Let's Talk About Sext

Let's Talk About Sext

by Evie Claire

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Her: Unstoppable, workaholic, driven force of nature. Him: The exact opposite of that.

Phebe Stark needs a punching bag. No, on second thought, she needs a donut. No, on third thought, she needs to escape into a dark bar with a strong drink. She’s just been harassed, for the umpteenth time, by the slimy supervisor standing between her and a shattered glass ceiling at her high-pressure Atlanta firm. But then a tall, bearded, sexy lumberjack of a bartender saunters over, and suddenly Phebe knows she doesn’t need gin . . . she needs him.

Brody Cantrell didn’t exactly intend to become a bartender. He planned to help out at his ailing uncle’s bar for a year, then get an advanced degree and rise to the top of his field. Instead, he got a Ph.D. in Real Life from his customers. Brody thinks he’s seen everything—until he meets Phebe Stark. And when he gets a load of her fearless sexting skills, he just has to see what’s under that power suit. Brody’s certain they’ll have a good time or two—nothing serious. Then again, all these steamy messages and breathless trysts have him seriously considering . . . Why not?

This ebook includes an excerpt from another Loveswept title.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780525621065
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/19/2019
Series: Let's Talk About Sext , #1
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 284
Sales rank: 272,187
File size: 6 MB

About the Author

Evie Claire lives in Athens, Georgia, with her husband and two young daughters. Her other loves include Bulletproof coffee, red wine, yoga pants, and broody romance heroes—she once owned a pony named Darcy.

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Chapter 1


“What. The. Hell?”

A low feminine growl stopped Brody Cantrell cold. Rubber hose in hand, feet planted on cement, he felt his spine bristle against the verbal assault he assumed would follow such a warning. Slowly, his uncaffeinated brain chugged to life and his muscles tensed. Until now, he’d been alone on the early morning sidewalk, cleaning the bar front of spilled booze and cigarette butts. Carefully guiding the murky runoff into a nearby street drain specifically intended for such things.
So really, what the hell? he thought to himself. The morning had been blissfully peaceful so far and he was perfectly within his right to clean the damn sidewalk in front of his building. Hose still in hand, he spun on his boot heel, ready to shoot a “What the heck?” right back at the she-tiger who was apparently ready to pounce on him.

Until she stopped him cold. Again.

“Seriously?” Her next word was more of a mumble, uttered through gritted teeth. A horrible attempt at anger management, if Brody was reading her right. Standing in profile several yards away, she closed her eyes, gripped her phone tightly in one hand, and tossed the bags she held in her other onto the wet cement. “What. The. What?” Each new word grew more pronounced than the last. When the woman opened her eyes and refocused on the phone held in white knuckles instead of him, Brody realized the assault wasn’t coming his way at all. Judging by the flex and release of her jaw muscle, that was a good thing. She was a tiger preparing to pounce and he wasn’t ready to be anybody’s prey. It was way too early for that.

He had work to do. Other people’s problems weren’t his until they poured across his bar top like the liquor they sought to solve them. She might be on the sidewalk outside his bar, but she was clearly in no need of the liquid amnesia he sold. Nope, from the looks of her, she could handle her shit just fine.

Back and forth. Back and forth. The methodic movement of the water hose helped ease Brody’s fight-or-flight response back to normal. The spray hit the sidewalk, sending a fine mist over his face. He wiped it on a shoulder and inhaled deeply out of habit. Homelessness, industrial hustle, and soured hops—the distinctively downtown Atlanta smells that filled his mornings. While some might find it offensive, it only settled Brody further. Familiarity always did.

At the end of his block, the first rays of sunshine peeked around a cement monster of a building in licking flames of gold and pink. It would be noon before the sun was high enough in the sky to eclipse the headquarters of Burton Holiday Inc., a commercial real estate developer hell-bent on “gentrifying” Brody’s sleepy little corner of the city. The small building that housed The Twenty-One Guns Saloon was the last old man standing in the area. The only building that hadn’t been razed in the name of progress. Not that they hadn’t tried. Burton Holiday, it seemed, didn’t see merit in familiarity the way Brody did.

Brody grabbed his coffee cup from the bar’s windowsill and took another sip as he continued to clean. Traffic was increasing, along with the number of people on the sidewalk. Best to get the job done before foot traffic got too heavy and he risked accidentally spraying down one of the conservative suits headed into the cubicle farm down the block.

