Tempting the Best Manby J. Lynn
Tempting the Best Man (A Gamble Brothers Novel) by J. Lynn
Madison Daniels has worshipped her brother's best friend since they were kids. Everyone thinks she and Chase Gamble would make the perfect couple, but there are two major flaws in their logic. 1) Chase has sworn off relationships of any kind, and 2) after blurring the line between friends and lovers/p>
Tempting the Best Man (A Gamble Brothers Novel) by J. Lynn
Madison Daniels has worshipped her brother's best friend since they were kids. Everyone thinks she and Chase Gamble would make the perfect couple, but there are two major flaws in their logic. 1) Chase has sworn off relationships of any kind, and 2) after blurring the line between friends and lovers for one night four years ago, they can't stop bickering. Forced together for her brother's wedding getaway, Chase and Madison decide to call a truce for the happy couple. Except all bets are off when they're forced to shack up in a tacky 70's honeymoon suite and survive a multitude of "accidents" as the family tries to prove their "spark" can be used than for more than fighting. That is, if they don't strangle each other first…
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Tempting the Best Man
A Gamble Brothers Novel
By J. Lynn, Liz Pelletier
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2012 Jennifer L. Armentrout
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The ivory invitation with its elegant calligraphy and lacy embellishments felt more like a humiliation time bomb just waiting to blow up in Madison Daniels's face than a beautiful wedding announcement. Man, did she have a problem.
Mitch, her big brother by three years — her only brother — was actually getting married this weekend. Married.
She was totally happy for him. Thrilled, even. His fiancée, Lissa, was a great gal, and they'd become quick friends. Lissa would never do her brother wrong. A Hallmark movie could be based on the two. Met freshman year at University of Maryland, fell madly in love, got great corporate jobs straight out of college, and the rest was history.
No, Mitch and Lissa weren't the problem.
And a wedding held deep in Northern Virginia's vineyards definitely wasn't the problem.
Not even her semi-lunatic parents, who owned and operated a very profitable online store called DOOMSDAY "R" US and would likely be hawking gas masks to the guests, were the problem. In fact, she'd take an asteroid with "Earth's My Bitch" emblazoned on it and headed her way over this.
Her gaze dropped to the invitation, down to the list of attending bridesmaids and groomsmen, and winced. She blew out a slow breath, stirring the long strands of brown hair that had escaped her messy twist.
Right across from her name, separated by a few innocent dots and written in crimson ink, was the name of the best man: Chase Gamble.
God hates me. That was it. Well, she was the maid of honor, and any of the other Gamble brothers would've been fine as best man. But oh no, it had to be Chase Gamble. He was her older brother's best friend, confidante, homie, whatever — and otherwise known as the bane of Madison's existence.
"Staring at the invitation isn't going to change a damn thing." Bridget Rodgers leaned a plump hip against Madison's desk, drawing her attention. Her assistant was a study in how a fashion disaster on some people could work for others. Today, Bridget wore a fuchsia pencil skirt paired with a purple peasant shirt sporting large polka dots. A black scarf and leather boots completed the look. Mysteriously, she actually looked good in what should have been a clown's costume. Bridget was bold.
Madison sighed. She could use a little bold right now. "I don't think I can deal with this."
"Look, you should've taken my advice and invited Derek from the history department. At least then you'd be having wild monkey sex instead of lusting after your brother's best friend during the whole wedding. A man who's already rejected you once, might I add."
Bridget had a point. She was crafty like that. "What am I going to do?" Madison asked, glancing out the window of her office. All she could see was the steel and cement of the museum next to her building — the Smithsonian, which always made her chest swell with pride. She'd worked hard to become one of the privileged few who got to work for this amazing cultural institution.
Bridget leaned down into Madison's face and caught her attention again. "You're going to put on your big-girl panties and deal with it. You may have a secret, undying love for Chase Gamble, but if he hasn't recognized your awesomeness by now the man is clearly mental and so not worth this angst."
"I know, I know," Madison said. "But he's just so ... infuriating."
"Most men are, sweetie." Bridget winked.
"It's fine he's not interested in me. Disappointing, but I can deal. And I can even forgive him for changing his mind the one time we almost hooked up. Well, sort of." She laughed without much humor and stared at her best friend, willing her to understand. "But he's constantly poking at me, you know? Teasing me in front of my family, treating me like a kid sister, when all I want to do is shake him ... and get him naked."
