Unprofessional by JD Hawkins
Release Date: March 22nd
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs
Model: Christian Hogue
5 Perfect Romance CROWNS
Unprofessional is exactly what I was looking for. It is romantic, sexy, and wholly entertaining. From the very first page, I was invested in these characters and their story, and I loved the journey J.D. Hawkins took me on.
Margo and Owen, particularly their relationship and interactions, make this story so enjoyable. They are best friends who have been attracted to each other, but have resisted for the obvious reasons. This friendship becomes that foundation for such a great relationship, because not only are Owen and Margo friends they also have that very important physical chemistry. So, readers get the best of both worlds with the fun banter and laid back relationship and the combustible physical intimacy in the bedroom.
Even though readers will love them together, they will also enjoy them on their own. Margo is the kind of heroine I love, someone who embraces her sexuality without any regard to what others will think of it, and she is so smart. Readers will also love how she protects herself. Owen is the lovable hero who has had a lot of women in his past, but has started to move on from that life. He is fun, vibrating with life, and just exudes this energy that women can’t help but be attracted to, and readers will not be immune to his charms.
This story, just like the characters, is very laid back. It flows nicely, establishing them as friends before moving them into relationship status. The friendship makes readers invest and root for them to make it to the real relationship status. When they move to the physical intimacy, J.D. Hawkins completely delivers with some of the hottest scenes with the dash of dominance from Owen. What I love most, though, is the conflict. This is the part of the story that can make or break a story for me, and this conflict is a natural progression of the developed plot but with substance. This is a legitimate conflict, the reactions are authentic, the fall-out, while heartbreaking, is necessary, and the reconciliation is what readers hope for. This conflict also leaves the integrity of both characters in tact, which is also a plus when they are incredibly lovable.
Unprofessional is another must read for romance readers. It is light and fun, romantic and steamy, just pure entertainment. With this book, readers get a fantastic story that is well-written and filled with characters readers will want to be friends with, and the relationship between Owen and Margo will be one they will want to emulate because who doesn’t want to fall in love with your best friend!
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
What happens when the internet’s favorite playboy falls in love?
I have the best job in the world. Date beautiful women and write about it.
But I want to take it to the next level: instead of writing about my experiences make it into an online reality show.
But here is the catch. My boss wants me to share the show with a woman co-host. And he wants that woman to be my best friend and co-worker, Margo.
I’ll date beautiful women and she’ll date hot men. Sounds fair enough.
So now I have to watch her fake date hot men. I used to love going home with a different woman every night, but suddenly this isn’t as fun. Seeing Margo with anyone else is driving me crazy.
And the more time I spend with her working on the show, the less I want to keep our relationship in the friends’ zone. And the harder it is to stop myself from imagining her bent over the copier.
Things are about to get unprofessional.
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“Thank god you live on the ground floor,” I say, as I rummage for her keys in her bag with one hand while keeping her from falling with the other. It’s not that I haven’t been to Margo’s place before, but when we hang out it’s usually at work functions or the occasional bar, and at the moment I can’t shake the feeling that I’m intruding a little.
“You know, you’re really fucking hot,” she slurs, giggling. My cock stirs at the brush of her lips so close to my neck, her warm breath against my skin. I have to shake it off.
“And you’re really fucking drunk,” I reply with a forced laugh, as the key finally catches and I kick the door open.
“No…I mean it,” she says as I step into her apartment, still holding her in my arms. “You’re like…the most beautiful man.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” I say, as I open a few wrong doors (closet, bathroom) until I find her bedroom. I walk in and lay her down on the bed, then pull away, setting her bag on the night table. “You should probably just rest a bit, let it pass.” I unlace her boots and ease them off gently, setting them on the floor before straightening up to go. This feels familiar, although I haven’t carried a too-drunk Margo home from a party and put her to bed since our undergrad years. “You need anything? Water, or—”
“Yeah.” Margo smiles.
Instead of answering, she mischievously beckons me closer. I look at her, dress rolling up around her thighs, twisting her body up in the sheets, my imagination starting to whirl a little.
“Come here!” she yelps impatiently.
This could mean trouble—the problem is, I like trouble. I groan and go nearer to the bed.
“Closer,” she giggles, and I’m taken with the smile, the way she grinds into the bed…
Her hand pulls on my shirt, her smile goes and instead her mouth is open now, weakened like she’s preparing to kiss me. I could so easily fall into her here, so easily bring my mouth onto hers, put my own hands under her clothes. I can almost taste her, appetite stirring…
Except being a real man doesn’t just mean knowing when to make a move, it also means knowing when you shouldn’t.
“Nice try,” I say, pulling back.
Margo laughs and pounds her fists onto the bed with disappointment.
“But I need to see what’s under your shirt. You still got those Grand Canyon abs, I bet.”
“Ok. That’s my cue to go,” I say, half-out the door. “See you tomorrow.”
“No! Come on! Please! I remember the view was fucking amazing. Just a little peek. A tiny little peek for old time’s sake. Come on, Owen! Don’t be an asshole. You know you want to show it off.”
I look back at her, hand on the doorknob, and find myself laughing.
“Happy now?” I say, pulling up my shirt a little way.
Margo screams and falls back onto her pillows laughing.
“I knew it! Just as perfect as that night you got locked out of the girl’s dorm,” she says, as I close the door and leave.
When I get back to my car, I’m still smiling.
About the Author:
JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independent women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn’t writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He’s always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.
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