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Today I’m excited to participate in the Blog Tour of ‘The Hookup Equation’ by Roxie Noir. This is an all-new romantic comedy that is “filled to the brim with laughs and emotion”. ‘The Hookup Equation’ is available now!
From the moment I started reading ‘The Hookup Equation’ I found myself hooked to the two main characters Thalia and Caleb. Obviously, through reading the book description, you already know a little how things are going to go but there was just something about these two that I loved from the start.
Thalia and Caleb met randomly in a bar, and there is this instant attraction to one another. I loved how the author was able to really make me feel their chemistry right from the start. They are both not the type of person who hooks up with someone in a bar easily. But there chemistry can’t be denied and they go on this perfect date.
Everything between Thalia and Caleb seems to go perfect, put then they find out they are in the same class.. Only one is a student, and the other one is a professor. Yes, not good! Although I could easily guess how things where going to go, this book kept me sitting on the edge of my seat dying to know what would be happening next.
Yes, I loved the romance between Thalia and Caleb, and there where some pretty sexy moments. But I also loved the setting, and the side characters. Caleb’s brothers where definitely guys I would like to read about to. And Thalia’s character definitely made me laugh. She is just so.. normally awkward.
This book was my first Roxie Noir read, and I really loved it. I loved reading this book through both Thalia’s and Caleb’s point of view. And although this book is part of a series, it can easily be read as a standalone.
He steps closer, leans in.
“—I didn’t have to be an asshole about it,” I say into his ear.
“I think I deserved it,” he says. His lips brush my ear, and my eyes flutter closed.
Don’t, I tell myself. Don’t do a single thing that isn’t apologizing for your behavior.
As if I didn’t seek him out. As if I didn’t drag him into this tiny, cramped back staircase.
“No, you were right,” I tell him, automatically reaching out, steadying myself against his shoulder. “I found you at the banquet. I kissed you later. I gave you a bottle of wine.”
“But I’m the one who should know better,” he says, and then his hand is on mine, holding it against his warm chest. My heart beats harder, faster.
“You think I don’t?”
“I shouldn’t be giving you rides and walking you home,” he goes on. “Pretending that those things are perfectly fine and innocent, because they’re not.”
We shift in the tiny space and suddenly our bodies are touching from shoulder to hip, the jolt of his heat like an electric current.
“We shouldn’t be seeing each other at all,” I tell him, even as I close my eyes, press myself into him so softly I can tell myself I’m not doing anything, my lips millimeters from his ear.
“No,” he says. “The more I see you the harder it is to pretend I don’t like you.”
A hand on my hip, his fingers touching bare skin above my too-small shorts.
“And the harder it is to pretend I don’t want you,” he whispers.
My heart’s beating so hard and fast that it feels like my ribcage is rattling in my body.
Outside and from above, the organ hums thickly, surrounding us.
“What if it were my fault?” I ask.
“What do you mean?”
I know I should walk away. I know that. I know my coworker Nathaniel got expelled for sexual misconduct and while I have no intention of making porn, I’m fairly certain that sleeping with my professor also falls into that category.
I know he could get fired and his career could be over.
I know a million things wrong with this scenario, and not one of them stops me.
“I mean,” I say, and plant a kiss on his neck, right below his jaw. His fingers curl into my spine.
“What if —” another kiss, higher up, “— it were my fault?”
The last kiss lands on his jawline, right below his ear, my fingers now woven through his hair, his slight stubble sharp on my lips.
He moves his hand until his palm is flat on my back, in the space between the shorts and my vest, underneath the jacket I’m still wearing. He swallows hard, his breath on my neck.
Then his hand is on my face, his thumb stroking my jaw, and he pulls me back, his green eyes nearly black in the dark, his lips parted, his gaze roaming my face. I don’t breathe. I don’t think my heart beats.
And he kisses me.
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
