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"Wrong for each other" never felt more right
Even a lifelong traveler like Harper Summerville has to admire the scenery in Razor Bay, Washington. There's the mountains. The evergreens. The water. And Max Bradshaw, the incredibly sexy deputy sheriff. Still, Harper's here only for the summer, working covertly for her family's foundation. And getting involved with this rugged, intense former marine would be a definite conflict of ...
"Wrong for each other" never felt more right
Even a lifelong traveler like Harper Summerville has to admire the scenery in Razor Bay, Washington. There's the mountains. The evergreens. The water. And Max Bradshaw, the incredibly sexy deputy sheriff. Still, Harper's here only for the summer, working covertly for her family's foundation. And getting involved with this rugged, intense former marine would be a definite conflict of interest—professionally and personally.
Max's scarred childhood left him determined to put down roots in Razor Bay, yet one look at Harper—a woman who happily lives out of a suitcase—leaves him speechless with desire for things he's never had. He might not be big on talking, but Max's toe-curling kisses are getting the message across loud and clear. Harper belongs here, with him, because things are only beginning to heat up .
-Publishers Weekly on That Thing Called Love
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--New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips
"A smart, arousing, spirited escapade that is graced with a gentle mystery, a vulnerable, resilient heroine, and a worthy, wounded hero and served up with empathy and a humorous flair."
-Library Journal on Burning Up
"A sexy feel-good contemporary romance...a winner."
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Oh, my God. Is he coming here?
Before Harper Summerville glanced out her front window to see Max Bradshaw striding up the sun-dappled trail between the evergreens on the inn grounds, she'd been enjoying her day off. It was fun puttering around the little playhouse-size one-room-plus-loft cottage that was part of her employee compensation as the summer activities coordinator for The Brothers Inn. She loved, loved, loved the glimpses she could catch from up here of the fjord that was Hood Canal and the soaring Olympic mountains beyond it. The spectacular scenery was what brought people to the little resort town of Razor Bay, Washington.
Seeing a huge, unsmiling man bearing down on her, however, made that enjoyment falter. And her heartbeat inexplicably pick up its pace.
He looked different than he had during their previous two brief meetings. Plus, the first time she'd seen him, as well as on the handful of occasions when she'd glimpsed him around town, he'd been wearing his deputy sheriff's uniform. But there was just no mistaking a guy that big, that hard-looking, that intense and contained for anyone else.
She blinked as he suddenly left the path and disappeared from view, then shook her head at herself. Oh, good show, Harper. Conceited much? Because, despite her cottage being the only one up here before the trail wound into the woods, it apparently hadn't been Bradshaw's destination. Breathing a sigh of relief—right?—she plugged in her earbuds and turned back to the couple of boxes she'd put off unpacking.
Within moments, she'd revived her earlier enjoyment. She loved seeing new places, loved meeting new people and diving into a new job that was never quite like any other. Since she'd structured her life to do exactly that, she was generally a happy woman.
Harper sang along with Maroon 5 as they played through her earbuds. As she efficiently unpacked the boxes of odds and ends her mother had insisted on sending her, she swiveled her hips and bopped in time to the music.
Thoughts of her mother's hopes and expectations for her, however, elicited a sigh in the midst of crooning along with Adam Levine. Gina Summerville-Hardin refused to believe that Harper could live very contentedly without a permanent base or a host of belongings, since making a home had been her way of coping with the constant moving from place to place that had been part and parcel of her husband's work. Neither Gina nor Harper's brother, Kai, had loved the adventure of seeing new countries and meeting new people the way Harper and her dad had.
Still, Harper had to admit that she adored the throw pillows and candles her mom had sent. They added a homey touch to her minuscule cabin. Admitting as much certainly didn't take away from how she chose to live and honor her dad's memory.
All the same, when the song ran its course, she thumbed through her playlist and pulled up her father's onetime theme song.
"'Papa was a rolling stone,'" she sang along with The Temptations as she focused on finding a place to put the other items her mother had sent, given that storage space was at a premium. "'Wherever he—'"
Something warm brushed her elbow. Her heart climbing her throat like a monkey riding a rocket, she jerked her chin downward. She stared at the rawboned, big-knuckled masculine hand touching her.
And screamed the house down.
"Shit!" Max Bradshaw's voice exclaimed as she ripped the earbuds from her ears and whirled to face him.
He was in the midst of taking a long-legged step away from her. His big hands were up, palms out, as if she had a howitzer aimed at his heart.
"Ms. Summerville—Harper—I'm sorry," he said in a low, rough voice. "I knocked several times and I heard you singing, so I knew you were here. But I shouldn't have let myself in." Slowly lowering his hands, he stuffed them into his shorts pockets and his massive shoulders hunched up. "I sure didn't mean to scare the sh—that is, stuffing out of you."
