New to the Big Apple, the last thing Lexie Bloom needs is to fall for two guys at once. Especially when she can’t have either. One is her personal trainer, an Adonis way out of her league. The other? A Brit Lit professor her svelte boss insists she woo for her—via text message, no less. Little does she know, the two are the same man…
Matthew Hennessey is intrigued by his shy new client at the gym. But before he gets the chance to ask her out, he discovers she’s the one crafting the flirty texts sent to him by a woman who wouldn’t know Lord Byron from Lady Gaga. To get to know her better, he allows Lexie to play her role. She may have given up on the idea of romance, but Matthew’s bound and determined to show her love is alive and well in New York City.
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Text Me, Maybe
A Single in the City Story
By Jolyse Barnett, Candace Havens
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Alexandra Bloom tugged her XL sweatshirt down over curvy hips and whistled under her breath. Wow. Her new firm's fitness center was unlike any gym she'd ever seen, with its high ceilings, gleaming oak floors, and killer view of the East Side. She should've known. This was Park Avenue in Manhattan, not Broad Street in Philly. For some reason, when her coworkers had mentioned this place, she'd pictured a gray, musty space with cement block walls.
Nope. Definitely nothing like Rocky or anything she'd ever seen back in rural Pennsylvania. And the music? The frenetic techno beat that vibrated the soles of her new cross-trainers was nothing like Top 40 or the twang of Country.
Everything here was so different.
Stop. No homesickness allowed. New York's where I need to be.
Taking a deep breath, she scanned the row of occupied cardio machines for any sign of Isabella, her coworker and friend of three weeks, or one of those friendly personal trainers Jacob & Carnes's Human Resources Department had promised were part of the package.
"Hey!" Isabella waved from across the room, running top speed on a treadmill as if it were a walk in Central Park. The woman could be the kind easy to hate — tall and slender, with shimmering black hair and a smooth, olive complexion — if she weren't so damned sweet and full of positive energy.
Lexie jogged over to the treadmill. "Sooo ... this is where everyone goes after work on a Friday night?"
"Gotta work off all those mocha lattes and Auntie Annie's pretzels." Isabella laughed, glancing at the treadmill's readout. "I'll be finished in thirty. You want this if nothing else opens up?"
"I'd hoped one of those guys in the powder blue polo shirts would be available, but looks like I'm out of luck." Lexie stared dreamily at all the trainers working with other clients.
"Gotta schedule them in advance." Her friend hooked a manicured thumb in the direction of a small, glass-partitioned room behind them. "You want to stretch for a bit and do some weights while you wait, chica?"
"Uh, sure." Lexie eyed the empty weight room. "Good idea," she added, trying her best to be upbeat and confident. "See you in a few." Well, at least there wouldn't be anyone to see her screw up, right?
But doubt crept in when she reached the doorway and was greeted by a rack of dumbbells, medicine balls, two padded benches, and bar weights. Eek. Talk about intimidating. Just because she knew their names didn't mean she had a clue how to use them. Pushing out thoughts of catching the subway back to her Lower East Side apartment, she made a beeline for the poster taped to the back wall.
Lexie stared at the stick figures holding barbells in a variety of positions. The barbell went ... Okay, but if it went there, how did it stay ...
She tilted her head to try to decipher the images from another angle.
Nope. No use.
Shifting her weight, she stared down at her freshly manicured nails, one of the unspoken expectations at her new firm — like wearing heels and not flats. Or participating in J&C events. Yeah, that. If she wanted to survive the company's 5K in five weeks, she'd better get her butt in gear. Duffel tossed aside, she stepped onto a nearby mat and began to stretch.
Fifteen minutes later, she'd completed her impromptu warm-up but there still weren't any open cardio spots, and nine long minutes remained until Isabella's was available. She shrugged. Might as well give the weights a try. The straight bar on the floor near the mirrored back wall was already loaded. Walking over to take a closer look, she read the weights. 25 lbs.? Packed suitcases weighed more.
She rubbed her hands together, crouched next to the bar and reached out. Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her fingers over the cold metal and slid her hands shoulder width apart. Easy peasy. Now what?
"Want a spotter?"
Lexie rocked back on her heels and peeked through the strands of brown hair that had escaped her ponytail.
Black bike shorts stared back at her, molding muscular thighs and —
"Oh ..." Cheeks burning, she tore her gaze away.
