Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Unwrapped and Hunk for the Holidays by Katie Lane on Winter Wonder Wednesdays #XmasBookReviews #NewRelease #Giveaway #WinterWonderWednesdays

Happy Winter Wonder Wednesday!  Glad you could join us.  I loved last week's book - A Bad Boy for Christmas by Jessica Lemmon and I hope you did too!  This week I not only have a brand new, hot off the presses book but also its predecessor!  Two for the price of one, so to speak.  So we'll have extra fun today!

Now in case you don't remember or are joining us for the first time, I am doing this because I wanted to share some of my overflowing Holiday joy with you, my readers.  So between now and January 6th, EVERY WEDNESDAY I will post a new Holiday book I've read and reviewed to help y'all get just a little extra Christmas Spirit.  You don't celebrate Christmas?  That's okay.  They are not all Christmas books.  Some are full of Winter Wonder thus we are calling this event WINTER WONDER WEDNESDAYS, okay?  So grab some of my virtual hot cocoa and cookies and marshmallows then sit back and see what book I have for you today!  

Two Hunk for the Holidays Books 
Hunk for the Holidays and Unwrapped!

(Hunk for the Holidays Bk 3)
by Katie Lane
Published:  September 29, 2015
Publisher:  Forever
Length:  339 pages
Genre:  Contemporary Holiday Romance

Available:  Amazon  |  B&N  |  iTunes  |  Kobo

Good things come in sexy packages...

Jacqueline Maguire has a problem tying the knot. After fleeing the altar (again), the runaway bride drives off with no particular destination in mind. Which is how Jac finds herself stranded in a snowstorm with a hot, hard-bodied stranger who treats her to the naughtiest night of her life... but come morning, he's long gone.

Contractor Patrick McPherson is deeply committed to his bachelor lifestyle. No strings, no rings. As the Christmas season approaches, however, Patrick still can't quite forget his curvalicious one-night stand. Then Jac shows up unexpectedly, and all holiday hell breaks loose. Because this year, Patrick is getting the biggest Christmas surprise of his life...


“Am I a vampire?”
            He chuckled at the joke and smoothed the damp hair off her forehead.  “No.  I don’t change my victims . . . I just snack on them.”  She didn’t crack a smile, but her shoulders relaxed, bringing his attention back to the welt.  “How badly are you hurt?”
            Her hand went to the marks on her neck.  “Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
            Patrick felt his face heat with embarrassment.  “I’m sorry.  I forgot about the fangs.”
            Her gaze flickered to his mouth, and damned if he didn’t get hard again.  “Well, I guess since you didn’t . . . umm . . . overindulge, it’s not a big deal.”
            Overindulge?  Oh, he wanted to overindulge.  Especially with those phenomenal breasts just a reach away.  But he wasn’t that big of a jerk.  “So can you tell me what happened?  Are there any other victims?”
“No.  No one else was in the car with me when Big Foot—I mean, a deer jumped out in front of the car.  I would’ve been okay if my brakes had worked properly.  It was almost like someone had tampered with—” She paused, and her eyes widened.  “Mr. Darby.”  She glanced at the door.  “And he’s probably the one who flattened your tire.”
Patrick started to wonder if she wasn’t suffering from a concussion.  She seemed to be talking in circles.  Of course, most women talked in circles.  “I thought you said no one was in the car with you.  Who is Mr. Darby?”
“No one was in the car with me.  Mr. Darby is the guy who’s trying to k—” She stopped and cleared her throat.  “Never mind.  It’s not important.  So you were saying?” 
            His brow knotted.  Why couldn’t women be as easy to read as a blueprint?  He released his breath in a sigh.  “I was wondering how badly you were injured.”
“I’m fine now.  I was just a little lightheaded before.”  She sat up to prove it, bringing her full pouting lips inches from his.  He might not be able to read her, but he sure as hell desired her.  He had never wanted to kiss a woman so badly in his life.  It was like her lips were magnetized and he was solid metal.  But before he could kiss her, she got to her feet and started picking up the items that had spilled out of her purse.  Since there was a lot of crap, he knelt down to help her.
“So what are you doing up here?” he asked as he lifted her wallet and handed it to her.  “I’m assuming by the costume that you were coming back from a party.” 
There was a slight hesitation before she nodded.  “And I got lost.”  She leaned over to reach the tube of lipstick that had slid under the coffee table, and her breasts swelled forth in twin mounds of bodacious beauty.  “So if you can’t take me back to Denver, do you think you could get me to a working phone?”
            It took her grabbing the lipstick and straightening before he could talk.  “I could if I didn’t have a flat tire.”  Now that his temper had cooled, he realized that she wouldn’t have had time to flatten his tire. He probably ran over a nail at one of the jobsites, and it had been slowly leaking air all day. 
“Don’t you know how to fix it?” she asked.
“Yes, but I’m not going to do it in a blizzard.”  He picked up her phone and tried it.  There was still no reception so he tapped the screen closed.  A screensaver picture of two people popped up.  Patrick didn’t know why he was more interested in the skinny guy than the pretty, dark-haired woman.  Or maybe he knew why, but just wasn’t willing to admit it.
“Are you married?” he asked.
“Not yet.  I’m still working on it.”  Before he could figure out what that meant, she got up and took the phone and her purse from him.  “So if you’re not going to fix the tire, just what am I supposed to do?”
In heels, or at least in one heel, she was only a few inches shorter than he was and sturdily built.  He realized that he liked that about her.  He was tired of petite women he had to worry about breaking.  This woman looked like she could handle a man who liked things a little rough.  And since she wasn’t married, was in no way connected to his aunt’s schemes, and was here . . .
Patrick smiled.  “You’re going to spend the night with me.”
            “What?” she squeaked.  “I can’t spend the entire night with a . . .”
            “Patrick.”  He held out his hand.  “And you are?”
            She swallowed hard before answering.  “In big trouble.”