Or the woman who still lingered on the sidewalk, phone in hand, her state of rage growing and making her oblivious to his presence. She hadn’t looked his way. Not once. Like whatever she saw on her phone gave her tunnel vision. It made Brody wonder what could be awful enough to ruin such a perfect morning. It wasn’t even eight o’clock. The city was barely awake. Yet she was nearing meltdown mode. Anger like hers was that palpable.

He was almost finished cleaning, almost ready to give the morning’s peace over to the city’s hustle when the woman stopped him cold. Again.

“I don’t give a crap, Josh. You promised—you signed a contract—you agreed to have the plans on my desk by close of business Friday. It’s Monday. I have a meeting with the Zoning Department tomorrow and nothing to show them but a kindergarten sketch on a cocktail napkin. You tell me how the heck you think that’s going to go over.”

Brody’s head whipped in the direction of the one-sided conversation so quickly his neck muscles locked. The edge of his mouth twitched, unsure if he should be amused or disturbed. Taking her in more fully when she turned toward him, amusement won out and he tucked his body into the door alcove to watch the fireworks her reproach promised.

It wasn’t unusual to hear harsh words on the sidewalks of Atlanta. But hearing that kind of sailor talk tinged with a woman’s distinctively southern drawl—a woman who obviously gave zero shits about using such language in public, no less—was one of the more amusing things he’d heard lately. And he heard a lot across his bar top.

She was a tiny thing with dangerous curve appeal. Blond hair flowing over her shoulders, a few strands blowing in a gentle morning breeze. Something he found oddly alluring, and she obviously found annoying, given the way she shoved it behind her ear with her free hand. Dressed in a well-tailored gray suit and heels as tall as the BHI building behind her, one he assumed she belonged in, Brody couldn’t help but stare. God, she had nice legs, but given the sheer grit darkening her face, he was certain she was the absolute last woman in the world who would appreciate such a compliment. Because while she looked as sweet as peach iced tea, she carried herself in that distinct don’t-mess-with-me manner big city women often do. A phone jammed to one ear, she punched a hand wildly in the air like it somehow eased the anger flowing through her.

“No.” Her hand splayed into a stop sign and then perched on her hip. “I’m doing you the favor here. You’re the one who begged for a chance to play big-boy ball. I went out on a limb. I gave you that chance. And if you can’t meet a simple deadline—one clearly spelled out in a damn contract—you should’ve never picked up that bat, buddy. You are not a proven commodity. I am. My projects always happen. On time . . .” It was at that point in the conversation that the woman’s head snapped over her shoulder like a bullwhip.

Brody sank closer to the door, fearing he was about to be discovered. Holding his breath, he followed her gaze as it passed over him and landed instead on a young woman who had joined them on the sidewalk. One who juggled a diaper bag, a briefcase, and an infant in a car seat. Dressed in a suit as well, the young mother struggled to catch the handle on the back door of an SUV that had pulled to a stop several yards from where Brody stood. Had he not been so engrossed by the scene playing out before him he might have noticed the woman needing assistance.

Before he could move to help her, the ballsy blonde strode over to the car and reached for the door. She held the phone to her shoulder, halfway muting the new interaction.

What happened next made Brody take a step closer just to be certain he was seeing what he actually saw. As if some internal switch flipped inside her, she offered the young mother a smile as genuine as the sun breaking over the buildings and held the door open. Once she was sure the mother and child were handled, she took one step farther up the sidewalk and knocked gently on the front passenger window.


It was soft, gentle almost, and the blonde cleared her throat to speak. A man sat in the driver’s seat. On a phone call himself. Once she had his attention, he merely raised his eyebrows in a question mark—didn’t even bother pausing his own call or rolling down the window. Her eyes flared. She looked incredulously from him to the woman and child that he presumably shared some sort of relationship with, and then back again. She gave an exaggerated shrug and waved an accusing hand in his direction, implying he was beyond ridiculous for such inattention. After all this, she fixed him with a shameful glare and mouthed one word—Really?

Obviously, in her mind, helping a sister out took priority over phone calls. A sentiment the driver didn’t seem to share. Instead, the guy turned back to his call, looking out the other window to avoid the blonde’s dagger-eyed glare, which could have ripped holes right through him. The mother said her thank-you and slipped into the car.