"It's just one weekend — how bad can it be?" Bridget asked. She was trying to add the voice of reason to what was going to be the worst weekend of Madison's life.
Dropping the invitation on her desk, she leaned back in her chair and sighed, idly contemplating calling the history department.
Ever since she could remember, there was Chase. Always Chase. They'd grown up on the same block in the suburbs of DC. Her brother and Chase had been inseparable since, well, forever. Which meant, being the baby of the family, Madison had nothing better to do as a kid than follow behind Mitch and his friends.
She'd idolized Chase. It was hard not to with his masculine beauty, easy candor, and downright illegal dimples. As a boy and into adulthood, Chase had a fierce protective streak that could make a girl's heart do a little flutter in her chest. He was the type of guy who would rip off his shirt in the middle of Snowmageddon and give it to a homeless person on the street, but there'd always been this raw, dangerous edge to him.
Chase wasn't the kind of guy anyone messed with.
Once in high school, a boy had gotten a little too frisky with her in his car parked outside her parents' house, and Chase had just been leaving when he'd heard her muffled protests as a hand went somewhere she didn't want.
After that run-in, the guy didn't walk right for several weeks.
And the occurrence pretty much cemented a puppy love that just wouldn't die.
Everyone and their mother had known she had it bad for Chase throughout high school and the first two years of college. Christ, it was a well-known theory that wherever Mitch and Chase were, Madison wasn't too far behind. Sad as it was — and it was pathetic — she had attended the University of Maryland because they had.
Everything changed her junior year in college, the night he'd opened his first nightclub.
After that ... she did everything in her power to avoid Chase. Not that it worked or anything.
One would think in a city as overpopulated as Washington, DC, she'd be able to avoid the rat bastard, but oh no, the laws of nature were a cruel, unrelenting bitch.
Chase was everywhere. She'd rented one of the smaller apartments on the second floor of the Gallery, and weeks later, he'd bought one of the penthouses on the top floor. Even on family holidays, he and his brothers had seats at her parents' dinner table, since they treated the Gambles like a flock of sons.
Working out at the gym, he'd be there pumping iron early in the morning while she did her daily pretend-run on the elliptical. And when he got on the treadmill? Oh, wow, who knew calf muscles could be so sexy? It wasn't her fault that she stared and maybe drooled on herself a little. Had maybe fallen off the elliptical a time or two when he'd lifted his shirt, revealing abs that looked like someone stuck paint rollers under his skin for crying out loud, and wiped his brow with the hem.
Who wouldn't be driven to distraction and take a tumble?
Hell, if Madison went to the local grocery on the corner, he'd be there, too, feeling up the peaches with his wonderfully long fingers — fingers that no doubt knew how to strum a guitar just as well as they knew how to work a woman into the height of sexual frenzy and then some.
Because she did know — oh, did she ever know how good he was.
Of course, half of DC probably knew how good he was with those hands of his by now.
"You have that look on your face." Bridget raised a brow at her. "I know that look."
Madison shook her head in denial. She really needed to stop thinking about his fingers, but there was no escaping her childhood crush — the embodiment of every fantasy she'd ever had. An infatuation she never grew out of and the reason why no other guy lasted longer than a few months, though she'd take that little ditty to the grave.
Chase was the Antichrist to her.
A really, unbelievably hot Antichrist ...
Suddenly it was way too warm, and she tugged on the edge of her blouse and scowled at the invitation. It was only four days in the romantic, upscale vineyards. Hundreds of people would be there, and even though she had to deal with Chase during the rehearsal and wedding, she could easily find creative ways to avoid him.
But the nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach, the excitement that hummed in her veins, was telling a whole different story, because seriously, how was she going to steer clear of the only man she'd ever loved ... and wanted to maim?
"Toss me that employee directory," Madison said, wondering if Derek might be available after all.
* * *
The drive to Hillsboro, Virginia, on Wednesday morning wasn't a pain, since everyone else was streaming into the city for his or her daily commute, but Madison was driving as though she was auditioning for NASCAR.
According to the three missed calls from her mother — who thought Madison had been kidnapped in the big, bad city and was now being held for an ungodly sum of money — the four text messages from her brother wondering if she knew how to navigate the beltway — because apparently little sisters couldn't drive — and the voice mail from her father warning there was a problem with the reservations, she was late for brunch.
Who in the hell still ate brunch?
Thrumming her fingers against the steering wheel, she squinted as the late May sun glared off the exit sign. Yep — as she zoomed on by — she'd missed the exit.