The owner of the impressive bulge cleared his throat.
She scrambled to her feet, and powder blue filled her world, the shirt hugging six-pack abs, a massive sculpted chest, and large, well-defined shoulders.
Well, well, well. I'd wanted a trainer.
Thor with a haircut held out a large, utterly capable looking hand. "Let me help."
Lexie waved him off. "No need. I've got it." Where had that breathless voice come from? And why couldn't she stop staring? Was it the strong jaw or the killer smile or the warm, hazel eyes? She glanced at the name embroidered on the polo. Not Thor, Matthew.
He threaded long fingers through his thick, brown hair.
Her hands itched to join his. What was wrong with her tonight? First the sexy kitten voice, now the temptation to touch. Stepping back, she caught a glimpse of his backside in one of the mirrors. Yup, as fine as the front, every inch sheer, chiseled perfection. She licked her lips, mouth suddenly dry.
Matthew tilted his head. "First time?"
Lexie nodded, unable to get her brain to coordinate with her mouth, and all her mouth wanted to do was latch onto that delicious skin where his neck met his shoulder. "I ..." What was the question?
His gaze fixed on her sweatshirt logo. "Lehigh University?"
Get a grip. It's just bone and muscle in a really nice arrangement. Right?
"Graduated four years ago." There was that silky, sexy voice coming out of her again. Oh God ... "You?"
"NYU. Ten years." The trainer stepped closer, stance wide and hands on hips. "Noticed you've got a good grip. Want to give it a shot?"
She gazed through the glass partition. Isabella and the others seemed so far away. They might as well be in another world. Why not take advantage of the trainer's, um, expertise? "That's why I'm here." She rubbed her sweaty palms on the front of her yoga pants before moving around the bar to crouch into position.
He stepped behind her. "Let's try a simple set of squats, then."
Lexie's mind went blank as he leaned over her and she was enveloped by male scent and heat. The tingling warmth between her legs spread to her stomach and thighs. She felt restless. Wanton. Womanly. If she leaned back —
"Whoa." Strong fingers gripped her waist and slid beneath the college sweatshirt as she teetered backward. She gasped, her cotton T-shirt offering little protection from Matthew's searing touch and compounding her inability to think. And, apparently, to balance ...
His voice rasped in her ear, the scent of mint tickling her nose. "See why I need to be so close? Don't want you falling over."
Lexie exhaled in a dazed whoosh, nerve endings on high alert, and focused on the twin points of contact that had settled on either side of her waist. Did he feel it, too?
"Point your toes forward. That'll help keep you steady." His tone was matter-of-fact.
On autopilot, she shifted.
"That's it. Now I'll rest the bar on your shoulders at the base of your neck. You hold on to it around those smooth rings. Got it?"
Lexie gripped the bar tight, her palms slick. She was a guest at the fitness center. Matthew was just doing his job. She needed to remain professional, too. No matter how much his perfection sparked her imagination.
Not to mention her libido.
If only she could stop imagining his rock hard thighs and strong, capable hands assisting her with far more intimate, satisfying exercises than squats. Lexie whipped her head around — away from his deep voice and delicious lips — and sucked in a horrified gasp at the sight of their reflections.
Talk about a reality check.
Where Matthew was the epitome of self-control and beauty, she, well ... wasn't. Not even close. She liked food and was more of a cerebral girl than an athlete — and her generous muffin top and junk in the trunk were the tangible proof.
But in the presence of such a gorgeous man, Lexie began to consider bettering herself for reasons other than her original goal of networking with a coworker.
Prurient, hedonistic reasons.
Because there was no way she'd bare skin with a man so physically perfect unless she was confident in hers, too.
"Got it?" he asked, voice patient as he crouched behind her.
Matthew's question pulled her out of the uncharacteristic, shallow-end-of-the-pool musings. "Yup," she muttered. It wasn't so bad just standing with the weight on her back.
"I'm right here. Don't worry. Need lighter weights?"
She lifted her chin. His tone, a dare, combined with her sudden desire to succeed at all costs, spurred her on. "I'm good."
"Okay, now for the hard part." A smile entered his husky voice. "The actual squat. Don't forget to breathe. When you're ready, take a deep breath, brace your body, and pretend like you're sitting down. Don't let go of that breath until you're finishing standing back up. One smooth movement. Use the power in your core and legs, not your back."
"But ... how do I know when to sit back up?" she squeaked.
