Miranda Lyons is adept at pretending to be someone else, someone without a past. She’s able to forget for chunks of time that she comes from a very wealthy, notorious family. She’s given up most of the party-girl vices from her old life, including sex. Until Nathan Cross barges into her life…
To all appearances, Nathan Cross is a simple man—devoted to family and friends, committed to his work. But nothing is simple about Nate’s feelings for Miranda. Fascination quickly blooms into outright lust, and not just for her body. He wants all of her, even the parts she hides from the world. But Miranda’s secrets threaten to drive away the one man capable of both helping her come to terms with her past and supporting a future with a love that’s all about truth.
Title: UNCROSS YOUR HEART
Author: Tary Elliott
Series: Series name TBA so we’re calling it Cross Brothers, book 1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Year of release: 2012, March 23
Source: Received an e-copy from the author for review
Nathan Cross hurried around the corner to see his gypsy wrestling with gravity and technology.
– the dance at Rina’s > Hot!!
– that first kiss and what follows after it > just as explosive as I suspected it would be
– the bike ride and love scene that follows > pivotal scene and oh did I mention it was hot? Even if there was no bike smexing
– Miranda’s groveling scene > awesome scene, I cried…
Miranda Woods/Lyons is an heiress and web-designer. She’s a bit absent-minded and a lot stubborn. She’s also determined to leave her bad-girl, partying days behind her but Nate makes her want to forget about being straitlaced or sensible and brings out the naughty in her.
At first I had trouble relating to Miranda, especially after that first love scene but she was never truly unlikeable. I hoped further in the story she’d redeem herself and she did! By the end of the story I was rooting for her.
Nathan Cross is a mechanical engineer and FedEx delivery guy. He’s funny, sincere and down-to-earth. He’s also looking to settle down with a woman he loves and though Miranda practically ignores him, he can’t get her out of his system. Nate is a dream guy and I loved him. Sweet, charming and patient but he’s definitely not a doormat.
I was waiting for the moment Miranda would emotionally engage, next to the physical chemistry. When she would give Nate more than just her body. I felt Nate was more committed to making what is between them into more than just sexual encounters. And still this is what made this book stand out to me as it wasn’t the standard boy-meets-girl, they have off-the-chart sex, fall in love and live happily ever after. Both this couple and I, as a reader, had to work for this HEA. It wasn’t smooth sailing but totally worth the bumpy ride.
The built up of the romance was excellent and the sexual tension was off the charts. I was reading breathlessly, waiting for that first explosive moment. And when it came I wasn’t disappointed. Taryn Elliott writes awesome sex scenes. They’re intense, hot and beautiful.
The secondary cast was awesome! I was immediately drawn to all of them; from Nate’s brothers to Miranda’s co-workers, Taryn Elliott knows how to intrigue and entice with strong secondary characters that offer support to and complement the main characters without taking the limelight.
I loved Taryn Elliott’s voice from the very first sentence. It’s fluent, crisp and humorous. I am ready for some more of this good stuff!
“You need to go out and have fun. InDesign and Dreamweaver do not create the perfect ménage, love.” ~Max to Miranda
The rumble of a moan transferred through her back and chased the ball of lust up and out of its box.
There wasn’t any sweetness in his hold. She’d expected gentleness, maybe a little uncertainty, not this. He consumed her, drawing her tongue into his mouth to twine and tangle with his. She held on, digging into the dense muscles of his shoulders as he liquefied her brain. He tasted like freedom and the Bay.
She scraped her nails down his forearm lightly. “I’m a truck full of crazy, Nate.”
He knew she was trying to scare him off, he just had to figure out why. “I happen to be a very good truck driver.”
Well-worn jeans—especially along the bulge that she wanted to get her hands on—stretched across his thighs, dropping into his equally battered biker boots. A sea-green henley hugged his chest and accented muscles that sucked every last bit of spit out of her mouth.
A white thermal shirt stretched across his chest. Was it possible to be jealous of a cotton shirt?
She laughed. “You can call out to any deity you want, Nathan Cross, but you’re still going to lie there and take every lick, bite and stroke that I decide to dish out. I want free rein over this unbelievably gorgeous body.”
Words rained down on her though she couldn’t comprehend their meaning.
They were his words and his voice and his love and she trusted him enough to destroy her and put her back together again until she was whole. His name was a litany of praise within the shuddering release.