Publisher: Harlequin Dare
Date of publication: July 2018
Series: Make Me
Page Count: 144 pages
Format: Digital
ASIN: B0779DL61K
Can their hunger be satisfied?
Roman Bassani will do anything to close a deal. Even chase down Allie Landers on her Caribbean vacation to make an offer on her company. He expects a challenge—but not their immediate intense attraction. After an accidental one-night stand they agree to put business aside—for now. The island lulls them into a heated sexual journey…but what happens to their opposing interests when they return from paradise?
My thoughts:
Make Me Crave is the second book in the Make Me series. I didn't read the first one, but this one held up well as a stand alone. There were references to events that happened in the first book involving Roman, but they didn't seem important to this book. This is Roman and Allie's story.
For the most part, I enjoyed the book. If you blush easily, you may want to read this alone. The loves scenes are pretty steamy! I did like both Roman and Allie and they had great chemistry together. Allie was a strong female lead and I admired her for not compromising her principles. Roman was good for her as she was able to figure out that sometimes asking for help is OK. I did have a little bit of a problem with the quick I Love Yous. I would have like to see more of them together off the island. A week in paradise isn't enough for me to buy it. But then, I always want short romances to be longer. I do recommend this one. After reading it, I now want a private island vacation!
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Make Me Crave Excerpt
Copyright © 2018 Katee Robert
Tomorrow would be soon enough for them to
go exploring and try out the stand-up paddleboards Allie had eyed when she’d
checked out the beach.
Her face heated at the fact she’d been
caught topless sunbathing. Whoever that guy was, he’d been far off enough that
she couldn’t clearly see his face. Those shoulders, though… Allie shivered.
Even at a distance, she’d seen the cut of his muscles and how purposefully he’d
maneuvered the kayak through the turquoise waters. The island must have already
gone to her head, because she’d spent a truly insane moment hoping he’d come to
shore so she could get a better look at him.
Maybe more than a better look.
Allie laughed at her fanciful thoughts.
Vacation hookups were all well and good, but if that was what she’d wanted, she’d
chosen the wrong place to go. Isolation and relaxation were the name of the
game on West Island, which was exactly what she’d craved when she let Becka
talk her into booking the trip. It was the exact opposite of New York and her
life there.
But now she found herself wondering if
maybe something slightly more chaotic would have been
a better choice. The sun and sea had soaked into her blood and the heady
feeling had her convinced anything was possible. It was only a week. The
perfect length of time for a fling…
If she wasn’t on a private island in the
middle of the ocean without a single man in sight.
She bypassed the little golf cart that was
one of the main forms of transportation here. It felt good to walk after being
cooped up on the plane and then lying prone while she sunned herself. She
usually taught at least one class a day at Transcend—more if she needed to cover
someone else’s schedule—so being inactive wasn’t natural for her. It was only a
mile or two to the restaurant and the day had started to cool as the sun
reached for the horizon. It’d be downright pleasant tonight.
She’d make sure to wake early and attend
one of the yoga classes offered, and the rest of the day would be filled with
activities that would keep restlessness from setting in. There was even scuba
diving available, though Allie wasn’t sure she was feeling that
adventurous. Snorkeling? Sure. Going deeper with only a tank and a few tubes
between her and drowning? That would take a whole lot more convincing.
The path was cleared and well maintained
to allow the carts to drive without problems, so she let her mind wander as she
fell into a natural stride that ate up the distance without tiring her out.
Every once in a while, the path would branch off in different directions, some
heading toward other villas, some heading deeper inland. There was a small
selection of hiking trails that offered tours of the history of the island.
She made it to the restaurant easily, and
found it practically deserted. Allie paused in the doorway, wondering if she’d
misunderstood the woman who’d checked them in. Maybe it was closed?
“Looks like it’s just you and me.”
She jumped and spun around. The man stood
a respectable distance away, but his sheer size ate up the space and made her
feel closed in. She froze. I’d recognize those shoulders anywhere.
Confirming her suspicion, his gaze slid over her body as if he was reminding
himself of what she looked like with nothing but what she’d worn on the beach.
She tried to swallow past her suddenly dry throat. “You.”