Tossing a glare at her cell phone, because she so knew it was going to ring in a hot second, she darted into the other lane and took the next exit so she could backtrack to where she needed to be.
She wouldn't be running late and be so ... so discom-bobulated if she had spent last night packing like a normal, emotionally stable woman in her mid-twenties — a successful, emotionally stable woman — instead of bemoaning the fact she had to walk arm-in-arm down the aisle with Chase, because, for real, that was just plain cruel. The fact that Derek had another date that weekend and couldn't accompany her was like adding insult to injury.
Her cell phone went off the moment the wheels on her Charger hit the correct exit ramp and she growled at it, wishing the damn thing into the tenth circle of hell. Were there ten circles? Who knew, but she figured by the time everyone got drinks in them and started talking about how Madison used to run around shirtless as a child, there'd be twenty circles to hell, and she'd have visited every one of them.
Tall black walnut trees crowded either side of the rural route she flew down, shading the road and giving it an almost ethereal feel. Up ahead, the deep blue of the mountains loomed over the valley. There was no doubt, as long as the weather held up, the outdoor wedding was going to be beautiful.
A sudden pop jerked her chin up and the steering wheel to the left, right, and then left again. Heart racing, she gripped the wheel as she weaved and crossed the centerline like a poster child for DUIs.
"Damn it," she muttered, eyes going wide as she regained control of the Charger. A tire had blown — a mother-freaking tire had blown. "Why not?"
Debating whether or not to attempt the next ten miles on her rim, she strung together an atrocity of curse words that would've made her brother blush. She whipped the wheel to the right and coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the road. Throwing the car into park, she debated getting out and kicking the damn car. Instead, she did the mature thing: placed her head on the steering wheel and cussed some more.
This was so not starting out well.
Lifting her head, her gaze slid to her cell phone. She snatched it off the seat, thumbed through her contacts, and quickly hit the call button. After only two rings, someone grabbed the line.
"Maddie? Where in the hell are you, girl?" Her father's concerned voice exploded. "Your mother's about to call the state police, and I'm not sure how much — "
"Dad, I'm fine. I blew a tire about ten miles out."
Over the sounds of laughter and clanking silverware, her father huffed. "You did what?"
Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that it was past eleven and she hadn't had breakfast yet. "I blew a tire."
"You blew what?"
Madison rolled her eyes. "I blew a tire."
"Wait. I can't hear you. Guys, can you keep it down?" His voice got a little farther away from the mouthpiece. "Maddie's on the phone and she blew something." The room erupted in male laughter.
Oh. My. Freaking. God.
"Sorry about that, honey. Now, what happened?" her father asked. "You blew a fire?"
"I blew a tire! A tire! You know those things that are round and made of rubber?"
"Oh. Oh! Now I get it." Dad chuckled. "It's an animal house in here, everyone eating all at once. Did you remember to get that spare tire of yours replaced since your last flat? You know, dear, you should always be prepared. What if you needed to leave town during an evacuation?"
She was seconds away from smacking her face off the steering wheel. She loved her parents to bits, but she really didn't want to talk about her lack of planning skills while a room full of men laughed about her blowing anything — while Chase laughed, because she'd definitely picked out his deep baritone in the background. Her belly was already filling with knots at the thought of seeing him soon. "I know, Dad, but I haven't had a chance to get a new spare tire yet."
"You should always have a spare. Have we not taught you anything about preparedness?"
Well, wasn't that a moot point right now? And it wasn't like a comet had struck her car.
Her father sighed like all fathers do when their daughters need rescuing, no matter how old they were. "Just sit tight, and we'll come get you, honey."
"Thanks, Dad." She ended the call and dropped the cell into her purse.
It was so easy imagining her absurdly large family crowded around the table, shaking their heads. Only Maddie would be late. Only Maddie would blow a tire and not have a spare. Being the youngest in a family that consisted of blood relations and the Gamble horde sucked.
No matter what she did, she was always little, itty bitty Maddie. Not Madison, who oversaw the volunteer services at the Smithsonian Library. Being a history geek growing up, she considered her career choice fitting.
Madison tipped her head back against the headrest and closed her eyes. Even with the air conditioner running, heat from the outside had begun to seep in. She undid the first couple of buttons and was grateful she'd opted for lightweight linen pants instead of jeans. Knowing her luck, she'd get heat stroke before her dad or brother showed up.
