Sex, not love by Vi Keeland
Hello Books Lovers,
as I mentioned, the holidays end for me is approaching very quickly, but I still take the opportunity of these last days of activity to review my latest readings. Let’s say that June and July have been very productive with regards to both reading and writing.
Today I want to talk to you about a gem, Sex, not love by Vi Keeland, published by Sperling & Kupfer, whom I thank for the copy. Have you ever read Vi Keeland? I guarantee for her, with Keeland a guarantee is worth a name. Keeland’s books are not just adults because she apart from those few hard scenes, because in reality they are few, she also manages to build a true story for the characters, a past, a real and palpable sensitivity and always creates different stories between them, it never repeats itself, and her male protagonists are always very sexy.
Sex, not love in particular talks about Hunter and Natalia, a complicated, troubled, but wonderful to read love story. Between them it is obvious that there is love, but the past of both complicates things, especially Hunter’s past that prevents him from abandoning himself totally to his love for Nat.
Like the others, this too can be read in one breath, and I am very curious to also read The Naked Truth, recently released for Sperling & Kupfer. Keeland for me is the absolute queen of romance, because despite having read many of many different authors, Vi Keeland is always the one that strikes the most.
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…
