Alana Gore is in danger. A take-no-prisoners publicist, her way with people has made her more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker is an entirely different matter. She needs a bodyguard, and the only man she can ask is not only ridiculously hot, but reputed to have taste for women that goes beyond adventurous.
Chandler Gamble has one rule: don't protect anyone you want to screw. But with Alana, he's caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. On one hand, Alana needs his help. On the other, Chandler wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she's at his complete mercy.
She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose...
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#1 New York Times and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you've heard about her state aren't true. 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 her Jack Russell Terrier, Loki.
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories...which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen, Disney/Hyperion, and Harlequin Teen. She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn for Entangled Publishing and HarperCollins.
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Tempting the Bodyguard
A Gamble Brothers Novel
By J. Lynn, Liz Pelletier
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2014 Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Spread across the recently polished coffee table, twenty letters were open and faceup. The faint smell of lemon lingered in the air, a scent that reminded Alana Gore of her grandmother's house. Granny Gore had been obsessed with Pine-Sol like it was a geriatric version of crack cocaine. Everything, including the hardwood floors, had been doused in the stuff. As a small child, Alana had spent many of her afternoons after school using the hallway downstairs in the quiet home as a Slip'N Slide.
Granny had always kept everything neat and clean, to the point that it was borderline disturbing, which explained why Alana, as an adult, couldn't stand things to be displaced or messy. Everything had to be in order and have a purpose.
And what was resting on her coffee table definitely was not a part of the plan — of any plan.
Alana took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Well, shit on a shitter."
Granny rolled over in her grave.
Cursing was unladylike, and while Alana strived to maintain a sensible, responsible image, in private, she cursed like a street thug in the middle of a drug deal gone baaaad. A habit she'd picked up in high school and hadn't been able to break since.
She leaned forward and picked up the most recent letter, the one that had arrived in the mail today — the one she had been dreading since February.
After working to repair the notorious reputation — which she had done so spectacularly, like always — of Chad Gamble, all- star pitcher for the Nationals, she'd decided to stay in Washington, D.C. There was something about the nation's capital that had drawn her in, and she really hadn't put roots down in L.A., not the kind that had her yearning to return home while traveling for work. All she had there was a small condo, and besides, she'd wanted out of the city for other reasons.
Like the letters lying on her table.
In her mind, moving to D.C. should've stopped this, because who would've seriously put effort into finding her clear across the country, in a different time zone? Someone who was absolutely psychotic.
And, well, that was problematic.
Smoothing the stray hairs at her temples, she cursed again. A nice, juicy little F-bomb. Her hands were not shaking. She was fine. They were just stupid letters from someone who was obviously on the deranged side of things. Letters couldn't hurt people.
But these letters ...
Alana picked up the newest one, her lips compressing into a tight, tense line that would surely give her premature wrinkles. A shudder worked its way down her spine as she read the letter for the tenth time.
"God," she whispered, shaking her head.
This letter wasn't much different than the nineteen that had come before it. All had been annoying and slightly disturbing, but nothing major, because after all, she'd made more enemies than friends over the last couple of years. But this one terrified her. Made her feel overexposed and paranoid, as if someone were stalking her.
"Obviously someone is, dumbass," she muttered, willing her hand to stop trembling.
The envelope the letter had come in was white and this time, unlike all the other times, it was postmarked from Arlington, Virginia. Before, they'd come from the San Fernando Valley, California.
The letter itself was plain, cheap printer stock. Thin and without any embellishments. Didn't she deserve at least card stock and some elegant flowery border? She snorted, but the humor was short-lived. The words on the paper weren't funny.
Bitches like you don't deserve to live when all you do is ruin lives.
What a charming opening line, she thought. The letter went on from there, like the others, rambling about how she shouldn't be able to sleep at night and that he — she assumed it was a he — would be watching. The big difference this time, besides the fact that he'd found her in D.C., was the ending.
I'll be seeing you tonight.
Her breath caught and pressure seized her chest.
It didn't matter how many times she'd read that last line. Each time her eyes crawled across those five words, she felt the burn in her throat, the building in the back of her mouth. She wanted to scream, and she never screamed.
Placing the letter beside the others in a neat line, she then stood on weak legs. Her fingers icy and numb, she walked across the living room to the window overlooking the teeming street below. Traffic was snarled due to the rush hour and sidewalks were packed. Branches on a few late-blooming cherry blossoms in the distance swayed.