She hated knowing she was dragging either of them away from the start of the celebrations. That was the last thing she wanted. And right next to the last thing was the fact there was no doubt in her mind that Chase was probably shaking his head along with everyone else.
A few minutes passed and she must've dozed off because the next thing she knew, someone was tapping on her window.
Blinking slowly, she pressed the button to lower the window and turned her head to stare into a pair of cerulean blue eyes fanned by incredibly thick black lashes.
Oh ... oh, no ...
Her heart stuttered and tumbled over itself as her gaze drifted across high cheekbones she was painfully familiar with, full lips that looked tantalizingly soft but could be firm and unyielding. Dark brown hair fell over his forehead, always a shy away from needing a haircut. A strong nose with a slight bump from a break during his college years gave the otherwise flawless male beauty a hard, dangerously sexy edge.
Madison's gaze dipped over the plain white shirt that clung to broad shoulders, a rock-hard chest, and a narrow waist. Jeans hung low on his hips and thank God the rest of the view was cut off by the car door.
Forcing her gaze back to his face, she sucked in a sharp breath.
Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her body sparked alive and flames licked every inch of her.
She loathed her immediate response to him, wished any other eligible guy in the tri-state area could evoke the same inferno, and yet was thrilled by it. Absolutely undone.
"Chase," she breathed.
His grin spread and damn, there were those dimples. "Maddie?"
Her body quivered at the sound of his voice. It was deep and smooth like aged whiskey. That voice should be outlawed, along with the rest of the package. Her gaze dropped again. Damn the car door, because no doubt that package was quite impressive.
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Meet the Author
J.Lynn lives in West Virginia, where she writes contemporary and paranormal romance. All the rumors you've heard about her state aren't true. Well, mostly. When she's not hard at work writing, she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and Jack Russel Loki. She also writes Young Adult under the name Jennifer L. Armentrout.
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OMG with a capital G!!!!!! This book was AWESOME!!!! I am a big fan of Jennifer Armentrout, so when I saw this book published under her pen name J. Lynn, which she uses for her adult series, I HAD to have it. I usually stick to YA books, but if you've read anything by Jennifer, you know everything she writes is awesome!! Needless to say, I was blown away. I don't want to give to much away, but as you can see from the description, this is a contemporary romance centered around Madison and Chase, who have known each other all their lives, while at Madison's brother's wedding. Madison's brother also happens to be Chase's best friend. After avoiding their feelings for each other for years, they are forced to come face to face with them over the course of the wedding festivities and a mix-up in the room reservations. This story is fun, entertaining, fast paced, and hot, Hot, HOT!!!! Chase is one of those guys you would classify as sex on a stick, which Jennifer is so good and writing about, and the chemistry between Chase and Madison is absolutley off the charts. Though a YA fan, I thoroughly enjoyed this "grown-up" story and would highly recommend it. True to form, J. Lynn (Jennifer Armentrout) will leave you amazed (and fanning your face a bit) with her writing.
Even though J. Lynn is her alter ego, there is absolutely no difference in her uncanny ability to make me fall in love with her stories. Tempting The Best Man was exactly the book I needed lately. It had me laughing, eyes widening, stomach sinking, and sighing with ultimate joy. Each character is so perfectly rounded. In their charisma, their comedy, their hardheadedness, in their kind hearts. Qualities that make me fall in love with a character. Qualities that both Chase and Maddie possess. It's one of those loves that everyone around sees but the two who actually feel it. The type of love that could be forever or could always be the what if. I just completely fell in love with the intenseness, angst, and love of Chase and Maddie's story. Plus, we all know Jennifer knows how to write a straight up sexy fella. It's not just them though. Each family member, no matter how big or small the role, had their way of making you love them and enjoy them in the scenes they're in. And Bridget... Oh she's just hilarious. "Wow. I need popcorn for this." Just brilliant characters. Jennifer's books always give me everything I want. Love, laughs, sexiness, heart-break, family, and everything in between. With this being adult and not YA, I got even more of that sexiness I love between characters. And drinking... drinking is always fun too. I could sit here and praise Tempting The Best Man for paragraphs. But there's no need. All you need to know is that it is yet another amazing story from Jennifer and that you won't regret buying it.
I read this book straight through in one day. Great plot, sexy characters, steamy scenes and some laughs! YOU SHOULD READ THIS!
LOVED IT! A great mixture of sexy and sweet! Totally hot read!
Good book. Really likeable characters. Has humor and steaminess. The only problem that I have with this book is that it is too short.
