Feb
Today I’m excited to share my stop for the Blog Tour of Weekend Wife, an all-new sassy and quirky stand-alone rom com from New York Times bestselling author Erin McCarthy. ‘Weekend Wife’ is available now!
When I saw the sign up for the ‘Weekend Wife’ Blog Tour and read the book description, I knew this was a book I wanted to read. And I just loved that cover. So when I received the email telling me I was chosen to get an ARC I was completely over the moon and started reading as soon as I could.
In ‘Weekend Wife’ we meet Leah, a wannabe actress working as a waiter. For over six months, every Wednesday morning, she has been serving this handsome business guy Grant. She has been trying to get him to flirt with her for all six of those months. But so far without any success. When Grant accidentally leaves something, Leah runs after him and before she knows it Grant finally seems to notice her for more than just her waiter job.
‘Weekend Wife’ was my first Erin McCarthy book and I absolutely love love loved it! From the beginning till the very last page I was simple addicted to Leah and Grant and their story. Their characters where so fun to get to know.
Leah is this awesome girl, trying to make her way in the Broadway world. She’s awesome because she isn’t afraid to be herself.. always. I truly admired her for that and simple wished I was a little more like her. And Grant? Well.. Sigh.. Although he had this privileged upbringing, it’s clear from the start that he is very aware of how lucky he was to grow up with all this money. But even money can’t make for a happy childhood, and I loved how ‘normal’ he was.
The chemistry between Leah and Grant was flying of these pages, and I really loved reading their story and falling in love right along with them. It was just so sweet and romantic and their story definitely gave me butterflies.
I also really loved the setting of this book. I mean what’s not to love about a story set in New York?! This book definitely made me want to go to New York myself (Not that I haven’t always want to go, but still!) . I loved how the author was able to completely pull me into this book. I really felt like I was walking through New York right along with Leah and Grant.
I started and finished this book in the same evening. Yes.. I lost way to much sleep. But ‘Weekend Wife’ was just such a fun and romantic read I simple couldn’t stop reading until I read it all.
“Oh, yeah? Well… I think everyone’s definition of filthy is different.”
And just like that, Leah took an awkward moment and made it flirtatious. Her voice was low, breathy.
Green light. That’s what that was. And I was hitting the gas and plowing into the intersection.
I eyed her. “What do you know about filthy?”
I had leaned closer to her, turned slightly, my thigh brushing against the fabric of her skirt.
Her lips were a ripe raspberry color and she had a divot in the base of her chin that made me want to kiss it. Her chest rose and fell beneath her tight sweater with a quick rhythm, like she was turned on. Intrigued. Contemplating her move. She opened her mouth, gaze sweeping over my lips, and for a second I thought she was going to move close enough that I could kiss her.
Instead, she held my gaze, all seduction and skill, while her hand shot out and tucked the cash into the breast pocket of my suit. She grinned and turned back to the front, smug.
Damn.
“Nice acting skills,” I told her dryly. Leah, starring in the role of femme fatale, and I’d fallen for it.
“Thanks. I’m working on eye contact.”
I was working on blue balls.
She was cute and clever. Fuck.
I knew a couple of women who wanted exactly what I did—no-strings-attached sex. No one got offended if months went by without contact and it was just as likely they would text me as I would text them. I didn’t get… ensnared. Leah could ensnare me. It might be time to send out a sexual SOS. I needed zero contact with Leah after today. She wasn’t good for my concentration. But I did admire both her boldness and her talent.
“That was savage,” I told her. “I love it.”
“I need a distraction from the fact that my ankle seems to have a heartbeat and half the ice has melted so now my sock is damp.”
Right. Her busted ankle. That was the relevant issue at hand, not my dick.
“You really should elevate your ankle. Turn a little.”
Surprisingly, she obeyed me. I dug my way through all that fabric and hauled her calf and ankle up onto my lap. I also tucked the hundred bucks back into her skirt pocket. She didn’t seem to notice and just cleared her throat.
Leah bit her bottom lip. “This is weird,” she said. “I don’t think you want my damp sock on your pants.”
There were so many things I wanted to say. All of them inappropriate as fuck.
What I settled for was, “Don’t assume what I want.”
This Blog Tour was organized by Social Butterfly PR.
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Maureen is a mom, wife, nurse, and Ravenclaw living in the Netherlands. She spends her days juggling mom-life, reading, blogging, planning date nights with her husband and working as a nurse. Maureen also is a big Anglophile, loves cooking, Gilmore Girls, Bridgerton and Harry Potter.. Always! Facebook | Instagram
