#BookReview & #Excerpt | Hot Daddy by Lila Monroe
- Max
- Apr 4, 2018
- 4 min read
Hot Daddy by Lila Monroe
Contemporary Romance
April 2nd
Great, mind-blowing one night stands are supposed to be just that, one offs. That amazing, unforgettable night that you spent with a complete stranger. The perfect wham-bam-thank you sir that most people don’t get to experience. So what would you do if you come face to face with HIM in a scenario where you had to play pretend?
Jules Robinson just got fired for punching a sleazy douche. And being a brilliant lawyer doesn’t ensure getting another job easily. So it made it an easy decision to take Olivia’s offer, to pretend to play house with a client that needed her help and get paid for it, how hard can that be, right? Then came the day that she had to meet her client, the same day when that client had to be in a courthouse to fight for the custody of his future kids. And poof, hello stranger from that one night that she still can’t forget.
Caleb MacAdams needed help, so he hired someone to pretend to be his fiancée to show that he’s ready to have a family. He wanted to do right by his friends who passed away and entrusted their beautiful kids to him. Ezra and Lottie had been staying with their aunt who just saw them as dollar signs, so Cal is doing all he can to win custody of them. You don’t really need surprises when you have to stand in front of a judge who could determine your future. Then came his “fiancée”, that unforgettable gorgeous woman he spent a night with three years ago.
Jules is having a hard time keeping things professional, especially when Caleb is around. He is a walking and talking ad for “amazing, can’t get enough sex”, and she doesn’t know if she has the willpower to fight it. And him being wonderful to the kids is just another reason that makes him irresistible.
I loved the Very Irresistible Playboy, so going in with this second book of the Billionaire Bachelor, seemed promising. And it didn’t disappoint. It was a quick, fun read. And who doesn’t love a sexy hunk who loves kids, cars and Jurassic Park, right?
***ARC graciously given in exchange for an honest review :)
Playboy CEO, Cal McAdams, lives life in the fast lane: hot women, hotter deals, and… a fake fiancee? I signed on to help reform his reckless image and win custody of his god-children, but I wasn’t expecting to come face-to-face (and mouth-to-mouth) with my wild Vegas hook-up from three years ago.
AKA, 6”3 of tanned muscle, sharp suits, and ‘undress me’ eyes.
AAKA, the best thigh-clenching, bed-shaking sex of my life.
AAAKA, the man who couldn’t be more off-limits if he had a uranium belt wrapped around his, um, assets.
I’ve never been one to break the rules, but Cal has me wanting to rip them up - and roll around naked on the scrap paper. But with just three weeks to turn this bachelor into a DILF, can we keep our crazy chemistry from derailing his plans? Or will gold-digging relatives, rambunctious pre-teens, and a little thing called love leave us both crashed out of the race?
Find out in the new sexy, hilarious romantic comedy from Lila Monroe!
CAL POV
I bring the rest of the dirty dishes over to the sink, and we work in companionable silence for a few minutes, Jules rinsing plates before handing them to me to set in the dishwasher.
See? Nothing sexy about dirty dishes.
“Great stacking, Cal,” she says, looking surprised.
“What, you think I don’t know how to load a dishwasher?” I make a face. “I’m not completely useless.”
“Well, no,” she allows, tilting her head to the side. “Not completely.”
“Oh, you think you’re funny,” I say, reaching over to dip my fingers in the suds before flicking them in her direction.
“I am,” she says, flicking me back. “And don’t start.”
“Start what?” I ask, reaching over and splashing more. But this time, the water hits her square on, soaking her T-shirt so the thin cotton goes translucent. Clinging to her curves, and the outline of her bra.
Okay, so apparently dirty dishes can get sexy, after all.
Jules clears her throat and grabs a hooded sweatshirt from the back of a chair and pulls it on—zipping all the way to her chin. “You good to finish in here?” she asks, looking flustered.
I nod. Down, boy. “You go put your feet up.”
“You don’t have to ask twice.”
Jules exits the kitchen, fast, and I sigh. Kissing her back at HQ was a massive mistake . . . which left me with a massive hard-on for the rest of the afternoon. I couldn’t help it. Something about Jules is dangerously kissable.
And lickable.
And definitely fuckable.
I scowl at the dishcloths. I’ve never had a problem keeping my hands to myself before, and if I wanted to get a workout, I have plenty of options. I may not be living the wild playboy lifestyle anymore, but that doesn’t mean I’m a monk.
But Jules is off limits.
Which is probably why I’m going crazy over here trying not to notice the way she bites her lower lip when she’s thinking . . . or how her jeans fit way too well.
And if I even let myself start to remember how she felt in Vegas, bucking against me, begging for more—
Fuck, I’m going to need a damn cold shower twice a day at this rate.
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