A sexy category romance from Entangled's Brazen imprint...
No More Mr. Nice Guy…
The moment AJ Walsh sees the sexy, tattooed pixie walk up to his bar, it's lust at first sight. He's always been labeled the "nice" guy?opening doors, buying flowers, and never, ever having one-night stands. But with this wicked little angel with red lips and unfathomably dark eyes? Oh, yeah. Tonight, "nice" has nothing to do with it...
Brett Conlon is trying to convince her family that she's put away her reckless wild girl side for good. Nothing, and no one?could be better for her reputation than golden boy AJ Walsh. So they make a deal: if he plays The Good Boyfriend for her family, he can be a very, very bad boy with her. Now their one naughty night is about to turn into a whole lot of trouble...
About the Author
A RITA-award-nominated, bestselling author, Elle Kennedy grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a BA in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer, and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager. She loves strong heroines and sexy alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!
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One Night of Trouble
An After Hours Novel
By Elle Kennedy, Gwen Hayes
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2015 Elle Kennedy
All rights reserved.
"Hey, hot stuff, what do you say you meet me out front after you get off?" the busty blonde cooed as she sauntered up to the bar. "And then we can get each other off ..."
AJ Walsh was torn between groaning and laughing. He found himself on the receiving end of some seriously shameless pick-up lines on a nightly basis, but this one was more blatantly sexual than most, accompanied by the seductive batting of mascara-thick eyelashes and a lewd display of lip-licking.
"Sorry, sweetheart. I'm flattered, but I've got a girlfriend," he told his would-be pursuer.
"So?" She didn't even blink.
He raised a brow. "So I'm not on the market."
The blonde wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Loser."
She took her teased hair, skintight dress, and four-inch heels, and sashayed away from the counter without ordering a thing.
The second she was gone, AJ released the laughter bubbling in his throat. Well. That was new. Being called a loser for not wanting to cheat on his girlfriend with a clearly drunk chick at a nightclub? If that made him a loser, then he didn't want to be a winner.
On the other hand, he was a liar, because he definitely didn't have a girlfriend at the moment. Nope, he was flying solo and hating it, but after three years of tending bar, he'd learned that sometimes a little white lie was the best way to get the more persistent women off his back.
He glanced at the other two bartenders, pleased to see them hard at work slinging drinks and chatting with the customers. Henry and Sue were his most reliable employees, and he made a point to always schedule them on Friday, the club's busiest night. Technically he didn't even need to be there tonight—his people had everything covered—but he enjoyed making drinks and getting to know his clientele.
When he'd first opened Sin with his two best friends, it had been a no-brainer as to who would handle what. Gage, the toughest and most intense of the three, was in charge of security and oversaw their team of bouncers. Reed, the most antisocial, worked in the upstairs office area and dealt with the business end of things. And as the "people person" of the trio, AJ tended bar and managed the servers.
The arrangement suited him just fine, and since their grand opening three years ago, Sin had quickly become one of the most popular clubs in downtown Boston. It had even turned a profit in its first year of business, which AJ was pretty damn proud of.
The only downside to his job was the onslaught of graphic come-ons from women he had no interest in, a turnoff that was kinda ironic considering he was a thirty-year-old, red-blooded male with a healthy libido. Other men would kill to trade places with him, AJ was fully aware of that, but he wasn't about to take advantage of the usually intoxicated females who threw themselves at him. It didn't feel right.
He'd never indulged in a one-night stand, but if he ever did, he wanted it to be with a woman who was coherent enough to know what she was doing.
As a dark head entered his line of vision, AJ voiced his standard question without even glancing at the customer. "What can I get you?"
In the beat of silence, he focused on the woman in front of him, and his breath hitched when he got lost in a pair of bottomless brown-bordering-on-black eyes. He shifted his gaze, soaking in her delicate features, full red lips, and shoulder-length raven hair before doing a sweep of her petite body, clad in all black.