Even through the embarrassment of knowing he'd seen her shaking her butt and singing off-key, it struck her that these were probably the most words she'd ever heard him string together at one time in her presence. Drawing in a deep breath and dropping the hands she'd clasped to her heart like an overwrought silent film heroine confronted by the mustache-twirling villain, she pulled herself together. "Yes, well, intention or not, Deputy Bradshaw—"
"Max," he interjected.
"Max," she agreed, wishing she'd simply said that in the first place. After all, not only had they been introduced on the day she'd interviewed for her job at the inn but they'd attended the same barbecue just a couple weeks ago. "As I was saying—"
Her already open front door banged against the living room wall, and they both whirled to stare at the man barreling through it. From the corner of her eye, Harper saw Max reach for his right hip, where his gun no doubt usually resided.
The stranger's forward momentum carried him across the threshold and into the small room, the screen door slapping closed behind him. As he left the glare of sunlight flooding the porch, he coalesced into a tall, gangly man in his mid-thirties.
Then he was blocked from view as Max stepped in front of her. She leaned to peer around him.
"Are you okay, miss?" the man demanded, glancing about wildly. She assumed his eyes had adjusted to the dimmer interior lighting, for it was obvious from the way they suddenly widened that he'd gotten his first good look at Max. His prominent Adam's apple rode the column of his throat as he swallowed audibly.
For good reason. Max was six-four if he was an inch and probably weighed in the vicinity of two-twenty.
Every ounce of it solid muscle.
But Harper had to give the resort guest credit. He was clearly outmatched, yet while he looked as though he'd give a bundle to go back out the way he'd come in, he instead moved closer and ordered firmly, "Step away from her, sir."
"Oh, for God sake," she heard Max mutter, and hysterical laughter bubbled up Harper's throat. She swallowed it down as she watched Max do as directed.
Then she looked at the resort guest. "I'm okay," she said soothingly. "It's really not what you must think." She ran him through her mental database. "You're Mr. Wells, right? I believe your wife is in my sunset yoga class."
"Sean Wells," he agreed, shedding some of the tension that caused him to all but vibrate.
"This is Deputy Bradshaw," she said. "I screamed because I had my earbuds in and he startled me."
Sean relaxed a bit more, but he shot Max a skeptical look as he took in the bigger man's khaki cargo shorts, black muscle shirt and the tribal tattoos that swirled down his right upper arm from the muscular ball of his shoulder to the bottom of his hard biceps. "You don't look like a deputy."
The dark-eyed gaze Max fixed on him froze the other man in place. "It's my day off," he said with "Just the facts, ma'am" directness.
Harper had no idea why she found that so damn titillating.
"I just came by to ask Ms. Summerville to dinner," he added, and shock whipped her head around.
She gaped at him. "You did?" Crap. Was that her voice cracking on the last word? She hardly ever lost her poise. But in her own defense, during their previous encounters she'd gotten the impression Max viewed her as a mental lightweight. She would have sworn, too, that she hadn't even registered on his Attraction-O-Meter.
"Yes." Dull color climbed his angular face. "That is, Jake sent me. Jenny's having a dinner party tonight and wants you to come." Glancing away, he leveled an are-you-still-here look on Sean Wells.
The man immediately mumbled an excuse and melted out the door.
"Thank you," Harper called after him, then quirked an eyebrow when the deputy turned back to her. "You sure know how to clear a room."
"Yeah." The shoulder with the tattoo lifted and dropped. "It's a talent of mine." He gave her a level look. "So, what do you want me to tell Jenny? You in or you out for tonight?"
"I'm in. What should I bring?"
"You're asking me? I'm the guy who usually shows up with a six-pack of beer."
She grinned at him. "I'll call Jenny."
He didn't smile back—yet something in his expression lightened, which might have been his version of one. Hard to tell, since his deep voice contained its usual crispness when he said, "Good idea. I'll leave it to you to let her know you're coming, then. So." He gave her the terse nod she remembered from their earlier encounters. "Sorry about scaring you. I guess I'll see you tonight." He turned for the door.
"I guess you will," she murmured to his already retreating back. She trailed in his wake as far as the screen door and watched through it as he strode down the path. She didn't turn away until he disappeared around a bend.
Wow. Nothing, not even the photograph she'd seen of him in the dossier the Sunday's Child's investigator had sent her, could adequately describe the sheer impact of the man in the flesh.
Then a small smile curved up the corners of her lips, and she shook her head. "At least this time he didn't call me ma'am."
Max banged through the door to the upstairs room that his half brother, Jake, used as a workspace. Striding right up to the long desk where Jake sat, he stopped, slapped his hands down on its surface and leaned his weight on them. "She said yes. She'll come." He sternly ignored the way his heart rate continued to rev from those brief moments spent with Harper. "I still don't know why the hell you couldn't just invite her yourself—it's your fiancée's party."
