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Brooklynaire is a standalone read within the Brooklyn Bruisers Series. The Brooklyn Bruiser series is about the hockey players but Brooklynaire story is about the owner, Nate and his assistant Rebecca.
Rebecca joined Nate's team seven years ago working as his assistant while his Tech company was taking off. Nate and Rebecca quickly formed a great friendship. Even though both had underlining feelings for each other they never told or acted on them. Each with the same thought of not wanting to ruin their work place but especially their friendship.
Rebecca always thought her feelings were one sided. This thought was strengthened when Nate ship's her off to run the Ice Hockey team he purchased. What she never new was that having her so close. Nate was struggling to keep his feelings for her in check.
But when Rebecca has a serious accident on the ice while at work, Nate wants nothing more than to be the one to help her heal. That task turns out not to be as easy as he thought it would be. See Rebecca is stubborn, independent, and not used to needing or accepting help. She lacks confidence and self worth and really can't understand why Nate is going out of his way to help her. Yes they are friend's but that's all they are right, Right!!
"Whenever Nate decides he wants something - a Fortune 500 deal, a hockey win, a late-night pizza - he goes full steam ahead. And suddenly all of that attention is focused on me."
Nate has been unlucky in love in the past with a cheating Ex fiancée. He is a tech genius, handsome, rich, and charming. But he can also be easily distracted, socially inept, awkward, and he's also a work-a-holic. Which leaves him never knowing if people really like him or his bank account. He could probably have any woman he wants, except he has not been able to get over his feelings for Rebecca. When she gets hurt nothing will stop him being there for her. Even knowing that being around her more will make it even harder to resist laying it all out to her.
"Here sits a big cliche, ladies. I'm just another lonely nerd who's hopelessly in lust with his assistant. Oldest story in the world."
But when feelings are that strong lines will inevitably be crossed. Its how we act when that happens, it shows who we truly are. And if taking the risk out ways never knowing the risk will always be worth it.
I loved that Rebecca and Nate's romance was built on friendship, trust and palindromes!!
Nate was everything i wanted, he may have been a techie nerd. But what a sexy nerd he was his adorable awkwardness made me love him more. Rebecca was a beautiful sweet soul and although i hated that she thought she was less than other people. It was that that made her shine. She never judged others it didn't matter how rich or poor you were if you were in her life she cared.
Sarina Bowen will always be a MUST read author for me. I just adore her style of writing and the feelings and passion involved with all of her books always draw me in.
Excerpt
I grab a towel off a waiting stack of them and toss it onto the edge. “You can sit and put your feet in.”
She’s wearing a short little knit dress that’s been making me crazy all evening, so it would be easy enough for her to strip off those stockings, sit on the towel, and drop both feet in.
And that’s what she does. She eases one stocking down over a smooth knee and tugs it off.
I don’t want to stand there staring like a middle-school boy. Okay, I do want to. But I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. So I go over to the sound system instead, and I set my phone on the speaker and cue up a really old playlist. One she’ll recognize.
When I turn around again, she’s seated on the towel, both legs hanging down into the churning water. “Ah. Wow.” She looks up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Nice place you got here.”
“Isn’t it?” I toe off my shoes and kick them to the side.
The first song comes on, and it’s a Macklemore tune that we used to play far too often in our first office. Rebecca laughs immediately. “You didn’t! I haven’t heard this playlist in forever. But I’ll bet I still know every transition. Lady Gaga is next.”
“She sure is.”
Rebecca kicks her feet, making a splash. “I have a little confession to make.”
“What’s that?” I loosen my tie and slide the knot out.
“Well…” She grins up at me. “I used to have a crush on you. Back in the early days.”
My hands freeze on the tie silk. “Get out of town. You did not.”
“No, I really did.” Her cheeks are pink. “That first year especially. But you were taken, and you were my boss. Those two things made it pretty easy to tamp down, when you’re a practical girl like me.”
I walk over and drop down beside her, my back to the water, though, because I’m still wearing trousers and socks. “So how does that work, exactly?”
“What?” She gives me a sidelong glance, but then looks away again and won’t meet my eyes.
“How do you stop wanting someone? I’m a practical person, but I don’t see how that makes it any easier. Nothing seems to mute the raging attraction I have for you.”
Her chin turns quickly toward me, and I seize the opportunity to kiss her. And it only takes one kiss—one slide of my lips over hers, and I’m on fire again.
We’re facing opposite directions, so it’s awkward as hell. But I don’t even care. I take greedy sip after greedy sip of her mouth, until she pulls back to stare at me. Her color is high and her eyes are bright and happy. “This is like Twister.”
“It’s better,” I correct. Lady Gaga comes on, just as Becca said she would. “Are we getting into this pool or what?”
Becca kicks a foot in the water. “I’m tempted. But I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“Oh, snap.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “Are you really getting in?”
“We don’t have to.” I’m never going to pressure her.
Her fingers trail across the surface of the bubbling water. “But this is an adventure, right?”
“Right.” I stand up and remove my socks. She’s watching me. And I can’t read her expression. “What?”
“Just wondering what else you’re going to take off.” She smiles.
“Come here.” The order rolls off my tongue.
But Rebecca doesn’t blink. She gets up and turns toward me, curiosity in her eyes.
“You tell me. What am I taking off?”
She puts two hands tentatively on my chest, and I make myself be patient. Everything I ever wanted is on the other side of this moment. I just need us to break through this awkwardness—the “will we or won’t we” tension.
Her fingers find the top button of my shirt. “I’m not getting in the water unless you are.”
That’s a compromise I can live with. I find my lower shirt buttons and work upwards, until we meet in the middle. She pushes the two halves of my shirt apart and runs a hand down my bare chest.
My inner caveman stands up and cheers.
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