He’s a lucky SOB, but Brice Winston’s life wasn’t always so easy. His struggle to survive at an early age turned him into a man who needs control—both in and out of the bedroom. Always careful of the women he chooses to tangle in the sheets with, his need for dominance is never called into question. But he’s never let himself imagine a future with the one spitfire of a woman he’s always wanted.
Mary Ellen Hall has wanted Brice since she knew what boys were good for. And she’s confident he desires her too. But he’s not making any moves, so it’s up to her to seduce him. Even as he responds to her body, his heart holds back. Mary Ellen isn’t about to accept any man by half measures.
Brice is forced to make a choice—his hard-won control or the woman who pushes him out of his comfort zone.
Title: COMFORT ZONE
Author: KJ Reed
Series: Come Together, book 3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Year of release: 2011, August 3
Source: Bought via Jasmine Jade eBookstore
Brice straightened his suit jacket, hanging out with the other men from the bridal party, ushers included, in the small cabin just down the road from the gardens.
– the shower scene >; hot and steamy
This was another great book in this series. I’ve been waiting anxiously for Brice and Mary Ellen’s story since book 1 and it was certainly worth the wait.
COMFORT ZONE was hot, fast-paced and character-driven. It was a nice twist on little sister’s best friend and co-workers trope, spiced with a guarded, dominant male who needs to be in charge, in control and a fierce, independent woman who knows exactly how to handle him.
(Trav) “To my best man, Peter Goodwin. What can I say about that ugly son of a bitch that hasn’t already been said?”
“Go ahead. Praise my wonderful attributes. Sing to the heavens, man,” Pete joked, and received a snort back.
Hot, boiling jealousy rolled through her, and she mentally stepped on it, grinding it to the ground. The maid of honor shouldn’t be a green-eyed bitch. That wasn’t fair to her or Ariel. Jealousy was a weak, selfish emotion, and Mary Ellen wasn’t a weak person.
She was honest enough to admit his body alone would make her want him for a night or two of hot-and-heavy sex. But she was also just as truthful to know it was his heart that made her want him forever.
The position was one of surrender. A captive waiting for her guard to make a decision. But the gleam in her eyes, the one that hinted at her true nature—her defiant nature—was still there. He ignored it and bent down to take her lips.
Rough. She needed to know. He wasn’t a soft, gentle lover. Never had been.
Trav squinted at him, then shook his head. “We both know who. What I don’t know is why you fight it so hard. The two of you love to act like there’s nothing going on, and yet put you both in the room together and it feels like there’s a contest to see who can burn the other one’s clothes off with their eyes the fastest.”
“I don’t have to wake up when I’m on vacation. And speaking of, what are you doing back there, sir?”
“Having my way with you while you completely ignore me, apparently.” He sighed with regret. “It’s truly a shame how far a guy can get without any notice. I feel so used. Like a toy.”
“But you don’t fit in my nightstand drawer,” she said, deadpan face in place.