Her gaze moved from the faint pink blossoms to the people scurrying along the sidewalk and darting across the street, dodging taxis and towncars.
Could he be down there right this second, watching her?
She stopped herself from backing away from the window, from caving into fear, and squeezed her eyes shut. No way could she allow herself to think that. She'd end up like her mother then. She wouldn't let this ... this fucker do this to her. Only she had control of her life and her choices.
"Focus," she said, rubbing tiny circles along her temples.
She twisted away from the window and opened her eyes. The room was minimalistic in design, muted colors of black and gray. As a kid, she'd wanted everything to be in Rainbow Brite colors. That was before she'd developed something called taste.
Or before she'd ended up with the stick up her ass.
Wasn't that what Chad had said to her once during her assignment? He wouldn't have been the first to say it. Or the last.
Her heels clicked off the hardwood floor as she went back to the coffee table. She dropped her hands to her hips, her eyes narrowing behind her glasses. She had to fix this, gain control of the situation. It was the only option. But doing so required that she take the threats seriously. Ignoring these letters, like she had been for the last year, was like ignoring an ache that wouldn't go away. No good shit comes from that.
She needed to figure out who was behind these letters, and that wasn't going to be easy. Granny always said that her brass balls — lovely — were never going to win her any friends or a husband.
Apparently, they had won her a stalker, though.
That had to count for something.
Alana had quite the list of people who had reason to be upset with her, too. But to send her threatening letters for a year? The latest even going as far as to warn that he'd be seeing her tonight? Sure, she ticked people off with her hard-nosed tactics, but those facts had to narrow down the pool of suspects. While she had excellent sleuthing skills, that's not what she needed tonight.
She needed protection.
And she knew who to go to.
Hopefully he would be wearing more than boxers this time around. Although, she wasn't going to complain about the eyeful she had gotten when she'd tracked down Chad to his brother's house nearly three months ago.
Through the course of her career working with sports stars and actors, she had seen a lot of good-looking men — men who would have sensible women all across the nation dropping their panties. But that man, the eldest Gamble brother, had officially been the hottest male she'd ever laid eyes on. She wasn't sure if it was the wild shoulder-length hair or those startling blue eyes. Or it could've been those incredibly wide shoulders that would make any woman feel petite, or that rock-hard chest and those abs ...
"What am I doing?" She smacked her forehead with her palm, pushing those thoughts aside.
Going to him for help had nothing to do with envisioning him in those boxers or showing off those hard, naked abs, no matter how touchable those abs appeared to be. And the last thing she needed to be doing right now was mentally molesting the man. It was highly unlikely that he'd be happy to see her, but he sort of owed her his services. She had played a rather excellent matchmaker when it came to his brother and Ms. Rodgers.
She was still waiting on that wedding invitation.
Scooping up the letters, Alana placed them inside a file folder labeled asshole and shoved the folder into her leather satchel. She left her apartment, in search of a very different type of asshole.
* * *
Chandler Gamble's phone vibrated in the pocket of his jeans for the second time in the last hour. He needed to continue ignoring it. He should ignore it. What was going on in front of him should have his undivided attention. Any other time, it would.
On her knees between his widespread legs, Paula was in a position he doubted she was normally in when it came to her day job, being a district attorney and all. She ran her hands up and down his thighs, each pass bringing the tips of her red-painted fingernails to the center of his legs. Her movements were well practiced. She knew what he liked.
The red corset she wore was laced up tight, practically shoving her caramel-colored breasts up to her chin. Some men were into breasts, others more about the ass. Chandler was into the female body in general. All of it. But when he was with Paula, he turned into a breast man. Those things were the stuff that wet dreams were made of.
But tonight? The last couple of months? The head on his shoulders was doing more thinking than any other place on his body, which was kind of a damn shame.
Paula slipped a hand up the inside of his thigh. "I've missed you."
He laughed, sliding farther down in the oversize cushioned chair, spreading his legs farther. "No you didn't."
Her pretty lips pouted. "You haven't come to see me since February. Or anyone, from what I've heard."
A brow rose. He didn't like the idea of anyone keeping tabs on him.
"You haven't even been to the club," she said.
"That's not like you." She placed her hands on the chair between his legs, drawing his eyes down to her impressive chest. For some reason, he imagined much smaller breasts plumped up over the lacy trim and little bows.
And there were about a million different things wrong with that.
