But the following week he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? It was just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
Formerly published in a different form under the title Sex, Not Love in 2017.
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