Matthew put his hand on her hip, and his very touch left fire in its wake. "You feel this? The crease in your hip? Once this goes past your knees — we call that breaking parallel — stand up."
She turned, her long ponytail swishing across his broad chest. "I don't know if I can do that." He was too close, and she was too uncoordinated and out-of-condition.
Not to mention awestruck.
"You want to get in shape?" he coaxed.
Lexie scrunched her nose. I want to be bold. "Maybe if you back up, I'll have enough room. I don't want to bump into you."
He laughed. "Don't worry about me, darlin'. It's my job to protect bottoms from the hard floor. You can't hurt me."
She sensed his gaze on her backside. My bottom? "Well, since you put it that way ..." Refusing to consider how ridiculous she looked as she bent into the butt-sticking-out-position, Lexie focused on the movement and the count, ignoring the warm breath teasing her neck. This was just exercise. Nothing personal going on here. No siree, Bob.
Although it felt pretty damned personal when the backs of her thighs brushed against the warm, sculpted tops of his, and her bottom nestled against his groin. Oh, my. She stifled a gasp.
He does notice me.
Lexie lurched forward and he grasped her waist, regaining a respectable inch or so of air between their private parts. "You've got it." His voice was strained. "Nice. Plenty deep enough to call it a real squat."
"I almost fell forward," she breathed, unable to fathom that her Plain Janeness had turned on a mighty real-life Thor.
"Just focus on keeping the bar centered and your balance will take care of itself."
Trapped somewhere between confused and exhilarated, Lexie repeated the sequence while he coached her step by step. And holy crap, he was right. Balancing the weight on her back was all about aligning the bar with her body. By the third rep, she was no longer in danger of falling forward. "There." She exhaled, waiting until he took the bar before turning to face him as he deftly set it on the mat.
"Yes." Matthew's eyes glimmered. "You did it. Good job."
"Thanks." She ducked her head, unsure how to react to the pleasant warmth that swept through her at his simple compliment. Maybe she could ask him to be her trainer?
"We still on for tonight?"
She spun around at the sound of another woman's voice to find a fit, petite blonde sporting teal spandex poised in the doorway. Kelly something, from HR.
Lexie pressed her lips together and glanced down at her hands as a less enjoyable heat crept up her neck. Her imagination must've been playing tricks on her. The Plain Janes of the world might get a hunky trainer's fleeting attention, but women like Kelly were the ones that captured it. And from the earnest expression on the woman's face, Matthew had captured hers, too. A heavy, sinking sensation settled in her chest.
"Give me fifteen," he responded gruffly.
"Excellent," Kelly chirped, her voice full of promise. "I'll be at the bench press."
Resisting a sudden, irrational urge to run over and slam the door behind the other woman, Lexie tore free of the trainer's force field and escaped to the corner for her water bottle. She tipped her head back and drank, emptying her mind of ridiculous thoughts like he's mine and you can't have him. Slowly, sanity returned as the refreshing liquid quenched her parched throat. All her bodily systems returned to normal.
Or as normal as possible under the circumstance.
Lexie turned to meet the trainer's hooded gaze, and her breath hitched, the tingling anticipation much like when she'd sat dead center in Orchestra Row J with the curtain about to open.
"Sorry." He shrugged. "I've another appointment."
Trying not to read disappointment in his casual gesture, she tapped the water bottle closed as an odd melancholy washed over her. "I understand."
Matthew took a step toward her, his voice upbeat. "But hey, you did well for a first-timer."
Lexie adjusted her sweatshirt and stood a little taller as she met his eyes. "I did. Thanks." She brushed off the sadness and felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips, a seed of satisfaction growing inside her from having completed the sets. Maybe she could be bold.
He pushed a hand into his shirt's tech pocket and pulled a card out from behind his iPod. "I'm here weekday evenings five to nine — if you're interested."
Silence stretched between them. It wasn't just the words, it was how he said them, as if he wondered whether she liked him as a man. If I'm interested? Have you looked in one of the hundred mirrors in this place, guy? She accepted the business card. "Matthew Hennessey, Manager." She traced the rectangular perimeter with her index finger.
"That's me." He placed his hands on his hips, a man secure in his surroundings. "What are your goals?" he asked.
She bit her bottom lip and allowed herself to enjoy the view. Bold might be fun. "I hear J&C has an annual fundraiser."