Irritated, he scrubbed the palm of his hand along his jaw. The faint stubble pricked his skin. What the hell was wrong with him? He'd been at Leather and Lace for almost an hour now and by this time he would've already been behind a woman, his hands on her hips, sliding in and out.
"Want to talk?" she asked, pushing back from the chair and clasping her hands demurely.
He laughed drily. "No, honey, but thanks."
One delicate, satiny shoulder rose. "You sure? You're moody and quiet by nature, babe, but disappearing for months? I was worried."
Chandler bit back another laugh. That wasn't likely. Paula was good, great even. And their sexual ... tastes matched, but when he wasn't around, there was always someone else. Like him, she enjoyed sex. Lots, really, except lately, he'd been only getting it on with his hand.
"I don't want to talk," he said again.
Thick lashes lowered as she toyed with the knot between her breasts. "No talking? I can do that."
He watched her rise fluidly. Paula was a tall woman, and in her "come fuck me" heels, she nearly reached his six feet and four inches. She pivoted gracefully, and he got an eyeful of her ass. The scrap of lace between her cheeks revealed more than it hid as she swayed her way over to the chaise longue across from him.
It was a nice view — a beautiful view. Paula's skin was like smooth coffee, and he knew from personal experience that an hour with that woman could make you forget a year of life, but ...
Any other time he'd be as hard as a brick wall and ready to go ... and to go again, but the lust stirring in his veins wasn't anything to write home about. He definitely wasn't feeling what little Miss Paula was.
She cast a look over her shoulder as she bit down on her lip. Still nothing at all. She placed a shapely knee on the lounge and bent over, planting her hands near the top of the chair, and then brought her other leg up. Nice — very nice.
And yet there was really nothing happening in his jeans.
Bending down, she stuck her ass in the air. "I think I've been naughty, Chandler."
He cocked a brow. "You have?"
She blinked innocently. "I think I need to be punished."
Fine, barely there tendrils of lust stirred in his gut. Okay. It was official. His cock had taken a vacay into celibacy land. Fuck. Him.
Tipping his head back, he stifled a groan. What in the fuck was he even doing here? It was either this or hang out with his brothers, and who in the hell in their right mind wanted to do that shit? All Chase and Chad talked about were their women. Not that he begrudged them their happiness, but shit, it was like hanging out with two old women. Especially since Chad was knee-deep in wedding plans.
And if he had to hear about the difference between ivory and white one more time, he was going to shoot someone.
Hell, ask him a year ago if he thought the playboy of the three of them would be the one to marry first, and he would've laughed straight in your face. But Chase was in love. And so was their pro baseball player brother, Chad. Despite the shit they'd dealt with growing up.
The thing was, and contrary to everyone's assumption of him — including his brothers — Chandler didn't have any problems with the idea of settling down. While those who were unaware of the Gamble brothers' upbringing thought Chandler was the most affected by it due to his ... habits and the fact he rarely stayed with one woman, truth was, he had enough common sense to know that not all relationships were like his parents'. Spending time with the Daniels family — Chase's fiancée's family — had helped prove that men and women could live happily together and all that shit. In reality, he had always been the least affected by his bastard of a father and train wreck of a mother.
He just hadn't met the woman he wanted to be with for more than a few hours here and there or involve in any aspect of his life.
Yes, you have, whispered an annoying-as-fuck voice.
Yeah, he was going to push that thought right out of his head.
He really should get the fuck out of here. The lack of interest was one of the reasons why he hadn't frequented Leather and Lace lately. And this was the only place he'd do this in. He never brought women back to his home. In fact, Chad's ex — publicist from hell had been the only woman to ever get a pretty little foot through his front door.
His cell started vibrating again.
Jesus H. Christ.
Leaning back in his chair, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell. Curiosity perked when he saw that it was his office number. "Murray?"
"Thanks for answering the phone in a timely manner," a deep, gravelly voice said.
Chandler's lips tipped up at the corners. "I've been busy." Which was utter bullshit, since all he'd been doing was sitting here, staring at a half-naked woman, with the limpest dick in town. "What's up?"
"There was this lady here looking for you."
He arched a brow as Paula glanced over her bare shoulder again and licked her plump red lips. "Did she say what she needed?"
"I'd assume she was looking to hire us. Actually, you," he replied, and the sound of fingers tapping along a keyboard echoed in the background. "She asked for you directly."
Strange. Most people who came looking for his services didn't ask for him. He owned and ran CCG Security, and on very rare cases, he took the jobs instead of letting his team handle them. Very rare. "What's her name?"