Jac and Patrick (Cassie's brother) hooked up for one heck of a one-night stand but by morning he was long gone and hard to find.  This was round about Halloween.  Fast forward about a month and a half and Jac and Patrick end up back together in time so she can gather her inheritance and land herself a hubby.  Jac was a bit of a handful, not someone who is easy to love.  She had her moments when she was alright but they were few and far between. Patrick?  How could I not love him?  He acts like a grownup, he works hard, does his fair share of the work, and even has a bunch of critters.  Besides hes awful cute.  So it was a struggle to see the two of them becoming a couple.  What made it worse was I wasn't the only one...they struggled and fought off and on all the time!  I mean, disagreeing then having good make up sex is one thing but this was a horse of a whole different color and attitude.   Eventually the pulled it together but it was like one day hour they were fighting and the next hour they were all lovey dovey like nothing had ever been wrong.  And all their bonding time seemed to be done off page - No pull your heads out of the garbage pit, I'm not talking about the sex.  I'm talking about the holding hands and going to the zoo and walking and talking and snuggling on the couch while watching a movie and him chasing her with mud and get the idea.  I would have liked to see more of that.  It would have helped me like Jac more, you know?

Other than those two things, I really loved the book.  Katie once again was able to bring that crazy McPherson family and the Holidays in to close the story out in that big, loud family way.  I wonder if Katie grew up with one of those big loud family's.  Again she has written wonderfully colorful characters.  While I may not like Jac, I still have intense feelings for her and I was definitely pulled into the story again.  I really think these are wonderful trade marks she has.  I didn't know until today that Katie writes Cowboy books.  Being the Cowboy lover that I am, you know my next Katie Lane books will totally be some of her Cowboys!  But Cowboys or City boys, she writes terrific Holiday stories!


Rating:  4 Stars - A Recommended Read

Heat:  3/5 - Blush Worthy

I received this book via Net Galley in exchange for my honest and open-minded review.