Her tank top left her arms bare, which meant he didn't miss her tattoos—a painstakingly detailed angel on her left forearm, a cluster of stars on her right biceps, and a ring of roses around her left wrist. The tats were surprisingly feminine and insanely sexy, and he suddenly had the craziest urge to strip her naked and find out if she had more ink beneath her tight top and skinny jeans.
Man. It'd been a long time since he'd experienced total lust overload. He encountered attractive women all the frickin' time, but this tiny pixie of a woman was more than attractive. The sexy combo of fragility and badassness hardened his cock, and he shifted his position so that the counter hid his lower body better.
When he realized she still hadn't spoken, he raised his voice over the pounding dance beat reverberating through the main floor. "What'll it be?"
She snapped out of whatever trance she'd fallen into, but still looked startled. A tad wary, too, but he had to be imagining it.
"Three margaritas and a Coke," she replied after another long pause.
"Coming right up." It was difficult to tear his gaze off her, but he forced himself to act professional, sliding to the other end of the counter to prepare her drinks.
He jiggled the stainless-steel margarita shaker more vigorously than necessary, a sense of nervous energy overtaking him. Fuck. He wanted to talk to her. Find out her name.
Convince her to go home with him.
And wasn't that a mind-boggler. He spent most nights turning down offers for sex, and all of a sudden he was imagining screwing a complete stranger?
His friends would die of shock if they could read his thoughts right now. Gage and Reed viewed him as Mr. Nice Guy, the man who held doors open for his dates and didn't sleep with a girl until they'd been seeing each other for a proper amount of time. The guy who offered women his shoulder to cry on and bought them flowers for every damn occasion.
But he supposed they had every right to see him as the nicest guy on the planet. It was the image he tried to project most of the time, the label he'd been striving his entire life to live up to.
Christ, if people only knew. How hard he worked to be that polite, dependable guy everyone could rely on. How badly he fought to suppress the wild urges that arose more often than not. How frustrating it was to dutifully play the part of prodigal son, good friend, reliable boyfriend.
He didn't always succeed, though. Sometimes the need to truly let go couldn't be ignored. He had to ease it, and in the past, he'd used fighting to do that. He'd heard that people frequently used sex or violence as an outlet for release, as a way to feel alive, and he couldn't deny that his days as an MMA fighter had certainly soothed the darker, restless part of himself that he usually hid from the world. Sex, on the other hand, didn't achieve the same result. It had always been more intimate for him, tangled up with love and relationships and all that emotional stuff.
But for some strange reason, the raven-haired woman at the counter had unleashed his carnal, reckless urges. Because suddenly the idea of going home with a stranger had become very, very appealing ...
"You gonna take those over to the customer? Or just keep staring at them?"
His head jerked at Sue's teasing voice. Ignoring his aching cock, he glanced down, realizing that the drinks he'd poured were now sitting on the bar top waiting to be delivered.
"Naah, I've got it. Just spaced out for a second." He plastered on a smile, then carried the drinks over to where the woman was waiting—and staring. Staring hard, in fact, and her plump lips were puckered in the tiniest of frowns.
Unease washed over him, but he tried to ignore it. "Three margaritas and one Coke," he announced.
She gave a polite smile in return. Very, very polite ... so polite it was clearly forced, and his wariness only heightened.
"Thanks," she said tightly. "How much do I owe you?"
His gaze stayed on her as she dug around in her purse for her wallet. Her body language was as stiff as her voice, a clear indication that she was ticked off about something.
"Here. Keep the change." She dropped a twenty on the counter, then lifted her head and noticed him staring. "What?" she said irritably.
"You okay there? You look kinda pissed." His eyes narrowed as a thought occurred to him. "Is anyone giving you a hard time? The crowd's a little wilder than usual tonight—say the word and I'll sic one of my bouncers on whoever's bugging you."
His concern didn't spark warmth or gratitude, but more hostility. "I'm just peachy, pal. And FYI—if someone was harassing me, I'd take care of it myself."