"She didn't leave one."
"And you didn't ask?" His brows lowered.
Murray snorted. "Of course I did, but she didn't give it to me. And before you ask, she was out the door and down the street before I could get my gimpy ass out of the chair and follow her to get her tags."
About three weeks ago, Murray had taken a nasty gunshot to the leg during a security detail in Chicago and was now on desk duty for at least another three weeks. Shit happened. Chandler had a matching bullet wound on his arm and his thigh from an incident a few years back.
Shaking her lace-covered ass at him, Paula purred softly.
All right. That managed to get his attention. His jeans tightened by the slightest measure, but still. He got this hard when he saw a 1969 Dodge Charger in mint condition.
Maybe he needed to see his doctor about low testosterone or something.
"What did she look like?" he asked, sliding forward on the chair as he sent Paula an apologetic look.
Murray sighed. "Mean."
"Mean as in cup your balls, she's a scary lady."
A strange feeling crawled up the back of his neck. "What did she look like, Murray? A bit more descriptive, if you have the time."
"She had dark hair — dark brown with matching dark eyes. Wore glasses," he went on, and Chandler's hand tightened around the slim phone. "Wearing a black pantsuit and black heels. I could tell you that she looked plain, but also like the kind of woman —"
"Did she leave a number or anything?" he interrupted, that strange sensation now crawling over his skull. Muscles clenched in his stomach.
"Nope. She bounced like a ball when I said you weren't here."
His mouth opened, but there were no words. The image that came to mind was Miss Gore. Sounded like her, but that made no sense. There was no reason why she would seek him out. Not like she didn't know where his brother Chad, her former client, lived.
It couldn't be her.
"Call me immediately if she comes back," he said.
Murray laughed. "That's what I've been doing. Try answering the phone next time."
There wasn't much Chandler could say to that. He hung up, sliding the phone back into his pocket. His mind was still on the conversation, on the bizarre possibility ...
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This may have been the best Gamble brothers book of all and now there are no more brothers! I hope to see more Brazen Entangled from this author!
Loved it,loved it,loved it! I waited for this last Gamble book & these characters will always get to me.The kind of series read again and again.
So, I have to say that I am totally surprised at my adoration of this book. I mean, I loved the first two in this series. I really thought for sure that the second one would be my favorite, after all this one is about the oldest brother. But OMGosh does this book just work. And it works you! Why can there not be more Gamble brothers? Only three? I am going to go through withdrawal! Blurb from Goodreads: A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint... He can protect her from everyone except himself. Alana Gore is in danger. A take-no-prisoners publicist, her way with people has made her more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker is an entirely different matter. She needs a bodyguard, and the only man she can ask is not only ridiculously hot, but reputed to have taste for women that goes beyond adventurous. Chandler Gamble has one rule: don't protect anyone you want to screw. But with Alana, he's caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. On one hand, Alana needs his help. On the other, Chandler wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she's at his complete mercy. She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose.. Not a big fan of the covers of these books. They are rather generic. But, the phrase don't judge a book by it's cover definitely fits in this book! If you haven't read the first two books in this series, no worries. While it might be nice to understand the relationship of the brothers and a few other characters, it's not necessary. Lynn does a good job with describing how they are intertwined and you can just read this and be happy with it. Alana, we've met her before. She was Chad's publicist in book #2. And she wasn't really liked then! In this book we certainly see a different side of her. She's much more vulnerable than she would ever let on. She comes off as tough as nails, which she is, but she has this side to her that feels guilty about what she's done to get to where she needs to be. She's always been more of a loner but in this book we see a totally different side of her. She takes care of her needs in this book. And she goes after what she wants, although she denies it for a while just to get us worked up. Chandler, I wasn't sure I would like him with his bruteness and long hair. But honestly I grew to totally enjoy him in this book. He hard ass for sure, but he's got this softer side that you would never see coming. I was not expecting him to be so caring. And sexy. I didn't think I would find him swoon worthy but holy moly he becomes just that. What I saw in the other books was not what he became in this book at all! He's refreshing and not like what you would imagine. I thought for sure he was like Chad with his fear of commitment but he's so different than what I thought! We see old characters in this book. It was nice to know their back stories but not totally necessary. I think that is one of the things I love about this series. You can definitely read them as stand alones. And Lynn makes the book fast paced and suspenseful. Definitely more than the prior books. Of course Chandler is in that profession, being a body guard and owning such a business. It was fun to watch them figure out just exactly who was stalking Alana (although I will admit I figured it out when that character was introduced). And holy moly, the sex. If you do not like sex scenes, you cannot read this book. They had me blushing at some parts. And while this is not total erotica, it certainly has some of those elements. And Chandler, who has had some more freaky tastes in the past (from what we know about him from books 1 and 2) really takes on a different way about him when it comes to being with Alana. He bowes to her needs and wants and what he thinks she needs. It's sweet and totally irresistible. Lynn infuses a sexy and steamy romance into a thrilling ride. I love her writing and how it flows so well. Her pacing is on key and you itch to know exactly where this book is going and how it will end. If you like hot sex scenes, banter, and overall swooniness, then you need to read Lynn's books. She has an amazing way of making you feel sexy and vulnerable and down right hot!