A wonderful read! Sweet, romatic, emotionally charged, nice chemistry, loved it!
This book was sexy, sweet, romantic and in some scenes had me laughing out loud. I enjoyed reading this book and the story and character development was quite entertaining.
Was a good read, now waiting on the rest of the series
After reading several reviews and seeing repetitive words like sweet, romantic, humourous, hot etc., I decided this book was worth the read but man was I wrong. My complaint isn't even the hot scenes, those were great if a bit frustrating in the beginning but great nonetheless. My problem with the book is Maddie's character because wow is this chick a pushover. Readers just focused on the fact she was in love with Chase since she was a kid but they don't say how pathetic she is when she's around him. I mean what woman acts like she does? Grow a backbone my dear and stop acting like this man walks on water just because the color of his eyes are amazing. He treated you like nothing so move on or give him a dose of his own medicine, make him work for it, let him know that you are worth fighting for! I'm not even done reading this book and I already know that all he's going to do is apologize and she is going to roll over and forgive him...what a doormat...have some pride querida! The writing was good and the storyline has potential if this author didn't create Maddie's character to be such an airhead and Chase's character to be such a douche, it didn't warrant more than two stars which is sad because the sex scenes are probably the only good parts in this book...hope the next book has a female character with 'balls'....so to speak...I am going to give this author one more chance and hope I am not disappointed because her writing style is good....we'll see! SR
I read this book in a few hours, wish it had been longer, but I still really enjoyed it!
Hard to read a book where the male gets away with so much and she is such a pushover. He should have had to work harder for her forgiveness. Too many romance books have the woman drooling all over the man while he tries to escape. Why don't more authors write about men who can't resist the woman almost from the beginning such as the Fifty Shades trilogy and a very few other books.
Tempting the Best Man by J. Lynn is a book I didn’t want to end! Synopsis: Madison Daniels has worshipped her brother's best friend since they were kids. Everyone thinks she and Chase Gamble would make the perfect couple, but there are two major flaws in their logic. 1) Chase has sworn off relationships of any kind, and 2) after blurring the line between friends and lovers for one night four years ago, they can't stop bickering. Forced together for her brother's wedding getaway, Chase and Madison decide to call a truce for the happy couple. Except all bets are off when they're forced to shack up in a tacky 70’s honeymoon suite and survive a multitude of "accidents" as the family tries to prove their "spark" can be used than for more than fighting. That is, if they don't strangle each other first… Review: I loved, loved, loved this book. I found myself skipping dinner and sleep just to get through it. It wasn’t a long read, but it was so worth every moment! The flow of the story was amazing and switching from scene to scene was flawless. Ms. Lynn captured both sides of the story and managed to do it with such class while still maintaining a very sexual chemistry that couldn’t be ignored. Her scenes capture the surroundings and the feelings of each character with such grace that it left me stunned and made me yearn to learn more. I would whole heartily recommend this book to ANYONE just simply because it is a great read. Five out of five stars!
love love love wish there as another book however
As with all the books in the Brazen line - this was excellent. If you like the Alpha male and super hot sex - this is for you! I adore this line and every single title is an auto-buy for me!
A good short read. Only 141 pages but actually a little closer to 110 pages of actual book text. I liked the storyline. The Characters are likeable. Starting the next book now.
## Both this book and it's sequel were frustrating. Why must every hero be a man-slut? It is in no way, shape or form sexy. It's totally off-putting. And in this book the hero leads the heroine on, then leaves her. 3 times! It's like ground hog day. Then she takes him back without question. And the ending was so abrupt, it left a lot to be desired. They never even spoke of the 'misunderstanding' at the hotel. Ugh. I bought book 1&2 at the same time unfortunately. I will not be buying Chandler's story.
Could of had a better ending, and she could of had a little more backbone.
Seemed pretty predictable. Short. Not a lot of substance. Characters were interesting though.
Great tension between the characters. Hot steamy scenes are great. Female lead is a little pathetic at times. Very short read but good romance.
Just as my title says this is a good book for a girl in her early mid 20s. I love the connection Chase and Madison have. The fact the author made Chase look like a butt on more than one occasion was nice because it told me that men over think everything and always manage to stick their foot in their mouths. Behind every sexy man stands a woman who sees him as something more than eye candy!
Not awful . But not good maddie is upset the whole time and chase keeps starting but never finishing because he thinks hes like his father. Really wasnt good at all!
Hardly a story line, too predicatable. I was bored with this book.