“Me.” He finally looked her in the face,
and she rocked back on her heels. The man was an Adonis. There was no other way
to describe his blond perfection, from his hazel eyes to the square jaw to the
cleft in his chin to the body that just wouldn’t quit. He might be wearing a
shirt now, but the button-down did nothing to hide his muscle definition.
He held out a wide hand with equally
perfect square fingers. “Let me buy you a drink?”
“We’re at an all-inclusive resort.”
His lips twitched, eyes twinkling. “Have a
drink with me.”
Oh, he was good. Charm practically colored
the air between them, and she had the inexplicable impulse to close the
distance and stroke a finger along his jawline. To flick that cleft chin with
her tongue.
Allie gave herself a shake. “Since we’re
the only ones here, it’d be silly to sit apart.”
The look he gave her said he saw right through
the excuse, and why not when it was pathetically flimsy? The truth was that
this man was magnetic and she suspected she’d be drawn to him even in a room
full of people. He waved a hand at the empty place. “Lady’s choice.”
“How magnanimous of you.”
“I try.”
She laughed and headed for the table in
the middle of the small patio. There were half a dozen tables, and she picked a
spot that put her back to the building and presented the best view of the ocean
through a carefully curated gap in the foliage.
He eyed the view and then the chair on the
other side of the table, and then he picked it up and set it adjacent to hers
so they were sitting on a diagonal,
rather than directly across from each other. “Nice view.”
She turned to agree—and found him staring at
her.
Allie wasn’t falsely modest. Life was too
short to play games with body shaming and pretending she didn’t have access to
a mirror. She was pretty—beautiful when she put some effort into it—but she’d given
up being skinny or petite after the agony of high school, and she wasn’t
athletically built like some of the women at her gym. Sure, she had muscle
beneath her softness, and she could keep up with the best of them in her spin
classes, but she loved food just as much as she loved to sweat, and her curves
reflected that. Some guys had a problem with that, though she didn’t keep them
around as soon as comments like “Should you really be eating that?” started.
This guy looked at her like he wanted to
put her on the table and feast on her for dinner.
The desire stoked the flame inside her
that had kindled the second she saw him. She leaned forward, checking his left
hand. No ring. No tan lines, either. “What brings you to West Island?”
“It’s paradise, isn’t it? Who wouldn’t
want to come here to get away from it all?”
That wasn’t quite an answer, but she was
distracted by the intoxicating way his mouth moved when he spoke. Get ahold of
yourself, Allie. You’re in danger
of panting for him. She took a quick drink of water that
did nothing to quell the heat rising with each minute she sat next to him.
Luckily, a waiter appeared to save her
from saying something truly embarrassing. He outlined the menu for the night
and took their drink orders, then disappeared as quickly as he’d come.
They were in the middle of one of the most
beautiful places Allie had ever seen, and she couldn’t manage to tear her gaze
away from this stranger. She licked her lips, every muscle in her body tensing
when he followed the movement. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak,
he took her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles.
The touch was innocent enough, but she
felt that light movement in places that were most definitely not
innocent. She didn’t have to look down to know her nipples now pressed against
the thin fabric of her sundress.
His smile was slow and sinful and promised
things she never would have had the gall to ask for. “This is going to sound
unforgivably forward, but what do you say we get out of here and go back to my
villa?”
It was crazy. More than crazy. She didn’t
even know his name, and she sure as hell didn’t know anything more pertinent
about him.
But there on the softly lit patio with the
tropical scent of some flower she didn’t recognize and the soft shushing sound
of the tide coming in, she didn’t feel like Allie, gym owner and mother hen, the
responsible one who could never afford to do anything out of line or make a
misstep because too many lives depended on her.
Here, she was just Allie, a woman. A woman
who desperately wanted the man staring at her mouth as if he was doing
everything in his power to keep from kissing her right then and there. She
licked her lips again, secretly delighting in the way a muscle in his jaw
jumped. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, let’s get out of here.”
About
Katee Robert
New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Katee
Robert learned to tell her stories at her grandpa’s knee. Her 2015 title, The
Marriage Contract, was a RITA finalist, and RT Book Reviews named it 'a
compulsively readable book with just the right amount of suspense and
tension." When not writing sexy contemporary and romantic suspense,
she spends her time playing imaginary games with her children, driving her
husband batty with what-if questions, and planning for the inevitable zombie
apocalypse.