"Like I told you, bro." Jake dragged his attention away from the computer monitor he'd been studying. "I've been home four lousy days, and they've got me on one of the tightest deadlines of my life."
"What's their big rush?" he demanded, all jazzed up and more than willing to take it out on his younger half brother. God knew that had been their mutual M.O. up until a few months ago. "Hell, you only lasted ten days of the three weeks you were supposed to be gone before you turned around and came home again. Shouldn't they have all kinds of extra time?" Pushing back, he folded his arms over his chest and gave Jake an assessing gaze. "For a guy who was in such a red-hot rush to get out of Razor Bay, you sure seem to have developed a taste for it."
"Yeah." Jake smiled. "You can blame Jenny and Austin for that."
"No fooling." Max's half brother had come back this spring to claim his newly orphaned, then-thirteen-year-old son Austin, whom he'd walked away from when he was just a teenager himself. His plan to haul the kid back to New York with him had hit the skids when he'd instead fallen head over heels in love not only with Austin but with the Inn's manager, Jenny Salazar, who had been a sister to his son in everything but blood.
Thinking about their relationship set off the "something's not adding up" instincts Max never ignored. "Why do you think Jenny decided on a dinner party when she knows your deadline?"
"Beats the hell outta me."
He found that hard to believe and simply fixed Jake in his best cop gaze.
And was tickled to see his half brother squirm.
"Okay," Jake said, giving the monitor a concentrated attention Max found suspicious, considering how rapidly he opened and closed the photo thumbnails, "I may not have stressed to her how short my deadline is."
"Seriously? Didn't stress or didn't mention it at all?"
"I might have forgotten to mention it." Jake essayed a negligent shrug, then gave up pretending to work. "Hey, if Jenny wants a party, then a party she gets." His smile was so fatuous Max was embarrassed for him.
"Okay. But getting back to your cut-short trip, what's National Explorer's hurry?"
"Unlike you, they never really expected it to take me the entire three weeks to do the job. And it was always understood I'd turn in the preliminary shots for them to choose from within a week of my return."
"So what you're saying is it isn't really the tightest deadline of your life."
Jake frowned up at him. "What the hell, Max—you gonna break out the hose and bright lights next?"
"Hey, I'm just trying to get things to add up. Like, if you knew that seven-day deadline thing going in, why aren't you further along?"
"Uh, I might have spent most of it getting it on with Jenny."
"Jesus, do not tell me stuff like that!" Max involuntarily shuddered. "It makes me wanna scrub my brain with industrial-strength bleach to get the image out of my head." Until his half brother had come to town, he'd never once thought of Jenny as a sexual being.
Jake snorted. "Please. You're just jealous because you've got no women to roll around with."
Max's mind immediately went to the woman in the little cabin nestled just this side of the woods in the back acre of the resort. Harper. Of the beautiful creamy light brown skin. Of those big olive-green eyes and dark spiral curls. That smoky voice. He'd give his left nut to roll around—
With a rough, impatient jerk of his head to shake her image out of it, he said, "Hey, I could get a woman just. .like that!" He snapped his fingers under Jake's nose. Except he wasn't interested in any of the ones he could get. He was fascinated by Harper Summerville, and had been since he'd first clapped eyes on her when she'd shown up at Team Photo Day with Jenny.
He scowled at his half brother. "Next time find somebody else to run your errands. You're a dad, for God's sake. Why didn't you just order your kid to do it?"
"Would've if I could've, bro, but it's summer, he's fourteen and he's off in his boat somewhere with Nolan and Bailey, and bound to be gone all day. Besides—" Jake shot him a sideways glance "—didn't I carve some precious time outta my schedule to make coffee for you?"
"Hey, I showed you my work. Shared the genius of my very efficiently taken-in-ten-days photographs with you. I don't do that for just anyone, you know."
"And it was real special." He deliberately made his tone sardonic, but the truth was, getting to see his half brother's talent in a behind-the-scenes way well, it really had been a treat. It wasn't every day a guy got to see hundreds of freshly downloaded photos taken in various locations throughout Africa by a well-known National Explorer magazine photographer.
He walked over to the open window of The Sand Dollar, the luxury cabin Jake had been renting on The Brothers Inn grounds since he'd come to town, and faked an interest in the eagle flying through the compound with a seagull and several crows hot on its tail. Watched as the summer breeze sent the heavy boughs to swaying in the evergreens that dotted the grounds.
Then he shoved his hands deep into his pockets and looked over his shoulder at his half brother.
Posted August 2, 2013
Some Like it Hot is the second book in the Razor Bay series. I like this series. Their are a couple of love scenes towards the end that I skipped over. A little swearing. characters that I liked. Some humor and mostly dealings with relationships between half brothers, new couple and girl friends and the community.
