Avery Flynn
Make Me Up
Blurb:
Murder, mayhem and makeup.
Panty dropper, knee knocker and all-around-good time Cam Hardy leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. His lady killer reputation never bothered the private investigator until he met Drea Sanford. Getting the tough as nails make up artist in his bed proved to be the easy part. It’s keeping her there that’s harder than any of the special ops missions he’s run in South America.
Panty dropper, knee knocker and all-around-good time Cam Hardy leaves a trail of broken hearts wherever he goes. His lady killer reputation never bothered the private investigator until he met Drea Sanford. Getting the tough as nails make up artist in his bed proved to be the easy part. It’s keeping her there that’s harder than any of the special ops missions he’s run in South America.
Falling
into Harbor City’s modern day Casanova’s bed was never on Drea’s list of smart
things to do—but hotness happens, especially in the form of the
six-foot-five-inch motorcycle riding Cam. Then he takes their secret affair
public and she swears to never let him crinkle her sheets again. But when one
of Drea’s clients is murdered and the police zero in on her, the only person
she can count on is the one man she never thought she could trust.
Make Me Up by Avery Flynn
My rating: 3.5 of 5 stars
Drea is a talented make up artist who caters to the rich and sophisticated. She suddenly finds herself in danger when a high profile client dies suddenly while she is working with her and Drea finds herself a murder suspect. Cam is a sexy private investigator, former military, and player who has been involved in a sexual relationship with Drea for the past year. Drea has kept her affair with Cam a secret because she doesn't want to be seen publicly as the latest to fall victim to Cam's charms. When Drea finds herself in trouble, Cam doesn't hesitate to step up and put her under his significant protection. As they attempt to keep Drea safe, and find the real killer, they realize that their relationship means more to them than either realized.
This was a nice steamy romance with some elements of mystery,action, and danger. Drea is a character that I liked a lot, but would have loved to know more about. I feel like with both her and Cam we got enough to be really interested, but I would love an even deeper look into both of their lives. Cam is sexy and watching Drea throw him off his usual game was pretty fun. It was great to see him step up without hesitation when she needed him and put his life on the line to keep her safe. This was an enjoyable story and I would gladly read more by this author in the future. I'll also mention that this was the first book in this series that I've read, and it had no problem standing alone. I will likely go back and read the first two in the series because I enjoyed this one.
*An ARC was provided in exchange for an honest review
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About Author
Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
Website: http://averyflynn.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/@averyflynn
Excerpt
Drea got out of the seat and turned around to face him, but she was lost for words when she realized standing up had just given him a better view. Cam’s green-eyed gaze took in her entire body. Then he grinned, pissing her off and drenching her panties at the same damn time.
If anyone could carry off absolutely wicked and totally charismatic at the same time, it was Cam. She itched to run her fingers through his thick mass of tousled honey blond hair. His murky green eyes were full of dark promise, the kind she knew he could deliver.
And then there was his body. She could eat Jell-O off of his tanned washboard abs and the gelatin wouldn’t have the courage to jiggle. Being near him was like standing at the edge of the subway platform as the train whooshed by—exhilarating, dangerous, and addicting on a completely visceral level.
But he’d broken her rule. The one thing she’d asked him not to do—and he’d gone and done it anyway. She wasn’t sure whether knowing he’d done it without thinking made the situation worse or just sad. But she couldn’t keep seeing him if she couldn’t trust him to keep this a secret. Hell, after that kiss, there was no secret. Cover blown. Everyone knew.
Time to cut her losses. Breaking it off now was the smart plan.
“I know what it is.” He stood up and closed the distance between them. “You’re embarrassed because you think someone saw your tongue push its way into my mouth—accidentally, I’m sure. And heard that sweet, soft moan of pleasure—”
She pushed her hand against his chest and forced him back. “Get over yourself, pretty boy.”
He didn’t even blink at the insult. “You want me. I want you. The sex is amazing. Why are you fighting so damn hard against letting people know we’re together?”
“Because we’re not.” She had no plans to trod down the well-worn path to Cam Hardy’s bed again. “You knew the rules when this thing started.”
“No going public.” His gaze pinned her to the spot, and he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. “Look, babe, give me another chance.”
It made her mouth go dry and other places get wet. They’d had one hell of a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am twisting of the sheets, but they’d known from the start this was temporary. She’d known it. He’d known it. They’d agreed to keep it secret.
“It’s over.” Drea took a single step away from him.
He moved lightning fast to get in front of her, his bulk blocking her view of the rest of the group. “Don’t go away mad, babe. Let me make it up to you. Tonight. My place. No one has to know.”
She tossed her cup and plate into the trashcan. “Charming.”
He threw up his hands in frustration. “Around most people, I am.”
“And I’m not most people.” Pushing her point home, she traced a finger across his broad, sinewy shoulders and used the softest hint of pressure to nudge him out of her way so she could march across the grass to say goodbye to her best friends. “You should remember that.”
“As if I could ever forget.”
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