He studied her slim, no taller than five-two frame, his lips twitching in amusement. "Uh-huh. I'm sure you would, angel."
"I might look small, but trust me, I can kick some serious ass," she retorted.
She picked up two of the margaritas and took an abrupt step away.
AJ spoke before she could hurry off. "Is it something I said?"
A cloud of annoyance continued to hover over her. "Nope. Thanks for the drinks. I'll be back in a sec to grab these two. Make sure no one messes with them, okay?"
This time she almost made it three steps before he stopped her. And this time he didn't do it with words, but by rounding the counter, then leaving it entirely to come to her side.
Her mouth partially opened as she tilted her head to gaze up at him. "What are you doing?"
Rather than answer, he gave a quick shout in the direction of the counter. "Yo! Henry, I'm taking a break." He picked up the two glasses that remained on the counter.
"Seriously, what are you doing?" she demanded.
"Carrying these drinks back to your table. And ..."
The swell of music must have drowned out his words, because she leaned in closer. "What?" she yelled.
A rush of dizziness hit him as her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils. Lord, she smelled good. Like roses in full bloom, with a trace of lavender and a hint of something entirely feminine.
He repeated himself, his tone loud and firm. "And then I plan on figuring out what I did to piss you off."
"Oh, for Pete's sake. This isn't Cheers—I'm not going to have a heart-to-heart with a bartender, okay? Go back to work. I can carry my own drinks."
He ignored her aggravated response. "Where are you sitting?"
She sighed with visible unhappiness, but he wasn't about to back down. His original intentions of flirting with her had temporarily been sidelined. Right now he was more interested in finding out what he'd done to put that frown on her sexy mouth. He had no doubt that this was wholly personal—the way she was scowling at him made it clear she was pissed off at him.
Without a word, she set off in the other direction, threading through the crowd that packed the club like sardines. AJ stayed hot on her heels, inhaling her delicious fragrance with each breath. How was it that in a room permeated with perfume, cologne, and sweat, he only seemed to be breathing in her?
They reached one of the tall tables spanning the back wall, and once they'd set the drinks down, his frowning pixie quickly raised the Coke to her lips, sucking hard on the straw while avoiding his eyes.
AJ watched her drink the soda, thoughtful. "So you're the Coke of the bunch. Wasn't expecting that."
She drained half the glass before answering in a terse voice. "I'm the DD." Then, ignoring him completely, she turned to the dance floor and waved at someone he couldn't see. She gestured to the margaritas, then made a cigarette-smoking motion with her hand and pointed to the side exit.
AJ glimpsed a slender blonde emerging from the dance floor to tend to the drinks, but the second he'd turned his head, the woman at his side tried to make her escape.
"Thanks for bringing the drinks. Have a good night." Her words came out in a rush.
She darted away, but AJ was equally fast, trailing after her with ease. "Where are you running off to?"
"I need some fresh air. It's hot in here."
Okay, he was totally treading into stalker territory, yet he couldn't stop himself from following her toward the exit and right out the door.
Silence greeted them in the alley between Sin and the adjacent building, broken by the occasional car honk or tire squeal from the main road beyond them. The cool spring breeze brushed over his bare arms, but he didn't mind the chill. He was too focused on his pixie's irritated face, which shone beneath the light fixture over the door.
"You're still here," she said flatly.
"Yup." He cocked his head. "And you're just telling lies all over the place, huh?"
Those mesmerizing dark eyes narrowed. "What the hell does that mean?"
"You just mimed to your friend that you're coming out for a smoke." He shrugged. "But you're not lighting up. And you told me I didn't do anything to piss you off, but obviously I did. So ..." Another shrug. "Lies."
There was a pause.
And then she exploded.
"I pretended I was going for a cigarette so I wouldn't have to explain to my friend that I was actually trying to get away from this nosy bartender who won't leave me alone! Dude, why are you even out here? Do you harass every chick who orders a drink from you? Maybe I should be siccing one of your bouncers on you."
