Title:Knocked Up
Author: Stacey Lynn
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 12 June 2018
Release Date: 12 June 2018
First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes baby in a baby carriage. Just not necessarily in that order....
Braxton
I should probably be dead or in jail right now. Instead, thanks to some tough love, I worked my ass off and now I own a string of tattoo parlors throughout the Pacific Northwest. And yet the one thing I’ve always wanted—a family—still seems out of reach. When my best friend gets married, I’m just hoping to blow off some steam with the super-hot maid of honor. But after Cara Thompson tracks me down to tell me she’s pregnant, she’s more surprised than I am when I tell her I’m all in.
Cara
For the first time in my life, I’m living for myself—not for my parents and their ridiculous expectations. I gave up on my MBA, dropped out of the Ivy League, and moved to Portland to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. And what’s the first thing I do? Get knocked up. For a tatted-up sex god, Braxton Henley seems way too eager to “be there for me.” Is this guy serious? Maybe. He sure is patient. Because he won’t back down until I admit what I know in my heart: that our one night stand might’ve led me to the one.
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Review
This is the second book in the Crazy Love series but can be
read as a standalone.
Braxton and Cara meet at their best friends’ wedding. They
hit it off so much they end up having a hot passionate one night stand. This is
something totally outside what Cara would ever have done before so the next morning
not sure of the protocol of what to do she flees. Braxton hearing what she says
under her breath still feigns sleep and lets her go.
Fast forward six weeks and Cara finds out that night
produced a situation that will bring her back in the proximity with Braxton
again.
This was one engrossing story that just got me hooked. I
loved both characters and could understand their reasons for not making contact
straight after that night (it was explained in the storyline) There was an over
use of angst and I got a little bored of Cara throwing up all the time but
ultimately I loved this story. Braxton was easy to fall for being a big alpha
tatted hottie but underneath holding such sweetness he was irresistible. I also
loved how Cara stood up for herself and removed her life from her snooty
parents and their expectations of how she should be. There was some sadness for
both Braxton and Cara but I loved how they both became a support of each other
to work through this. Lucy was the sweetest dog ever and it was cute to see how
she was with Cara.
The ending was fabulous and gave me that longed for HEA. The
plot maybe one we see a lot of in romance books but the characters were strong
enough and had that added depth that this was a great read.
Overall this was a
strong four star read which could have been a five if a little more original
plot was followed. Also although I loved the cover (I am a cover-holic!) it didn’t
really match the characters seeing as Braxton was tatted up all over and the
cover model was a tat virgin. Still loved the book though and would recommend to others to snatch this one up!
*ARC kindly provided by the author to Foxylutely
Excerpt
I quickly take everything off and drape the paper sheet over my lap, leaving my socks on, and when I’m ready, the edges of the sheet tucked under my thighs and backside, Pam knocks on the door.
“Ready?” she calls as she’s already pushing open the door.
“Yup.” I sound like I’m about ready to croak, and Braxton’s deep, rumbling chuckle worsens my rattled nerves. He kissed me!
I raise my hand to my mouth and as my fingertips press my lips, they’re taken away, gripped in Braxton’s warm hold. He smiles down at me knowingly and I force my attention on Pam.
She pulls the internal monitor out of the drawer, along with a bottle of lubricant and a condom, and Braxton’s grip on my hand turns almost bone-crushing.
“Is that—”
“Yup.” I cut him off.
“Um.”
“Now you see why I wanted the external one,” I mutter quietly.
I can’t look at him. My cheeks are on fire, and for some absolutely insane reason, other parts of my body are warming and this should not be happening at my midwife’s office.
“So,” Pam says, turning around and back to business. Except it’s hard to take her seriously as she waves what looks like a massive vibrator in her hand. “We’re going to insert this inside of you.”
“Holy shit,” Braxton mutters. And God, kill me. Please kill me now.
If Pam hears him, she ignores him as she steps toward me, and pulls out a set of stirrups from beneath the table. “I’m going to need you to lie down, Cara, and spread your legs, and slip down to the edge of the bed for me.”
“I feel like I’ve heard this before,” I say, unable to stop myself. My filter has evaporated along with my self-respect and all of this is so absolutely humiliating.
Pam pauses, glances at me and then at Braxton and nods, understanding. But I swear, as her gaze sweeps down Braxton’s arms, even she blushes. Which is great . . . my midwife thinks my non-boyfriend baby daddy is hot.
“I feel like I’ve said this before,” Braxton says, and both of our eyes whip to him. My gracious. He’s smiling, shoulders shaking like he’s holding back the world’s most boisterous laugh, and it’s all I can do to not kill him while he’s standing there, glancing between the monitor-slash-vibrator and my spread legs and I can’t hold it in anymore.
“This is embarrassing.”
Pam is back to business, already spreading the condom over the phallic-shaped instrument, and then she drizzles on the lubricant.
Braxton’s breath brushes over my cheeks. His dark locks tickle my temple as he whispers, “I feel like I should be offering to help with this.”
“Shut up,” I grit, my stomach muscles clenching from trying not to die or laugh. “This isn’t funny.”
“Oh. This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, I’m not going to lie.”
My fingers squeeze his hand and Pam is in front of me. She holds a small black box in her other hand and the tip of the wand against my center. “I’ll go slow, and it might be cold, okay?”
“Yup.”
“Sweet Jesus,” Braxton whispers. “I don’t know whether to be terrified or turned on right now, Cara.”
The Author
Stacey Lynn currently lives in Minnesota with her husband and four children. When she’s not conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or on the boat with her family enjoying Minnesota’s beautiful, yet too short, summer.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
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