He nodded. "May seventh. Great event."
Lexie fiddled with the strap of her bag. "I'm concerned about the fun run." She snorted. "Quite the oxymoron, if you ask me."
"The 5K?" His eyes crinkled. "That's my baby."
She blinked and took a half-step back. Uh oh. Damage control time. "It's not that I don't want to participate, or that the fundraiser isn't for a wonderful cause. I do." She stared at his incredible chest. "And it is." Damn, he was flawless. She looked at her nails. "My goal's simple. I want to avoid fainting or crossing the finish line last." She risked another glance in his direction. "Middle of the pack would be optimal."
He folded his arms and nodded. "Reasonable."
Lexie hesitated, another worry weighing on her mind. "And, well, I just started at the firm a few weeks ago, so I'm hoping I'm eligible for the free instruction. Otherwise, I doubt that as an executive assistant I could afford your, er, services." Oh, God. Why did her face have to blister hot when she said that, and why did he grin?
Matthew locked eyes with her. "Good thing you're covered, then." He indicated a door she hadn't noticed earlier. "Enough time to get you in condition. If this slot works for you, I'd suggest grabbing it before it's taken."
Are you taken? Her eyes fell to his hands. No rings.
"... we can set up your personal fitness regimen."
"Sounds good," she responded, her mind racing to catch up with the conversation. She'd better not have just agreed to extra fees or illicit acts ... as much as the guy inspired decadent images of the latter.
"Want to sit?"
Lexie glanced up to find him pointing at a small chair beside a desk inside the cramped office. She nodded, holding her breath and determined to keep her lust on a leash while she squeezed past him.
The muscles rippled in his forearms as Matthew pulled a binder from the top of a tall filing cabinet and set it on the desk between them.
He was so close. So big. So primal and male. She shifted on the cold metal seat and fought the impulse to flee. I will be brave. "I can feel the strength in my legs already," she blurted out, a sudden need to fill the silence.
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"Text Me, Maybe" was so enjoyable to read - the characters were charming and likeable but they were unbelievable - not in a "too good to be true" but in a how immature can this incredibly intelligent man act. The Kiss of Death - I wanted to slap him with my e-reader. The Hero, Matthew Hennessey, was just written immature. Jolyse Barnett leaned toward the "Juvenile" when she wrote "Text Me, Maybe". Unfortunately, a fantastic Hero was created to make me think, "Hmmm?" The Heroine, Lexie Bloom, is a commitment-phobe, hardened by way too many lying cheating boyfriends and a mother who goes through husbands like tissues. She is strong but at the same time a gullible pushover. The storyline is regrettably high school-like but with a Cyrano De Bergerac vibe (which adds to the literary theme). The sex scenes are there but not very explicit and not in excess. There are a couple of Grand Romantic Gestures in the book - the second of which is schmaltzy but kind of sweet. I don't know why, but even with all of the issues working against it, I still pretty much enjoyed it as a cute read. But it's not something I'd re-read. Jolyse Barnett came up with a fabulous Grand Romantic Date for Matthew and Lexie in "Text Me, Maybe". The main characters were really engaging and sweet. Sadly they were presented in a very juvenile manner - at least to me. As an English Literature major I really was pretty partial to Matthew although his inability to come clean to Lexie made be want to smack him around - not in a good way. Also Lexie's inability to figure out that Matthew was interested in her, and indeed wanted to kiss her, made her e-book slap worthy as well. The concept had a lot of potential and with a few nips and tucks could have been a real winner. To read the entire review please visit: http://wp.me/p4XqxF-1jt This novel was provided in exchange for an unbiased review
3.5 stars Text Me, Maybe was a sweet, quick and entertaining read. The storyline kept me interested, the characters were likable and I thought they were perfect for each other. Overall Text Me, Maybe is a lovely afternoon's read.
