Sex, Not Love by Vi Keeland
Vi Keeland NEVER disappoints. EVER. Everything she writes is pure gold. Everything she writes is incredible. Sex, Not Love was just the perfect romance. I devoured this book whole in a matter of hours, I couldn’t put it down. There was nothing about this book that I did not like, nothing I would ever think needed to change. It’s PERFECT.
Vi is a go to author for me. She’s the author who’s books I read when I want a solid contemporary romance that brings the heat, the feels and is as sexy as it is sweet. Sex, Not Love, fitted that to a t. From start to finish we are delivered magic in the form of Hunter who’s as delicious as he is dirty, sexy as he is sweet. I felt RUINED by this man. His cocky arrogance was HOT! And mannn did I swoon? *nods enthusiastically*. I swooned harrrrrrd! Nat was also a brilliant, captivating heroine. So easy to connect with and understand. She was written with flair and sass and her vulnerability was clear to see but I saw her as a character I would love to be friends with. She was just FANTASTIC.
Together Hunter and Nat are explosive. Their chemistry all consuming. I loved the sizzle and burn of their build up and everything inbetween. Everything about them together just worked. Vi also worked in the perfect amount of emotion and feeling that 100% tugged on my heart strings. Together the emotions and the sexiness balanced flawlessly.
If you’re looking for a read that will make you smile, swoon and get a little hot under the collar, a read that makes you feel then this book is the one you need! Vi Keeland has kicked off 2018 in tremendous fashion!! And as always I can’t wait to see what she does next!
From #1 New York Times Bestseller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.
I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn’t dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home.
I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?
Nothing, I thought.
It’s just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…