Hunk for the Holidays
(Hunk for the Holidays Bk 1)
by Katie Lane
Published:  September 25, 2012
Publisher:  Forever
Length:  352 pages
Genre:  Contemporary Holiday Romance

Available:  Amazon  |  B&N  |  Kobo  |  iBooks

Always putting business before pleasure, Cassie McPherson works hard for her family's construction business. That might explain why she doesn't have a date for the company Christmas party. But it doesn't quite explain why she's crazy enough to hire an escort for the event or - crazier still - why she's dying to unwrap him like a present . . .
With whiskey-colored eyes and a killer smile, James is one gorgeous hunk who really knows how to fill out a tuxedo. He charms everyone, including Cassie. And when the night ends, the party doesn't stop. As Cassie falls, literally, into his bed, James falls head over heels in love. Now he has to figure out a way to tell her the truth: he's not an escort. He's her family's fiercest business rival. But all he wants for Christmas is her . . .


A man stood by the Christmas tree in the foyer. Not a man really, more like a vision. The clear lights that twinkled around his dark head made him look like something straight out of a dream. Man, Elite Escorts had outdone themselves this time. This was no gangly college boy in an ill-fitting rental tux, but a mature man in a tuxedo that looked made-to-order for his tall, muscular frame.
Like James Bond right before he bopped a shapely beauty, his bow tie was undone and lay flat against the front pleats of the crisp white shirt that was unbuttoned at his tanned throat. He stood looking at Cassie with a slight smile on his firm lips and one brown brow arched over an eye that was the exact color of her Aunt Wheezie’s favorite Scotch.
Cassie forgot to breathe.
“Hi.” The smile deepened, along with two dimples. “I didn’t mean to spook you.” When Cassie still didn’t say anything, the smile dropped and both brows lifted. “Are you okay?”
He walked toward her, and she was reminded of the black panther at the Denver Zoo, his movements sleek and predatory. She swallowed and tried to get her mind off his hot body and back in her head. It was difficult, especially when this wonderful eye candy stood so close and when she and Amy had just been discussing how long it had been since she’d had sex. But hot or not, she needed to remember that this man was one of her employees. She dealt with men all day long. Alpha men. She could handle some pretty boy who worked for an escort service.
She plastered on a smile. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just that you’re early.”
The quizzical look remained, and he tugged up the sleeve of his jacket and glanced at a watch that looked an awful lot like her father’s Rolex. “No, I’m right on time.”
She waved him off. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here.” She grabbed the car keys from the desk and brushed past him. He smelled really good, like hot spiced cider and primitive lust. Or was the primitive lust her?
“My truck’s down in the parking garage.” She kept talking as she headed toward the elevator. “We’ll take it. The party’s at a house about thirty minutes away, so it’s probably good you got here early.” She pressed the button of the elevator, then turned to steal another peek.
He wasn’t there. He still stood at the receptionist’s desk, although his head had turned to follow her. Okay, so he looked great, but he was a little slow on the uptake. No wonder he worked for an escort service at his age. The elevator doors opened, and she pointed at them.
“Are you coming?”
He tipped his head to one side. “Who are you?”
Oh, so that was it. She just hadn’t introduced herself. She laughed and held the door of the elevator. “I’m Cassie McPherson, your employer for the evening.”
He didn’t move. “My employer?”
Back to the mental deficiency theory. She tried talking slowly and clearly. “Yes, I called Elite Escorts and hired you for the evening to take me to my office Christmas party. I paid in advance, so I expect a little service here. Like maybe you getting a move on.”
His whiskey eyes twinkled, but he still didn’t move. “You’re Cassie McPherson, the daughter of Al McPherson, and you called for a male escort?”
“Right. So are you coming or do I need to get a refund?”
“Your father’s not here, I take it?”
“Not that it makes a difference, but no. He’s at home.”
He might be a simpleton, but, man, the flash of those white, even teeth and dimples were flat-out sexy.  “Then I guess I’m all yours for the evening.” He walked over and reached above her head to hold the elevator door. “Here”—he held up a foil-covered condom—“you forgot one.”
Cassie jerked the condom out of his hand and then nearly fell flat on her face as she stumbled over her feet on the way into the elevator. He reached out and steadied her.
“Easy there.”
The door closed, and he pushed one of the buttons while she rubbed the warm imprint he had left on her arm. Her heart thumped wildly against the tight band of her push-up bra. And suddenly she worried if all her high-cholesterol lunches and lack of exercise were catching up to her and besides inheriting her father’s bad disposition, she had also inherited his clogged arteries. She couldn’t bring herself to believe that it had anything to do with the man who so casually leaned back against the rail that ran along the wall of the elevator. Cassie McPherson didn’t go all weak-kneed over men. Even re-e-e-e-ally good-looking ones who belonged in magazine ads for expensive men’s cologne.
She turned away from the hot picture he presented and took two deep breaths, willing her heart to resume its normal cadence. It was hard to do with those eyes pinned on her with such intensity. Hard, but not impossible. She wasn’t called Cast-iron Cassie for nothing. She never let emotions get in the way of business. And this was business.
Clearing her throat, she explained the terms of his employment. “So here’s what I expect.” She opened her clutch and dropped in her car keys and the condom. “Keep a low profile. Be attentive, but not clingy. And try not to talk. If you’re asked a question about our relationship, simply say that we’ve just met.”
His eyes narrowed, and one side of his mouth tipped up at the corner. Definitely not a smile, more of a smirk. “How about if I just say that I’m not the kind of man who kisses and tells.”