He sighed. "Tell me what I did to upset you, angel, and then I'll go."
"Would you stop calling me that?" she grumbled.
"What—angel? Why would I do that when it suits you oh so well?"
He brought his hand close to the tattoo on her forearm, his fingers lingering in the air. He hadn't planned on touching her, but those dark eyes that fascinated him so damn much went heavy-lidded, and then she tentatively leaned into his outstretched fingertips.
As he gently skimmed the tattoo, she let out a shaky exhale, and AJ's groin promptly stirred again. He traced the outstretched wings of the ethereal figure inked on her skin, then followed the angel's wispy dress to the tangle of vines at her feet.
Lord, her skin was hot to the touch. Silky smooth. And he didn't miss the throbbing of her pulse at the base of her slender throat, or the way her small breasts rose as she drew a deep breath.
Oh yeah. She liked having his hand on her skin. Just as much as he liked putting it there.
AJ shifted his feet again, praying her gaze wouldn't drop south. The bulge straining against his zipper was impossible to hide. His pants suddenly felt too frickin' tight, and his primal reaction to this woman made his head spin. He was usually more controlled than this, but damn it, there was no controlling the erection trying to poke right through his pants.
Or the relentless need to kiss the living daylights out of her.
"Do you really not remember me?" she blurted out.
He froze. "Do we know each other?"CHAPTER 2
Ugh. Why were men so clueless?
Brett Conlon stared into the vivid green eyes of the golden boy of Hawthorne High, wondering why she'd bothered telling him the truth. She should have just pretended she didn't know who he was. At least then she'd be spared the embarrassment of him not recognizing her.
Granted, there was no reason for the star of her high school football team, Mr. Popularity personified, to remember the artsy, hell-raising girl who'd been three years behind him in school. And even though she'd hung out with an older crowd, she and AJ Walsh definitely hadn't traveled in the same circles. He'd been friends with the we're-God's-gift-to-the-world kids who made up the school's popular group, which included the snobby cheerleaders. A.k.a. the awful girls who had no qualms about harassing girls like Brett.
When she'd walked up to the bar earlier and seen AJ, all the nasty comments she'd endured back then had buzzed in her mind and instantly triggered her hostility. She'd probably been ruder than she should have, considering AJ had never ganged up on her the way his cheerleader friends had. But he'd still been present for it, and when she'd spotted him behind that counter, her hands had involuntarily circled into fists as long-ago anger and embarrassment crept in like a puddle of oozing tar.
"C'mon, you're not allowed to drop a bomb like that and not follow through," he said quietly, intently studying her face as if trying to place her.
Brett met his gaze head on. "We went to high school together."
A crease dug into his forehead. "No way. I would totally remember you if we did."
"Why? Because of the tats?" She gestured to her ink. "I didn't have these back then."
"Not the tats." Heat darkened his expression. "Your eyes. They're so dark they're almost black. I'd never forget eyes as sexy as yours."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
## I did like this book for the most part. However, the first 2 books were better for sure. I have to say I didn't really care for AJ. He was pretty weak, letting his parents and ex-girlfriend treat Brett the way they did. So she had a small bird tatoo on each foot, a fish on her leg, an angel tatoo on one arm and stars and roses on her shoulder and wrist. That doesn't warrant that much animosity. She didn't have full sleeves or her neck or fingers tatooed or pierced lips or gages in her ears. Jeez, they acted small minded indeed. And some of the comments AJ himself made were insulting as well. Don't get me wrong, it was still fantastic, especially the gay party scene (I was laughing like a crazy woman as AJ described it). Just not my favorite of the three.
I have now read all 3 books in the series and they were all great! Really enjoyed reading them.
Loved this book!!