Text Me, Maybe is a fun ,flirty read Lexie Bloom recently moved to New York seeking to make a better life for herself and look to make her dreams come true., even if it means sending texts for her boss to the British Lit Professor her boss has her eye on. While she is doing that for her boss, she meets Matthew; the sexy hot guy at her gym .He is her personal trainer, helping her train for the 5k. They have this wonderfully crazy hot chemistry every time they are together. Lexie is very much attracted to Matthew and considering her past when it comes to men and how its been not so great, right now everything seems to be going great. Lexie now has this text relationship with the Brit Lit Professor –all that because her boss gave her the task of setting up a date on her behalf via text messages. Thing is, guess who is the Professor? The hottie from the company gym that Lexie has been training with and now has a relationship is also her text relationship with as well. He thinks all will be ok and is seemingly helping out Lexie without telling her who is and that he is the one responding to her text messages. Matthew thinks he is helping her but really is he? Lexie doesn't even understand that she is texting her trainer and yet when the truth finally comes out, what little hope Matthew has of gaining her confidence is blown to pieces. Will there be a chance of getting Lexie back in his life and their relationship back together, on track? Or has he lost the only woman who truly understood both sides of his life? This is a sweet , fun and quick romantic read. There are some twists and turns in this story which if you like stories like this, you will love this story. My rating: 4.0 stars **** **I was given an ARC by the publisher in exchange for an honest review***
The synopsis of Text Me, Maybe sounds pretty good, right? It had me wanting to read the book, as soon as I saw the title, the cover and then synopsis .... I was hooked ... I didn't love Text Me, Maybe, however, it was still a fairly good read. The characters are fairly likeable, especially Matthew Hennessey. I found myself skipping ahead in the book to find out what was happening ... and since the title of the book is Text Me, Maybe, I was expecting a bit more texting in the actual body of the novel. Lexie Bloom is a likeable character, however, Jolyse Barnett really doesn't delve deep into their characterization. In all, they are pretty superficial characters with whom I never really connected with. Overall, Text Me, Maybe is a fairly good read if you are looking for something light, quick read with not a lot of depth. The characters are likeable, the plotline is fairly well written and its a fairly quick pace novel. If you are looking for a contemporary, fun read, then make sure you add Text Me, Maybe to your To-Be-Read-Shelf.
I was looking for a light, romantic read and that's exactly what I got with Text Me, Maybe. I enjoyed the premise of Lexie thinking she was falling for two guys at the same time. She fell in love with Matthew's body and the literary professor's brain, at least in the beginning. It was kind of frustrating to see Matthew playing both himself and "Steel", as Lexie called him (short for "buns of steel"), throughout pretty much the entire novel. It was obvious to see that once she found out that he was actually the guy she had been texting, the guy she was supposed to be setting her boss up with, she would be understandably upset. I guess, though, if he had come clean as soon as he found out, Lexie probably would have backed off right away in order to not make her boss angry and potentially lose her job. When you look at it that way, it had to happen as it did, even if it was like a slow-motion train wreck; you could see Matthew approaching an eventual crash-and-burn, but were powerless to do anything but enjoy the chemistry between the couple. Matthew was so sweet. He was always going out of his way to help others and the date nights he set up proved he was really paying attention to her and wanted to do things that would make her happy. He was patient, kind, considerate...heck, he was pretty much perfect boyfriend material. Except of course for the lying to the object of his affection, but all his other good qualities made up for his poor judgment in handling the texting situation. Lexie was a bit hesitant about the whole "love" scenario. She had been burnt one too many times and had lived her life with a mom who equated happiness with being in a relationship. She didn't exactly know what love was supposed to look like and even when she started to get to know Matthew and fall for him, she pulled away. Her reactions seemed to come out of left field sometimes, but I'm guessing she just had the instinct to flee when she felt things were getting too intense. Getting dumped never feels good, so I can't fault her for not wanting to experience that again, even if it was annoying to see her running away from someone who only wanted to be there for her. I'm not really sure how to feel about Lexie's boss, Sylvia Swann. I did chuckle every time she was in a scene because she was usually referred to as "Ms. Swann" (MadTV anyone?). Sometimes she seemed like a snooty man-eater, other times she seemed like she might actually be an alright friend. Honestly, she wasn't in the book enough to make a definitive statement on that. I really thought she would have played more of a part, considering Lexie was going through all of this trouble texting a "stranger" on her behalf. In the end, she still fulfilled her destiny of ramping up the suspense when the proverbial crap hit the fan. If you're looking for a book with tons of twists, turns, and suspense, this probably isn't the read for you. However, if you're in the mood for a romantic read complete with an adorable impromptu karaoke number reminiscent of Heath Ledger's scene-stealer in 10 Things I Hate About You, then you will likely enjoy Text Me, Maybe. *I received a free copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review*
Text me maybe was a likable read. The story line is funny both Lexie and Matt well develop character and interesting with great chemistry between them. It started well and they develop some good relationship based on their chemistry. But the deceiving and hiding truth tears them apart. In these part I didn’t liked Lexie too much and Matt did not made such big mistake for my opinion. It can be hundred more worst. I liked how Matt did everything what he possibly could to get her back. The end is sweet and likable. I love that the book had a little bit of changes than the first ARC. *ARC provided by Netgalley in exchange for an honest review
Lexie Bloom is determined to keep her new job. She'll do what's necessary even if it means setting her boss up with a sexy trainer. All she has to do is entice him with her texts. That should be easy. Right? Not if she falls for him. And what about her personal trainer, Matthew Hennessey? He makes her heart beat faster. He's interested in her. I enjoyed this fast paced romantic romp. Everyone has a secret and romance and love are there for the taking. Lexi is a sweet woman who is afraid to trust her heart. She can't believe that she's fallen for two men. Matthew made a serious mistake when he tried to get to know Lexie better. He decides to respond to her texts. Can he straighten out this mess and end up with his lady? Jolyse Barnett kept me guessing. I wasn't sure if Matt could gain Lexi's forgiveness. The romantic drama, the New York setting and the flirty dialogue are perfect. I enjoyed Text Me, Maybe. I received a copy in exchange for an honest and unscripted review.