I have been waiting for Chandler's book for a while now! After seeing his and Alana's brief meeting in Chad's book, I could not wait to read their story as I knew it would be fun, sexy, and downright HOT! Pacing: I felt the pacing was great on this one. J.Lynn jumps right in with the attraction between Alana and Chandler, but it didn't feel forced at all. In fact, it was downright hot! Alana wants to hire him for his bodyguard services though- not his ah, other ones. Storyline: The storyline in this one was a lot of fun. Being in public relations and repairing self images, Alana Gore hasn't earned the best reputation. She's damn good at her job, but the way she has gone about it hasn't always been the gentlest. She blackmailed Bridget, Chad Gamble's now fiancé and hasn't quite been forgiven. After receiving threatening letters, she knows she has to do something as her safety is on the line. She gets in touch with the eldest Gamble brother to enlist his protection services. She goes to extreme lengths to track him down and I was dying laughing at how bold and brazen Alana is! Upon going to Chandler for his help, she knows a physical relationship with him would be highly inappropriate, but sometimes propriety be damned! The two get even closer as Alana's threats become more than just letters. Alana is quite headstrong and determined, but this stalker has got even her shaken up and Chandler won't let her endanger herself so he brings her to stay with him. I really like the suspense of finding out who was behind everything, even though I had my suspicions of who it was. Their attraction and sexual tension is off the charts, but Alana has some deeper issues that keep her from going all in with Chandler. Characters: I really enjoyed Alana and Chandler. Chandler was such a great guy and I am so glad we got his book because he deserves happiness too. He's not jaded like his brothers are. He doesn't let his parents crap relationship affect his own. He has chosen not to do serious relationships, not because he felt he wasn't good enough for one, but just because he hasn't found the right one to settle down with. However, meeting Alana has really been the game changer for him. He loves her no-nonsense attitude and that she's tough as nails. However, Alana has a vulnerable side as we see here. She's a runner, as she's afraid of ending up like her mother, who was obsessed with the idea of being in love- only to have it break her heart. Alana tries her best to keep Chandler from getting too close, but when Chandler wants something- he goes after it! Final Thoughts: I enjoyed this one a lot. I love how sexy and steamy the romance was and the storyline was engaging from start to finish. J.Lynn is one of my auto-buy authors, as the woman can do no wrong!
A Very Tempting Read You Will Not Want To Miss! Rating: 4 1/2 stars The story gets so hot and sexy that I had to open a window to cool things down. I love the language that this author used because it sets the tone of the friction between Alana and Chandler. And sometimes language just has to be a little “colorful”. As I get comfortable and immerse myself, I could almost hear our main characters talk to each other. I find that the more I like an author’s work; I can actually hear the conversations in my head. A great author will draw his/her readers into their story and not let you go until the last word is read. If this is your first contact with the Gamble brothers, and you haven’t had a chance to enjoy the other two books, why not tempt yourself and read Tempting the Best Man and Tempting the Player. I don’t see how you can go wrong by having this author in your library. I was tempted, are you?