Max Bradshaw is a deputy in Razor Bay. He has just started the last few months getting to know his half brother Jake as a brother instead of old habits in their youth. His mom still thinks of him as the one who took his father away.
Max does a lot of volunteer work at Cedar Village a group home for troubled boys. He is trying to get support for the fundraiser pancake breakfast.
Harper Summerville is in Razor bay for some working at the resort. She takes the opportunity to help out at the breakfast and after give him some fundraiser tips, she also volunteers to help out at the ranch. Harper is glad to have a in at Cedar Village. She is hiding her past and full name to see how Cedar Village is run and if they are a good charity for her family's charity to support.
Harper has spent her whole moving from one place to another place. Her mother and brother are glad to stop moving. Harper likes her life. But she is enjoying making friends in Razor Bay and getting close to Max. She fits into Razor bay.
Max and Jake get a surprise guest and learns some interesting information.
It is nice to see the different relationships grow and become stronger to see everyone change for the better.
Fast easy book to relax with. Makes me want to go play in the water and have a bonfire. Just have fun with friends. I look forward to reading the next book in the series. I have a good guess who it will be about.
I was given this book to read and asked to give honest review of it by Netgalley, and Harlequin.
Pub Date Jul 30 2013 Harlequin HQN 336 pages ISBN: 9780373777761
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Posted September 11, 2013
Some Like It hot by Susan Andersen is a fun and sexy read from page one.
Harper Summerville enjoys her work for her family’s charity foundation. Sunday’s child seeks out worth charities and helps them to do more for the children they serve. Instead of just writing out a check and be done, Harper is in Razor Bay to check out Cedar Village, but the residence think she is just in town to work for the summer at the local inn. Harper should not even be thinking about the hunky Deputy Sheriff Max Bradshaw.
Max Bradshaw is thriving as the town sheriff. After his rough childhood he was determined to make a life for himself and he has in Razor Bay. Max is the strong silent type but the new summer activity coordinator at the inn has him feeling things that he has never felt before.
Max and Harper after circling each other give into their explosive chemistry. Harper fits right in with the kids at Cedar Village and with Max’s family and friends. But will Max be able to forgive Harper when he finds out the real reason she is in Razor Bay.
Some Like It Hot is an all out delight. It’s emotional and sizzling, as well as fun. Max and Harper’s chemistry just snaps and sizzles on any page they are together. This is the second book in the Razor Bay series and I personally can’t wait to read the next story.
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## This book was just OK for me. I enjoyed the heroine immensely, however couldn't scrounge up any fondness for the hero. Twice when something didn't go his way he stormed out on the heroine in a huff instead of talking, and twice he went to a bar ending up with petite blondes thinking about taking them home for sex. Granted, he didn't, but the inclination was there. Also, he seemed really moody which is a big turn off for me. Anyway, ok but I won't be reading again.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Soul walks in. The olive-skinned albino smiled, showing shark teeth. His left arm turned into a scythe blade. It was red, with a vertical jagged striped in the middle.
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I have read Susan Andersen since she started writing and she never disappoints. Her latest book, Some Like It Hot, is the second one in her Razor Bay series. This book tells the story of Harper and Max a couple who are definitely looking for different things in life. Harper grew up in a world traveling family and cannot imagine putting roots down in one place. Her desire to be a rolling stone has put her at odds with her mother and brother who prefer a more grounded life after years of moving for Harper’s late father’s career. Harper has come to Razor Bay to evaluate a non-profit for troubled boys that has applied for a grant to the foundation her family administers. As part of the foundation guidelines, no-one in town knows who Harper really is.
Max has grown up in Razor Bay and his childhood was not a happy one. His father dumped Max and his mother for wife number two and proceeded to create a new family as if the first one never existed. Max has worked hard to connect with his half-brother Jake after years of animosity. Max’s mother still harbors bitter resentment of Jake and her ex-husband. Max is looking for the white picket fence life that he never had as a child. He finds himself hotly attracted to Harper and turns into a big brick of stiff when he is around her.
I really loved how both of these characters were so secure in their jobs but so insecure about their worthiness to be with the other person. When they finally melt the ice and hook up it is pretty sizzling but also really sweet and funny. Their interactions are so realistic on many levels with each other and with the other characters in the book. The growing relationship between Max and Jake continues from the previous book and is heartwarming but not soppy. Ms. Andersen has done a great job of integrating the fact that Harper is bi-racial into the story in a way that doesn’t hit you over the head with it but acknowledges it subtle ways throughout the book. There is miscommunication and mistrust on both sides of Max and Harper’s love affair but it is dealt with and as one expects it all ends well. The signs are all there for a romance for Tasha with a late coming new character and I 'm excited to read all about it!
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