One Night Of Trouble is book three in the After Hours series by Elle Kennedy. This book concentrates on AJ, the third partner of the three owners of the club, Sin, and the woman that showed him that it’s okay to be bad. AJ has always been known as ‘Mr. Nice Guy.’ He makes sure everyone around him is happy. He always chooses women to date that his parents would approve of and he never, ever has a one night stand. AJ is used to women coming on to him at the club and some of them are beautiful, but that’s not what he wants. Then Brett Conlon walked up to his bar. She had eyes that captivated him, and an attitude that should have put him off. But all it did was turn him on. There was no way he was letting this little pixie of a tattoo covered girl get away from him. He’s tired of trying to be perfect. Tonight, he can take this beautiful woman home and let out the bad boy he has kept hiding inside of him, just for one night. Brett Conlon is the only daughter and youngest child of a father that owns a chain of tattoo parlors with her three older brothers. She has a history of being somewhat of a wild child, and has a history of always choosing the worst boyfriends. Her dad is getting ready to open up a new tattoo parlor and Brett wants to run it. But she has to convince her dad that she can clean up her act, that she can handle it. As soon as AJ touched her, she knew she wanted to let him take her home. Just one night with him, one night to quit trying so hard to be good. Circumstances arise that cause Brett to ask AJ if he would be her fake boyfriend for just three weeks, to help to convince her dad that she is up to the task of running the new shop. AJ is just the sort of guy that would convince her dad that she has good judgement. And the best perk of all to AJ posing as her fake boyfriend is three more weeks of mind blowing sex. The more time these two spend together, the stronger their connection becomes. They are both better people when they are together. They laugh a lot, talk a lot, and have lots and lots of sex! AJ finds himself sharing things with Brett that he has never shared with anyone, not even his two best friends and co-owners of the club. But Brett starts to realize how conflicted AJ really is. He tries so hard to be perfect for everyone else but when they are alone, he lets his bad boy out. “He’d shown her exactly who he was that first night, and she found comfort in the knowledge that AJ didn’t hide himself from her. But he hid from everyone else. She wanted AJ to be as proud of himself as she was of him. Now she just had to convince him.” I loved this third installment of this series. I immediately fell in love with AJ’s bad boy side. I hated watching him struggle with keeping it hidden. And Brett was amazing and perfect for him. These two had chemistry hotter than fire and it was amazing. I’ve said before that I love epilogues and this one was perfect. As far as I know this is the final book in this series. I loved all three books and hope you’ll give them a try!
Healthy portrayal of individuality, respect, human sexuality, commitment, passion, & autonomy.
Perfect amount of storyline, great characters, and the perfect amount of heat. Very Passionate, with characters that have depth. Loved it. The best, i believe, in this series.
You will love it. Must read
Really loved this one. AJ --sigh
As posted on The Smutty Kitty reviewed by KittyKelly 4.5 out of 5 Licks Holy crap AJ is sooooooo not what he appeared to be in the previous books! He may come across as the sweet guy next door, but in the bedroom (or wherever else the mood strikes) he is anything but sweet. Brett is trying hard to give up her bad girl ways but AJ is making it very difficult. I love that Brett is not only a tattooed bad ass chick, she's also a tattoo artist. She strikes up a deal with AJ to help her father see that she's grown up and is responsible enough to run the new shop they are opening. AJ agrees as long as she agrees to let him show his dirty side. I enjoyed not only the hot, sexy side of this book but I also really liked the banter between Brett and AJ. They compliment each other so well and I love that she is the one labeled as "bad" rather than him. It's a fun twist I don't read to often anymore. One Night of Sin is still my absolute favorite in this series but this one is definitely a close second!