Out of curiosity, I recently counted the number of JLA books I have read. That number is twenty five- holy crap twenty five! You would think that after that many books one would get tired of an author, but it just never happens. Each and every book of hers manages to grab me and hold me hostage. Tempting The Bodyguard was no exception. I was actually a bit surprised by how much I loved this book. I’m not sure why, but I didn’t think I would love this one as much as the others in this series. Well, I was completely wrong. Turns out Tempting The Bodyguard was my favorite of the three. I loved the way Alana and Chandler played off one another and the romance was off the charts. The steam!!! *fans self* It was incredibly hot. It may be her hottest book yet. However, there was also more to it. There was substance and character growth and a touch of danger. It all blended together to make the best Gamble Brothers book yet. I’m not going to lie; I was very leery about Alana. She was not the easiest character to like in Tempting The Player, and for good reason. I ended up loving Alana. I loved her determination and tenacity and I loved that underneath the façade she had flaws too. She was scared and commitment truly freaked her out. She latched on to her job and took it seriously because it was all she had. She didn’t believe in failing and that is something to be admired. It was interesting to have the woman be the one afraid of commitment, a bit of role reversal. Chandler is my new favorite Gamble brother. My gosh. I think it was just how determined he was. He wanted something and he went for it; that was it. He was not one to mess around or deny his feelings. He didn’t play games. He saw Alana and he liked her and that was that, he went after her. He was also fiercely protective and sweet and cocky, but charming. It was all very endearing. He didn’t let his parent’s mistakes affect him and he made his own way in life. He put his brothers in their place when necessary and he was always there for Alana when she needed him (even when she denied that she needed him; Miss Controlling that she is). Everything about him just combined to make a great guy. And I just cannot help myself from stating this next sentence: Chandler can guard my body any day. It was nice seeing the rest of the gang again and seeing how they are doing in life. Everyone is moving along and I just love seeing them living their happily ever after’s. I also loved that there was some mystery thrown in with the storyline. The focus was Chandler and Alana, but there was also the mystery of Alana’s stalker which gave the story just that much more. Tempting The Bodyguard was a great read and fans of the series will not be disappointed. Chandler and Alana have fantastic banter and fantastic chemistry. Do not miss this one.
We've had a wait for the third book in the Gamble Brothers, and Chandler was worth it, because of the three brothers, he has become my favourite. With his way with words and dominant protective yet understanding nature, there was very little not to love about the man. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you need this as badly as I do and you will not regret a second of this.” We met Alana in #2 as Chad's hard-nosed unpopular harpy of a publicist. A stubborn, organised commitment-phobe with a penchant for less than ladylike language, she has a stalker, and there is only one man she can think of turning to, Chandler. Beneath the steely façade is a scared woman and every one of Chandler's protective dominant instincts kick in, both inside and outside of the bedroom. “I want to look my fill, so when it’s later and I’m alone, all I have to do is close my eyes to see your body while I make myself come. Jennifer Armentrout has a habit of teasing her readers with plenty of build-up; I've read enough of her books to know that this is a regular occurrence. And whilst Chandler and Alana do embark on some fairly steamy (and repetitive) pre-deed shenanigans, the actual deed was a long time coming and I have to confess that when I got to 60% with nothing further than foreplay going down (pun intended), my brain was screaming get it on already. Their chemistry sizzled, but it was too drawn out; everything was squeezed into the last 40% and I felt the stalker element of the storyline fell flat - I had already sussed the culprit out way in advance. But I did enjoy their banter; Alana is snarky and snippy and gives Chandler a run for his money. I didn't expect him to be the gentle giant he was, I expected and would have liked his dominance to shine more, but his patience unleashes the true Alana and this brought the touching moments. It didn't blow me away but it's a good addition to the series. I received a copy of this courtesy of Entangled Publishing for an honest and unbiased opinion.
I still liked this one a lot, but it's probably my least favorite of the series. I knew Alana would frustrate me going into the book, but she wasn't that bad actually. She was a lot better once you actually get in her head and understand her more, but she did still have her times where I wanted to smack her upside the head. I really liked Chandler as well. He is very entertaining just like his brothers. I like how he calms Alana down and can get through to her. I enjoyed the storyline and thought it was quite interesting. I wish there was more cross over with the other 2 Gamble brothers, but I loved the parts we did get, especially the epilogue.
Have never felt compelled to write a review until now. All I can say is - please God, let there be a fourth Gamble brother out there that we haven't met yet! I read all three books in one week and I'm dying for more!! Smart writing with a "real" feel that I think you don't find with many romance writers. Highly recommend all three Gamble brothers books (in order, if you can, but still excellent reads regardless of order!)
Great book. I liked how it wrapped the series of books together at the end.
Such a great quick read!
this series is amazing i loved them.
This is the 3rd book in the Gamble brother series and its my favorite of them. Hot and steamy. I couldnt put it down. Too bad there isnt a 4th brother.