3.5 stars! Text Me, Maybe is a quick read filled with sweet moments and light-hearted romance. Lexie falls for two men or so she thinks. One is her trainer, the other a professor. Here’s the twist…they are both the same guy. Obviously, she’s met her trainer, but the other guy she gets to know through text messages. Matthew is quick on the draw and he figures out Lexie is the one that he's been texting him and he continues this farce because he’s attracted to Lexie. When Lexie figures it all out will Matthew still have a chance with her? Overall, Text Me, Maybe is a cute read and perfect for those readers who don’t like angst or who need a break from it.
A modern day, You've Got Mail, involving text messages, loved it!! A heartwarming love story between Lexi and Matthew. Lexi is new to Big Apple and wanting to do everything right for her boss, so she secretly starts texting Matthew, setting up a date for her boss, little did she know, Matthew is her Greek Goddess, personal trainer from her gym. Matthew soon figures it out but wants to get to know Lexi a little better. I thought it was fun to see how their relationship developed through their texts. A fun easy read without a lot of tension and turmoil that I thoroughly enjoyed. I highly recommend this book!
This was a really cute read. A bit drawn out for my taste but overall it was entertaining. Lexie Bloom has just started her job in NYC so she'll do whatever it takes to keep it. Even if that means Lexie is sending texts for her boss to the British Lit Professor her boss has her eye on. While things are going well in the office, the real fun is happening in the gym. It's hard work training for a 5K but the hunky personal trainer Lexie is working with, Matthew, makes it completely worth her time. What she doesn't know is that Matthew may be a personal trainer by night but by day he is a professor of British Lit. Yep! That professor! I really fun read I think you will enjoy. I recommend it.
Jolyse Barnett hit a home run with Text Me, Maybe. Part Cyrano De Bergerac, Text Me brings the best of both worlds to the forefront with subtle charm and modern sex appeal. The comedy of errors just adds to the irresistible quality of the story. For me, Ms. Barnett embodied the sweet, shyness that makes falling in love so special.
Lexie has a great perk at work. She can use the company gym, and even get a personal trainer. Matthew is a sexy and energetic trainer who makes her into a puddle of goo with one look. Matthew also has hidden talents. There are many secrets he has, and is afraid to divulge. One that could get Lexie fired, is the biggest one of all. Lexie does not want to be attracted to her trainer, how cliche' right? But when the feeling is mutual what's a girl to do? This was such a fun read. I enjoyed it, even though I wanted to jump into the book and slap a few people. Overall a good story with rich characters. ***This ARC copy was given by Netgalley and its publisher, in exchange for an honest review only.