Elle Kennedy's After Hours series is one of my favorites in Brazen's line. I can always count on her to provide strong and sexy characters, a storyline I enjoy and smokin' hot sexy times. She continued the streak with One Night of Trouble. I absolutely devoured this book. I loved that AJ and Brett had a past – or, kinda, anyhow. I enjoyed the role reversal of him being the clean-cut "good guy" and her being the tattooed "bad girl." I loved even more that they were both so much more than the stereotypes the embodied. Underneath that All American exterior, AJ definitely had an edge – and he liked to talk dirty. I do appreciate a good dirty talking man. Rawr. There was a lot more to Brett than met the eye, too. She was far more concerned with how her family perceived her than you might imagine from outside appearances alone. I really liked them both. And I adored them together. They definitely brought out the best in each other. This just might be Elle's sexiest book yet. There's one scene (or, well, a number of smaller scenes) that I was certain was going to overheat my iPad. Her books have always been sexy, but this one moved into a whole different territory... and I liked it. A lot. Nothing like a little light BDSM and edging to spice things up. One Night of Trouble was a quick read. I really liked the characters, and enjoyed seeing how they fit in with the dynamic of the other characters in the After Hours series. If you like steamy romance with substance and you've not yet read Elle, I highly recommend you give her a shot. She's definitely one of my favorite Brazen authors. I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.
Oh, my…the good boy has gone bad…in all the right ways! Wow – what a great finish to this series! AJ has been the nicest guy throughout this series and he has turned over a new leaf…and can that boy dirty talk with the best of them! This was a fun read that had a bit of drama, some angst, and a whole lot of dirty in it. And I can't forget the laughter - AJ and Brett had me laughing out loud at times! AJ was just a study in contradictions. Mr. Nice Guy to everyone, always being the good son, never making waves or stepping out of line, always being the one to broker peace…until he decides that he needs a little release from the guilt that drives him to be Mr. Perfect for everyone. And when he meets Brett, he finally allows himself to take what he wants…and what he wants isn't part of his Mr. Nice Guy routine. Brett has her own set of problems she’s dealing with. She wants her family to take her more seriously, which means she has to keep walking the straight and narrow to prove she’s settled down from her partying ways and can be relied upon and trusted. And when she connects with AJ she finds the best of both worlds – the perfect guy to take home to the family, but also one who can be quite the naughty boy when it comes to the bedroom. These two were so perfect for each other and fun to watch together. There was some family drama built in to this story that provided a bit of angst, and I just loved how Brett handled the situation. AJ really had some issues to deal with, and Brett was just what he needed to resolving those issues. This was a great book and a great ending to this series. I would definitely recommend this to anyone looking for a quick, fun read with some sexy, dirty-talking alpha heroes and strong women who can go toe to toe with them. I received a copy of this book from the publisher for an honest review.
This was a fabulous book! It was really hot and quite an emotional read about accepting who you are inside. It was the third book in the 'After Hours' series, but can totally stand on it's own.
We didn't really learn a whole lot about AJ in the first two books--a partner in the club, Reed's best friend and Darcy's ex--that's about it. Oh, and a nice guy...kinda on the bland side, but really, really nice. Or is he? As often happens, when a character finally gets their own book, we get the real story. It turns out AJ's got a whole lot of bad inside him, just looking for the right girl to come along and let it out to play. Which Brett does--very nicely. ;) One Night of Trouble was a fun read--I enjoyed finally getting to know AJ, and Brett was a really strong character. I loved that she could see beyond the false front that AJ put up for everyone else and that she wasn't willing to let him continue to hide who he really was from the rest of the world. I definitely felt for her as well--the lone girl, growing up with all those brothers?--but she was more than up to the task. She really pulled her life around in the novel and wasn't willing to take less than she deserved from anyone. I did think that AJ's issues with his parents were solved just a tad bit too quickly and easily, though, considering how long they'd been in place and his general attitude toward them. (And where the heck are Brett's tats on the cover pic?) Still, I've really enjoyed this series, and its latest novel didn't disappoint. Rating: 4 stars / B+ I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
When AJ Walsh was a little boy, his older brother had an accident and died. AJ blames himself. His whole life he's tried to be the good son, the good friend, the good everything but he's always felt he never measured up to the image of his deceased brother. Especially to his parents. While tending bar one night, he meets Brett. She's a tattooed, pixie looking, spitfire. Brett needs to show her father that she's capable of managing their new tattoo parlor across town and she only has three weeks to do that. She needs to show him that she's making better choices. After one night together, AJ and Brett agree that if he pretends to be her boyfriend for three weeks, then she will show him a wild time, in bed and out of it. When you meet someone that you feel free to be your true self around, you keep her. The only problem was that AJ only showed himself to Brett and NO ONE ELSE. Does she really want to be with someone that is afraid to show his true self to his friends and family? I love this third book in the After Hours series. I'm so happy that AJ found himself a sexy little tattoo artist. Brett is great! I love her "take me as I am" attitude. She and AJ are perfect together. Their chemistry in and out of bed is explosive! I am hooked by the writing style of Elle Kennedy and I can't wait to read more. Received a copy in exchange for an honest review.