The blonde simply shook her head, mouthed another word—asshole if Brody’s lip-reading was up to par—and stepped back onto the sidewalk as the SUV pulled off.

Again, a switch flipped, and she was right back in beast-mode.

“One day, Josh. You’ve got one damn day. If the plans aren’t on my desk in twenty-four hours, consider yourself in breach of contract and our attorneys will be in contact.” With that she ended the call, threw the phone in her bag, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and started off down the street toward the Burton Holiday cement behemoth.

Brody stood in The Twenty-One Guns doorway, hose in one hand, coffee in the other, frozen and half-hoping she did discover him. A full-on smile now twisted his lips, one encouraged by growing admiration for the woman. As he watched those beautiful legs of hers walk away, all Brody Cantrell could think was—Good god, what a tiger.

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Let's Talk About Sext 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
lisareads 9 months ago
This was my first Evie Claire novel and I thoroughly enjoyed the story. The writing flowed easily, the story was cute and fresh. The characters were believable. I was a little put off by Phoebe in places, but overall she was a likeable character. The secondary characters helped to bring more reality to the story. Thank you to Net Galley for providing a copy in exchange for my honest opinion of the story.
AFOX0 12 months ago
Great blurb but sadly the story was not my cuppa I am sorry to say that I did not finish the book and mostly skimmed the later chapters to find out what happened to the characters. Yes, I did like the premise of the story, both Brody and Phebe are strong and likable characters. Phebe is strong and very opinionated, to a fault, but she realizes this towards the end and her character softens. I liked Brody who is easy going, loyal, and so much more than he appears. What made it difficult for me is the execution of the story. There were so many distractions and tangents that took my focus away from the developing relationship that I put it down several times to clear my head. Yes, I understand Brody and Phebe do crossword puzzles but too much monologuing and ramblings made the became exhausting and the story suffered. I received a copy from Random House Publishing via NetGalley and voluntarily reviewed an advance reader copy of this book.
In_My_Humble_OpinionDA 12 months ago
Let's Talk About Sext is terrific! It is a modern day tale of love and romance (or the lack there of). Phebe is smart driven and successful mostly because she hides her femininity behind power suits and brass. Brody is more than a bartender and I love the role reversal. Phebe makes assumptions about Brody based on his job just as others make assumptions about her. The chemistry between the two is off the charts. I really enjoyed watching these get together.
Jackie Dye More than 1 year ago
Phebe and Brody I apologize for the long review! When the tough as nails Real Estate Agent meets the "hipster bartender," she finds out that opposites Phebe is always in control, whereas Brody is willing to let go, she wears power suits compared to his Lumberjack style, the two couldn't be more different. Yet, they have things in common, a love for the building he inherited, crossword puzzles and sexual chemistry with a side of something they're not willing to get into. She needs an outlet; he wants her however he can have her- deals are made, fantasies proclaimed and acted upon, promises are broken, harsh and unforgiving (in my opinion ) words spoken. Can one night and one phone number change the course of two people from opposite worlds? Phebe- Let me say this, I am all for a strong, powerful, knows what she wants leading female. I loved that she was taking names and kicking booty! What I had a hard time swallowing was her harshness ( I am trying to be kind here ) towards Brody and everyone else for that matter. I get that she is in a position of power, in a male-dominated work environment, and she needs to assert herself as a take no prisoners kind of person, but I don't get how that applied to Brody! Had I been him, I would have told her to take her pretentious, Gucci arse over to the next bar and find some other unsuspecting fool to do her bidding! ( can you tell I feel strongly about this?) Brody was a likable strongwilled, sweet character who had his issues to overcome, who showed he had a much bigger heart than I would have! As for the "s@xting" there was some, I would have liked more. Ample amounts of passionate scenes, a little humor, and a somewhat fleshed out storyline made it all flow well; I could not get past my dislike for Phebe enough for me to want her to have a HEA!! While this may not have been my all-time favorite read, Evie Clarie is a new to me author, and I look forward to checking out the next book in the series! I was provided an Arc copy from Netgalley and am Voluntarily leaving a review.
AllonsAlly More than 1 year ago