As the overworked daughter of the family's construction company, Cassie had a non-existent social life.  So when she had a social function requiring a Plus One, she hired an Escort for the event.  When she came downstairs to a very good looking man in a tux, she assumed he was her date for the evening and hustled them out the door.  In reality he was her family's biggest rival and who she blamed for having caused her father to have a stress-induced heart attack.  He was actually there to meet her father but under the circumstances decided to go along with the ruse.  He introduced himself as James and left it at that.  The event of the evening was her company office party, meaning all of her brothers, her Mom and many aunts and cousins would be in attendance.  If Cassie had come solo, they'd have been bending over backward with their matchmaking efforts.  Instead, Cassie instructed James to keep a low profile and say as little as possible.  Pity he didn't take orders well and their chemistry was up to a slow simmer by the time they arrived.  This is when the fun really began. Meddling aunts, arguing with James, Cassie drinking, Amy flirting with one of her brothers, the electricity practically visible between Cassie and James, Cassie drinking, relatives telling bad jokes, eating fattening Holiday food, Cassie drinking, Cassie pretty drunk, Cassie trying to convince James he wants to sleep with see what I mean.  All the while I was laughing yet I wasn't.  It's like watching an impending train wreck you can do nothing to stop.  I knew it was going to be a disaster when Cassie finally found out who James really was and the longer it went on the worse it was going to be.  I'll tell you that I was happy in the end.

I had been wanting to read this book for some time and when I was going to read Unwrapped, this was the perfect opportunity.  Katie has a real talent for writing these fun, funny and entertaining books and that was just what I was wanting it to be.  Not super heavy or with a beat me over the head message.  Just something where people can fall in love in a fun and funny way.  I could relate to Cassie.  It seems like I have always been one to give 110% with little time left over for myself.  It's just the way I'm wired.  So to have this awful wonderful person just show up, yah, I wouldn't know what to do with myself either.  And that family!  What a hoot!  It is nice to have a family that loves you that much.  Like I always say about my family, we have our quirks but they're mine.  Didn't sound like she would trade them either.  I think Katie made them very real in the way that she described them and she left it open to the possibility of continuing the series with other family members.  Good planning ahead Katie!  I would say that anyone who just wants a fun, funny and entertaining Holiday book should most certainly pick up Hunk for the Holidays.  It's the perfect Holiday read!


Rating:  5 - A Must Read

Heat:  4/5 - Smoking Hot

I received this book from Net Galley in exchange for my honest review.

The entire Hunk for the Holidays Set, Books 1, 2 and 3


About Katie Lane:

Katie Lane's interest in romance was sparked in high school in the backseat of a '65 mustang-okay, so maybe it wasn't romance as much as raging teenage hormones. Still, coupled with a wild imagination, those make-out sessions inspired many a steamy story line along with a strong belief that true love does prevail. Katie lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico with the owner of that mustang and would love to hear from her readers.

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