Review – Marry Me, Mad by Katy Regnery

It is amazing… and funny too. With every book that Katy releases from Blueberry Lane, I always find myself asking her the exact same question:

How am I supposed to pick a favorite when you write books like this?

It’s so true! And it seems with every book, Katy’s leading men get dreamier, more romantic… even sexier than the last. Her leading ladies are stronger – feisty and fierce to the last page. Marry Me, Mad is no exception. Full of a long held love but unrequited feelings, heartbreaking angst and steamy – ohhhh, is it ever – romance. One tall, tatted bad boy musician and a good girl who really is rather wild under all that prim and proper exterior, Cort Ambler and Madeleine Rousseau set Blueberry Lane on fire!

She put all of her hope in her boyfriend only to find that he was liar and a cheat. Finding she needed an escape from her angry thoughts and her old tired routine, Madeleine finds her way to an underground club filled with beautiful music. Never did she think that she would find her sister’s ex-boyfriend making that beautiful music. She was always drawn to Cort Ambler, and while he always had her heart, he broke her sister’s. That means he’s off limits. Completely. Still, what a temptation he is. For Cort, seeing her only makes the past ten years float away. Nothing has changed. He still loves her. He still wants her. She still challenges him. She’s still the most beautiful music he has ever heard. He’s tried to stay away, to honor his word to Madeleine’s twin sister Jax, but he’s convinced that he can finally have what he’s always wanted. Cort wants Mad. The trouble is he doesn’t have long to convince her to give them a chance.

The romance between Cort and Madeleine is absolutely breathtaking. The connection and chemistry between these two is so sigh worthy, so steamy. What could be more intense and more jaw dropping than a man writing a love song for a woman he desperately wants, only to know that he has so little time at a second chance – at a REAL chance to have her? These two are so passionate about everything…. Cort is devoted to his music. Madeleine is bound to her library and to her sister. She won’t hurt her. But these two are together nothing matters but the joy and bliss they find in each other. Can they have it all?

This entry of the Blueberry Lane series is brilliant! Emotionally satisfying. Sinfully sensual. The harp has NEVER been sexier. Cort Ambler made my heart flutter and my insides quiver. He’s a true romantic in every sense of the word. Loyal, charming, selfless… Perfect. Madeleine is classy, with a beautiful devoted heart and wild streak up her back. I loved her willingness to sacrifice her own happiness for the sake of her sister. It says so much about Katy that she was able to depict Madeline so wonderfully!

So, have I picked a favorite? Of course I have! That is… until JC. Fantastic, Katy!

5 They make beautiful music Stars!

Did you fall in love with The English Brothers? Were you hot for the Winslows? Katy Regnery’s New York Times bestselling Blueberry Lane series continues with The Rousseau siblings in 2016!

For as long as Madeleine “Mad” Rousseau can remember, she’s been the “sweet” twin to her sister Jax’s “sassy.” But after an especially painful break-up, Mad decides she’s had enough of being sweet. Children’s librarian during the day, she begins visiting Philly’s seedier nightspots on a quest for adventure. When Cortlandt “Cort” Ambler, the ex-boyfriend of Mad’s sister, Jax, saves her from disaster on one such evening, an unlikely friendship is born between the rebellious librarian and the moonlighting pianist…and two broken hearts begin a journey toward being whole again.

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EXCERPT:

She stood on the sidewalk facing him, a sweet smile on her lips.

Cort gestured to his front door with a flick of his chin. “Want to come in?”

“Yes. But we have to talk first.”

“What happened to ‘Take me to bed’?”

She sighed. “Fresh air cleared my head.”

He glanced down at his swollen cock, all but bursting against the zipper of his jeans. “I’m dying a little here, baby.”

Her eyes followed his, dancing with mirth when she looked back up at him. “So I see.”

“I’m not alone either,” he said, dropping his eyes to her nipples, which strained against her thin, billowy blouse.

“No,” she said, her voice slightly lower, her smile giving way to a hotter, more needy look. “You’re not.”

“So let’s talk inside.”

She shook her head no. “Here.”

Cort sighed, hitching her flowered bag a little higher on his shoulder, waiting for her to continue.

“No talking about Jax or Thatcher,” she said. “If you talk about Jax, I won’t be able to stay. I’ll feel too guilty. And if you talk about Thatcher, I’ll feel too angry. Promise?”

“I promise.”

She took a step closer to him. “And this one’s big…No falling in love with each other. We’re just about impossible, you and me, so we can’t—you know—bring that sort of emotion into this. We can enjoy each other, but that’s all, Cort. Promise.”

He flinched as she finished. He could feel the involuntary muscle reaction that narrowed his eyes and told him that it was too late. It was a lifetime too late to tell him not to love her, because he’d loved her for most of his life. Her gentleness, her quiet grace, the peace he’d always found in her presence now combined with the scorching chemistry between them that couldn’t be denied. Over and over again throughout his life, he’d looked for her, tried to find someone like her, but his heart had fixed on hers so long ago, it was all but impossible for him not to love her. The only way he could promise her was to promise not to “fall” this weekend, only because he’d already fallen years before.

“I promise not to fall.”

She smiled at him, though the smile had lost a bit of the lightheartedness it had held minutes earlier. “Do you need any promises from me?”

He nodded, closing the distance between them. “Yeah, I do.”

Her eyes widened, flaring with heat, the black of her pupils obliterating the green of her irises as she pressed her breasts against his chest.

“Promise to leave nothing on the table, Mad. Give me everything you’ve got for twenty-four hours.”

“Except…” Her voice broke. “Except my love. I promise.”

His heart clenched at her omission, and it made him want to push her out of her comfort zone a little. “Promise to touch me everywhere with your hot little mouth.”

“I promise,” she murmured, her throat moving as she swallowed.

His eyes narrowed. “Promise to open your legs so I can slide inside of you as if I’ve been doing it all my life.”

“Cort,” she whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed as she looked down at where her chest heaved into his. “I need you.”