Brody has a bar he inherited from his uncle and is working to keep it running with mounting expenses. Phoebe has a MBA she earned from Wharton and is on the fast track to becoming a corporate officer for a major organization. They meet after Phoebe decides that a drink is better way to get over her difficult morning than the donut she was on her way to obtain. Phoebe is in a bad mood, has just been sexually harassed by her supervisor, and is not interested in a relationship with a bartender. Brody has decided that he is ready for a meaningful relationship and begins to work to convince Phoebe that they could be good together. I love Brody! He is everything one could want in a book boyfriend and despite my issues with Phoebe I found myself rooting for the relationship because it was what Brody wanted and I wanted Brody to be happy. The thing that I appreciate most about Phoebe is that after 5 years of harassment by her supervisor she decides to take appropriate legal action, she follows the advice of an attorney (that is very similar to the advice of advocates). I did enjoy reading "Let's Talk About Sext" and plan to read "I Wanna Sext You Up" when it is available. ARC received in exchange for honest review
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really loved Phebe. There’s not a lot of books about truly strong women, but Phebe nailed it. She says what’s on her mind, consequences be damned, especially in the man department. She has a hard time finding a man that can deal with her, that’s she pretty much just given up. Meet Brody- sexy, tattooed barman that loves Phebe’s spirit and knows her better than she does. There’s a lot of ups and downs in this relationship as Brody tries like hell to get her to loosen up, and she keeps fighting it like she always does. This felt like a real relationship, and reminds me a lot of my own- always pushing men to see who will outlast. Even though Phebe is an alpha female, Brody totally holds his own and totally rules her in the sack. She doesn’t just give into a dude showing her attention like so many other books, and it’s a fight with herself until the end. Great book!
Michelle Eriksen More than 1 year ago
What to say about Brody and Phobe. They are total opposites but somehow they work in this story. Ms Claire had me cheering them on from beginning to end through all the ups and downs, some silly and serious moments and an ending that was so sweet. I really enjoyed Let's Talk about Sext and I hope you do also.
Momma_Becky More than 1 year ago
After reading the blurb for this one, I was hoping for a lighthearted, possibly funny romance, and I suppose it does fit that bill in part. The story has a pretty low angst level overall, and there are some amusing moments along the way, but it drags on much longer than needed for a story with so little drama. The story's biggest downfall for me lay in the characters, who are almost caricature-like with their personalities. I like a strong female, but Phebe takes that to ice queen level and is just unlikable, and she's so hung up on power and money that nothing else matters. She does redeem herself later, but it's just too little, too late for me. Brody is the all-around likable guy. He's laid back and easy going, so much so that he has zero ambition. Opposites attract is one thing, but these two are on such extreme opposite sides that they just don't work. They have great sexual chemistry, but they do so little talking that there isn't much to base a romance on. The only way they find out things is when things blow up in their faces, then they bother to explain later. In the end, I could see the 'buddy' status that starts it all, but I never felt enough connection between them to see any kind of romance.
PennieM More than 1 year ago
This one was not my cuppa and I had to struggle to get through it, though I did since I received it as an ARC. There was something about this one that didn't ring for me, it didn't find it's rhythm and seemed to be more telling than feeling and after reading so many really good books this one just really dinged. The premise was good and I was rooting for Phebe and Brody to connect but didn't feel they ever really did. Just because it wasn't for me, doesn't mean it won't be for you. I may go ahead and try the next one in the series though... **Received this ARC for review from the publisher via NetGalley**
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
I think this book will definitely have you screaming, "Girl Power!" At some point in time maybe. That being said, I thoroughly enjoyed Phebe's character. She was strong, determined not to be like her mother, worked hard to survive in a male dominated industry, and knew what she wanted from a lover. Enter Brody, totally not her norm, but can read her better than anyone else. Their scenes were explosive and even better when they got together. I liked how he softened her edges and how she made him go for what he didn't know he wanted. They really were perfect for each other. My only concern was that Phebe was the only one who ever felt to apologize at key moments in this story. I could totally see both sides, but would have enjoyed a little more equality in the relationship. This was my first book by this author and will not be my last. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Rainn2978 More than 1 year ago
This book sounded really good and I had high hopes for it, but I just couldn't get into it. I tried extremely hard to like it but I had a hard time connecting with the characters and it felt almost like that had no true chemistry or feeling for each other. I really didn't like Phebe. I had a few choice words for her that I just can't say here because they aren't nice. And Brody seems to be a little too laid back. I don't know, I just can't put my finger on exactly what turned me off so much with this one. It's not so much a bad book, the writing wasn't bad. The story itself wasn't necessarily bad, it just wasn't my cup of tea. I'm not sure if I would re-read it but I'm sure someone else will probably love it. It just isn't for me!