⭐ ⭐ ARC Provided by NetGalley in Exchange for an Honest Review ⭐ ⭐ Judging a Book by it's Cover: Couple sitting in casual, relaxed poses with hints of fun and flirtation. Simple, legible font. Good color choices. Synopsis sounds entertaining. Looking Deeper: Third person POV. Lexie is new to the city and a new employee where she desperately wants to prove herself. She's hot for her new fitness trainer, but is afraid of relationships after seeing her mother's disastrous relationships after her dad died, plus she's dated plenty of losers. Her boss also has an obsession with a trainer and wants Lexie to flirt and get a date with the "boy toy" for her. Matthew is the trainer / boy toy. He likes Lexie from the moment he sets eyes on her. As soon as he suspects her boss is trying to get a date through Lexie, he worries if he declines it'll effect her job, so he begins a double identity as Lexie begins acting on her boss' behalf. It's a tangled little web of deceit and half-truths, but there are some really cute, genuine connection moments. The best part is that this story flows so incredibly smooth, before I even noticed, I'd passed the halfway point. There are some okay secondary characters and some truly awful ones. Dialogue is good. Interactions were, by turns, awkward and sweet. The plot is rather simple otherwise, lacking dynamics and depth, keeping it more light and fun. The conflicts were resolved quite simply. Predictability was low. The conclusion is solid enough with it's HEA, but I'd liked to have learned about the outcome of her play and what became of Remy. Overall, it was interesting, light, and fun; an easy-to-read page-turner. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rating: [R] ~ Score: 3.95 ~ Stars: 4 -------------------------------------------------------------------------
I received this book in exchange for an honest review. With the update, this new version took the book from a “maybe” to “oh yea, baby”. The storyline was great and definitely managed to live up to its potential with the revisions that were made. No lag, no drag, no more stretching things out and/or game playing that just made you feel like it’s never going to end. Instead, you get a cute story that is very entertaining with a much better feel to the chemistry and tension; lots of fun and a sweet happily ever after. Read original version on April 8, 2016 and gave it 2*'s.
Lexie has moved to NYC to become a writer. To pay her bills, she gets a job as an assistant to a new firm partner. Many assistants are asked to complete personal tasks for the their bosses and Lexie is no different. Her boss asks her to talk to the trainer at the building gym she's been trying to set a date with since he’s a British Lit professor and Lexie was an English major. Matthew is a personal trainer and a British Lit professor at the local university. He realizes pretty earlier on that his new client is posing as her boss in the texts. Matt takes it as the opportunity to get to know Lexie and try to open her up to the potential of a relationship. This was a quick fun read. The story was definitely cute. I was able to read it in one sitting. There were some things that didn’t really make sense (why do two professors at this university need to also be personal trainers??, why if Lexie has experienced such dishonesty in relationships does she think it’s ok to help her boss do it?). If you’re looking for a light story this is definitely the book for you. *I received a copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.*
Lexie Bloom left her small town life behind to take a crack at her dreams of being a playwright in the big city, and in order to keep those dreams afloat she had to take on a job of being an assistant to the less than pleasant Ms. Swan. She also decides to take advantage of the gym at her workplace and train for a upcoming 5K, where she meets a very sexy trainer named Matt. She could easily fall for him, but after spending a few minutes with him she immediately knows she is way out of his league... but she isn't opposed to a little shameless flirting! Around the same time her boss has decided she'd like to go on a date with one of the gym's trainers and asks her to set up a date with him, he also just so happens to be a Lit professor. Lexie then takes to texting Mr. Sexy Professor, all the while acting as her boss, in an attempt to woo him and get her boss a date. But after sharing many flirty texts with him she starts to fall for him herself, despite also having a little crush on Matt. Little does she know though Matt and her bosses sexy trainer/professor are the same man! The minute Matthew Hennessey meets his new client Lexie he becomes smitten with her, and is interested in exploring something more than just a trainer/client type relationship. But before he can make his move he starts receiving flirty texts from another woman, he soon realizes though that they aren't coming from the woman who is trying to win him over, they are actually coming from her assistant who just so also happens to be his new shy client Lexie. He decides this might be the best way to get to know her better so he decides to play along with her charade... but what happens when Lexie discovers the truth, and finds out he's being lying to her all along? It was a true pleasure to meet Lexie & Matt, the undeniable chemistry between these two was like a magnet that pulled me right into their world and had me hanging intently onto their every word. Their unique, and oh so, charming story was brimming with romantic comedy, laced heartfelt emotion, and packed with some heated moments that had me in dire need of a fan! This one turned out to be a very enjoyable first read for me, and left me looking forward to reading more from this author in the very near future, and I highly recommend you give it a try, these two are sure to win you over!! ARC requested through NetGalley, and kindly provided by Entangled Publishing, LLC - Lovestruck in exchange for a honest and unbiased review.