3.5 Stars Reviewed by Annie and posted at Under The Covers Book Blog Back in After Hours, sexual tension is brewing between two friends. AJ Walsh finally gets his book and I think it might be my favorite yet! As the people person, AJ not only popular with the ladies but it also mans the bar very well on his work nights. But an unexpected occurrence happens when Brent Conlon returns to the picture. Their chemistry is combustible, throwing both of them into some kind of primal heat. As expected, Kennedy wastes no time getting to the good parts. Each scene is wrought with sexual tension and passion and it isn’t until later that the complications arise when Brent’s family steps into the picture. I quite enjoyed AJ and Brent’s story. It’s sexy but this time, I think Kennedy added some realistic conflicts that made this story more interesting. So far, the previous books of the series have lacked that so I’m thrilled to see the author incorporate this more into her work. AJ was a thrill to read. While typically fun and easy going, his dominance in the bedroom was a nice surprise and certainly added to the heat level. If you’re a fan of Tessa Bailey’s style of writing then I would highly suggest trying this series out! *ARC provided by publisher
4 fun, sexy, alpha-hotness filled stars! I have been following the After Hours series, by Elle Kennedy, since the very beginning. I loved the previous books in this series and could not wait to get my hands on AJ's book. AJ was a bit of an enigma for me. The more I read about him in the previous books, the more I wanted to know what big secret he was hiding. I got to find out in One Night of Trouble, and it broke my heart! When Brett Conlon enters his life, AJ has no doubt that the little tattooed pixie will be the perfect person who can make him say SAYONARA to his Mr. Nice Guy reputation. Will she also be the one to make him want more? I really enjoyed this story. I usually read books about a good girl falling for the bad boy. This was a bit different. Brett is the wild one in this sexy couple and AJ is the good guy who wants nothing more than to take a walk on the wild side. AJ has lost himself. He always has done stuff for the approval of others and it's time for a change. Brett is exactly the person who can help him with that. What he does not expect is that Brett will open his eyes and show him who the real AJ Walsh is. Brett and AJ were a great couple to follow and I really loved their chemistry. They shared a lot of sexy times, but emotional and eye-opening moments as well. Their relationship was realistic and I think that is what made me connect with them from the very beginning. They both had insecurities and I loved how they talked to each other about what they wanted from life. It was nice to see them grow as a couple, but as individual as well. Brett wants to prove to her family that she can put her wild side in the past so that she can get involved in their family business, and AJ is proud to be working at Club Sin with Gage and Reed, but what bothers him is that his parents don't agree with some decisions he's made. Overall, the After Hours series by Elle Kennedy, has been a scorching reading escape! It was nice to reconnect with the couples from the previous books. I absolutely loved Skyler, Gage, Darcy and Reed. This was a great series, and I can't wait to see what Elle Kennedy will write next! I give, One Night of Trouble, by Elle Kennedy 4 fun, sexy, alpha-hotness filled stars!
Best book in this series! Love it when a author has me laughing.