ViperSpaulding More than 1 year ago
"The kind of love that lasts is the one you can't control." Brody and Phebe find themselves with just that kind of love. They share a passion that can't remain emotionless, a chemistry that consumes them even when neither one can see how they could ever be compatible for the long run. Brody is a barroom poet, a bartender by choice who has no interest in the fast-paced corporate world where Phebe is determined to make her mark. Their romance is the stuff of legends - intense heat, stormy conflicts, a soul-deep understanding of each other that defies logic. This exquisitely-written romance is tightly paced with memorable characters and laughs that pop up seemingly out of nowhere. It was thoroughly captivating, a story that deserves to be read again and again. I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book.
Laura_F More than 1 year ago
3.5 Stars This was my first book by this author and wanted to like it but there were just a few too many things missing for me. Phebe was really unlikeable for me. I love strong female characters but I hate when they feel like they need to down other people in order to show their strength. Sorry but that's the opposite of a strong character for me. The best part of this book was Brody. If only there were more redeeming things about Phebe, this book could have been great. I'll give this author another try and hopefully I'll connect more with the next. *this is my voluntary review of an advanced reader copy*
Jolie More than 1 year ago
I hate leaving negative reviews. I do. But that is part of the job of writing a book blog. You need to showcase the bad along with the good. I did not like Phebe at all. From the minute she appeared outside of Brody’s bar, I got the vibe that she was a ball buster and a snob. My vibe was confirmed in the next chapter when she went from zero to witch on Brody. My dislike of her started around that time also. It grew and grew until the first breakup scene happened. That is where her true colors came out. She was a snob and was all about money. From that point on, I read her scenes a bad taste in my mouth. I did like Brody but I thought that he was a pushover. I also couldn’t understand why he kept taking Phebe back after everything she put him through. I would have told her to go take a flying leap after what happened at the Boys and Girls Club gala. Because of my dislike for Phebe, I couldn’t get into the sex scenes. They did nothing for me. If Phebe had been more likable, then the sex scenes would have been fun. But they were colored by her actions throughout the book. I did like the secondary characters in this book. Phebe’s friends weren’t afraid to call her out and let her know how she was acting. When she told them what she said to Brody during their last fight, their reaction was the same I would have had. I did appreciate the author trying to reign Phebe in. I did. But I didn’t believe that she changed in that short amount of time. I mean what she said to Brody was awful. A bartender with Daddy issues Who says that to someone that they loved? And over something that she had no business being a part of? What Brody did with that land was up to him. Not her. I would have booted her butt out of the door and blocked her number. Which takes us to the end of the book. I know because its a romance, they are supposed to have a HEA. But in this case, I can’t see it happening. I have a feeling that Phebe and Brody’s relationship will be a quick one. Like a Kardashian marriage. I was left feeling unfulfilled by the ending. Which is something that I rarely feel when reading any type of book.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
I really liked the premise of this book however I never felt a connection with these characters. I understand that for Phoebe to succeed she needs to be strong, independent, and take no crap. Sometimes though it seemed like she took things too far. I enjoyed Brody although I never understood what really drew him to Phoebe. Still I was cheering for Phoebe to see what Brody was trying to show her and accept what he was offering. Overall not a bad book, just nothing really wow about it either. Although not a favorite of my I think others might enjoy it and I would recommend it.
TerryL56 More than 1 year ago
4 1/2 Stars! Phebe is on her way up the corporate ladder ... far from her roots as the daughter of an alcoholic mother. Brody has taken over the broken down bar his uncle left him ... far from the Ivy League education he left behind. But when Phebe gets fired and wanders into Brody’s bar, their worlds are going to collide and never be the same again. Is it really true that opposites attract? I really enjoyed this book! The characters just seemed to come to life on the pages. I loved the way that Phebe and Brody just couldn’t keep their hands off each other and that neither one thought they were the relationship type. Even though there wasn’t really a lot of sexting (like the title would make you believe), the actual six between them ... well let’s just say it was well written. I would recommend this book and I can’t wait for the next book in this series. I received an early copy courtesy of Random House - Loveswept through NetGalley in exchange for a honest review.