New to the Big Apple, the last thing Lexie Bloom needs is to fall for two guys at once. Especially when she can’t have either. One is her personal trainer, an Adonis way out of her league. The other? A Brit Lit professor her svelte boss insists she woo for her—via text message, no less. Little does she know, the two are the same man… Matthew Hennessey is intrigued by his shy new client at the gym. But before he gets the chance to ask her out, he discovers she’s the one crafting the flirty texts sent to him by a woman who wouldn’t know Lord Byron from Lady Gaga. To get to know her better, he allows Lexie to play her role. She may have given up on the idea of romance, but Matthew’s bound and determined to show her love is alive and well in New York City. Review: 21st Century take on Cyrano de Bergerac, at least that was the feel I got from the story. This was a fun, quick, romantic read. I liked the whole basis of the story. A boss who is too busy to go after the man she wants enlists her administrative assistant to win the guy over. The "Guy", Matthew quickly figures out that Lexie (the assistant) is the one who is suddenly texting him romantic quotes. He know Lexie because he is her personal trainer and he has been lusting after her. They get to know each other and Matthew is torn between telling her the truth or continuing the lies he has been telling. Of course it all comes to a head at a company function and Lexie gets hurt. I will leave it at that. Like I said earlier it was a fun, get lost in the story for an afternoon read. Matthew and Lexie were likable and were good together. It had the right mix of tension, romance and sexiness. When I think of this story I see myself lying by the pool for the afternoon reading it. 3.5Stars *I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review.*
Fresh from Philadelphia, Lexie Bloom has a good job in Manhattan at J&C Associates, and they have a new fitness centre, which Lexie uses. Lexie’s boss, Sylvia Swann, also uses that centre, and Ms. Swann has found herself a hot guy, a trainer. The problem is Ms. Swann has no time to text him, and asks her administrative assistant, Lexie, to text “Steel” in her place. Loosely based upon Cyrano de Bergerac, TEXT ME, MAYBE, we expect upon reading the blurb that Lexie will fall in love with the trainer, in this case Matthew Hennessy, who is also a university professor, and that there will be some confusion. However, TEXT ME, MAYBE is much more subtle than what usually happens with this trope, and the expected misunderstandings are handled nicely and without over-the-top fanfare. I liked the way that literary quotes were used as well as a few lines from the Rocky movies, and I also thought it was a very charming starting point to the relationship, and they provided the opportunity for playful exchanges between Lexie and Matthew. I also liked the banter between Lexie and her roommate Samantha, as well as Matthew and his friend Chris. I thought there might have been too much emphasis on the various exercises and physical activities, but as they served the purpose of bringing Lexie and Matthew together, I’ll let it pass. TEXT ME, MAYBE is fast-paced, lively, and well written; it’s a sweet and charming story between two nice people, although one of them makes some mistakes, but takes care of it in due time. The ending was a bit silly, but in a good way: it made me smile, and it was really a cute ending to an unpretentious book. TEXT ME, MAYBE is an ideal beach read! I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
Text me, maybe is a light and easy to read romance. Matthew is a personal trainer and a professor. He has a fear of rejection despite all his positive attributes. Lexie has moved to New York to realise her dream career as a writer. She works as an office assistant to pay the bills. Lexie is instantly attracted to her new trainer, Matthew. She keeps away from relationships as she hasn't had much luck with men in the past but can't stop herself from fantasising about Matthew. Her apparent shy demeanour drives Matthew to get to know her better. At the same time, Lexie's boss, Sylvia gives her the task of setting up a date on her behalf via text messages. It doesn't take long for Matthew to realise that these texts are coming from her instead of her boss. He goes along with the set up for Lexie's sake in case it causes problems for her at work and to get to know her. Get to know each other they do, very well in the sack! They get on well overall but keeping secrets is not an ideal way to start a relationship. Lexie doesn't even realise that she is texting her trainer and when the truth comes out, what little hope Matthew had of gaining her confidence is blown to pieces. I found it hard to like Lexie initially, because of her internal monologues about trusting men and at the same time lusting after Matthew. There are indications that she has been hurt in the past but nothing specific. This makes her look like she is always looking for excuses. I quite like Matthew as he has good reasons to fear rejections. He is also very kind, considerate and goes above and beyond to gain her trust and make her happy. This would appeal to those who are looking for an easy to read and fun romance. I received an eARC of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.