Nothing ventured, nothing banged...
Ash
I still don't know how it happened. One minute I was arguing with my arrogant competitor--our usual trash-talk over who deserves the larger commission. But somehow I went from throwing down to kneeling down...
It can never happen again. I don't even like Braht. He's too slick. He's a manipulating mansplaining party boy in preppy clothes.
So why can't I get him out of my head?
Braht
There are two things I know without question. One: Ash and I are destined for each other. Two: never trust a man with a unibrow.
Ash is my missing my piece. She's the sweet cream to my gourmet espresso. And nothing gets me going faster than her contempt for me. They don't call her the Ashkicker for nothing.
Eventually I'll win her over...if my past doesn't ruin everything first.
REVIEW
As soon as i had finished Man Hands i couldn't wait to see where Sarina Bowen and Tanya Eby took Ash and Braht's story. This is the second book in the Man Hands Series. While each book can be read as a standalone. I highly recommend reading the books in order to really enjoy all the hilarity this series offers. Ash and Braht's chemistry was explosive even from the snippets we got from them in Man Hands. Their relationship was definitely love/hate giving us a fun ride through their story. But aside from all the banter and fun both characters had a serious side to the story which i wasn't expecting. Some of the issues they had to deal with both together and separately brought quite a different element to the story.
Braht has wanted Ash since he first meet her and Ash has acted like she hates him. Both Ash and Braht are both realtors and thrive on competition. They love to rile each other up, there competitiveness is heightened even more when they are trying to sell the same property. Eventually the sexual tension and lust boil's over until they share an explosive moment in their friend's pantry.
Ash was everything i expected her to be, a ball busting take no crap fun girl. While i did enjoy seeing her softer side especially around her family it was most definitely Braht that stole the show for me. I know his pastel wearing, loafer loving, loves a mani/pedi as much a woman came across as quite feminine! But Braht really surprised me with his patience, protectiveness, persistence, determination, sense of humour, sense of responsibility, and his persistence. And he most definitely was Alpha when it came to Ash he knew when to take but also when to let her!! that for me is Alpha!!
Man Card was brilliantly written, full of humour, witty banter and super sexy love scenes definitely a must read for any reader who loves a great Rom-Com.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT
“Name your other favorite movies,” I challenge Braht.
“All of them?” He chugs his margarita.
“Hmm. Top ten? Top five?”
“That’s totally easy,” he says. Somehow I’ve gotten closer to him on the floor. When he sits back, I actually snuggle in beside him. He’s wearing a ridiculously soft shirt that feels good against my skin. And I watch with fascination as he ticks off the names of films on his fingers. “When Harry Met Sally. The Devil Wears Prada. Roman Holiday. Clueless.And Working Girl.”
I burst out laughing. I can’t help it. “Those are all chick flicks. You should just hand over your man card right now.”
“Not a chance.” Braht’s expression grows intense. “In the first place, I gave you a very thorough demonstration of my man card last week. I don’t remember hearing any complaints.”
I swallow hard, because this is certainly true.
“And secondly, you’re looking at this all backward.”
“I…am?” And why can’t I look away? He has the most beautiful, intelligent eyes.
“Yeah, you are,” he whispers. “It’s the guy who has a firm grip on his man card that can hold your purse. He’s not afraid to be seen with that Tory Burch you like to carry—nice color, by the way. He’ll free up your hands because helikes your hands, and he remembers all the terrific things you can use them for.”
“Oh,” I say slowly. Now my fingers itch to reach out for him. I have to make fists with both hands so I won’t do it.
“Furthermore, he’s not afraid to quote Working Girl. Because Joan Cusack is a genius. And who wouldn’t want to say Melanie Griffith’s best line out loud?”
I can’t help saying it with him, and together we sound like the world’s horniest Greek chorus: “I have a head for business and a body for sin.”
Sin sounds pretty good right now, actually. But Braht’s not done with his speech. “Any man who tells you that chick flicks are for pussies can’t be any good in bed. Because that man does not speak the language of women. He doesn’t know that a little luxury can erase a shitty day of worrying about your ex…”
Braht takes my hand in his and begins to massage it. He has a great technique, applying gentle pressure between each joint. I relax just a little bit more against him.
“…That man doesn’t speak the language because he’s afraid of sounding like a girl. But fuck that noise, honey bear. If a man doesn’t have the vocabulary to describe a satin teddy with peekaboo lace and mother-of-pearl snaps at the crotch, he can’t buy it for you and then strategically ask you to wear it. He can’t plan ahead to blow your mind sometime by lifting your skirt somewhere semi-public and dangerous. And he can’t get down on his knees and kiss that lace and then pop open those snaps while you bite your own hand to keep from screaming when you climax.” Braht takes a deep breath and lets it out in one hot gust. “Fuck. What was the point of this speech?”
“Um…” My voice is hoarse, and my face is suddenly very hot. Let’s not even mention my nipples. “Man cards, I think.” But I’m not sure, because everything tingles.
“Right,” he says with a sigh. “Still got mine. Shall we watch Working Girl next?”
“Okay,” I breathe, sinking a little further into his comforting embrace.
About The Authors
Sarina Bowen
USA Today Bestselling Author
@sarinabowen
@Blunder_Woman
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