Falling head-first into the wrong woman’s bed was not how Reed Bishop’s night was supposed to go. Now a gorgeous, half-naked ballet dancer was threatening his manhood…with a book. He can’t blame her.
It wasn’t how it seemed—he was just doing his job, tracking down his lead informant, who, unfortunately, took off, leaving him to figure out what to do with her friend. Staying in her apartment was no longer safe.
And that’s how he got himself into this mess.
Now she’s sleeping in his bed while he tosses and turns on the couch.
There are pink tights in his bathroom.
Pointe shoes next to his boots.
He swears he won’t touch her like that…but he can’t ignore his fantasies.
As a tattooed, muscled DEA Agent, Reed’s seen some things. Drug dealers, murderers…He can’t let Talia get close. Even though she’s made it clear they’re both fighting the same hunger. And he definitely can’t use his handcuffs on her…no matter how much she begs.
Wrong Bed, Right Girl is a fun, steamy read. The chemistry between Talia and Reed is off the charts, and almost lets you forget that the reason why they’re “forced” to share a teeny, tiny apartment is…well, kind of forced. It’s hard to argue with the results here, though, which is a forced proximity romance that is at turns sweet and smoking between two characters who it would be next to impossible not to root for. (And I was not Talia’s number one fan in the first book, so that’s saying something!)
You really don’t have to have read the first book ( Wrong Bed, Right Roommate ) to enjoy this one–the bits you do need to know (why Talia needs a place to stay) are explained straight off; beyond that Jessie and Shawn play small roles here as BFF and brother, and you’re fine not knowing their backstory when it comes to enjoying this one.
That said, Ms. Brooks has been teasing us for two books now with Rose’s mysterious fiance/boyfriend/possible (probable!) bad idea–please tell me we’re getting her story next?!?!
Rating: 4 stars / B+
I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment filled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than write about them.
She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.
She likes outdoorsy guys with both muscle and heart and independent women ready to try something new.