WHAT IS WITH MIKE McCAULEY?
Every time Delilah Webster runs into Mike McCauley, he practically bites her head off. The rough-and-tumble contractor clearly has baggage. Del has her own emotional scars and knows she’s better off keeping her distance, but Mike’s temptation in jeans and a T-shirt and she’s always been good with her hands…
There’s something about the strong-willed mechanic that sets Mike’s motor running—and scares the hell out of him. Mike has loved and lost and will never hurt like that again, even if that means walking away from a woman who makes him feel alive for the first time in years.
When a simple kiss turns hot and heavy, Mike discovers he can’t stay away, no matter how certain he is they’re destined to crash and burn…
First off, I’m a fan. I’m a writer’s favorite kind of fan, I own everything she’s put out – some in multiple formats or versions. She’s that good. I personally prefer her science fiction and paranormal stuff but her contemporaries are also excellently written. That said, let’s move on to the review.
Although this could be read as a standalone, it works much better as part of the series. Mike and Del, the hero and heroine, have been dancing for several books now so a lot of anticipation of their story has built up. Mike is a still grief-stricken widower with a small son and a streak of neatness that borders on obsession. [That’s a comment from a totally non-neat person so may be over-reaction on my part.] Del is his blue-collar, tattoo-wearing nemesis with piercings and attitude. He doesn’t approve of her, doesn’t like her, and DEFINITELY doesn’t want her around his son who does like her. He keeps telling himself that. Del is on-board with that – she is totally not interested. Totally. But then there’s Colin, a six-year-old Machiavelli who wants a puppy, a mom and a little brother and is willing to do what he must to get them.
If you’re looking for a sweet and delicate romance, don’t go here. Del brings out the inner bad boy that Mike struggles to keep hidden, even from himself. Family and friends – his, hers, and Colin’s – tumble and meddle around the major players and everybody swears. The sex is hot, graphic and occasionally kinky. But with a story named ‘What to Do with a Bad Boy’ that shouldn’t be a surprise.
The characters are wonderful. One of Ms. Harte’s strengths is her characterizations. Her people live and breathe. Whether they are major or minor players each character is fleshed out and has his or her own voice. She creates people you would like to meet [or in the case of some of her bad guys, run away from.] As for the hero and heroine? Yes, Ms. Harte does sexual chemistry very well – and she does love even better. You are left knowing the hero and heroine are together, forever, and forever is going to be a very hot place…
McCauley Brothers series
#1 The Troublemaker Next Door
#2 How to Handle a Heartbreaker
#3 Ruining Mr. Perfect
#4 What to Do with a Bad Boy
Caffeine addict, boy referee, and romance aficionado, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author MARIE HARTE is a confessed bibliophile and devotee of action movies. Whether hiking in Central Oregon, biking around town, or hanging at the local tea shop, she’s constantly plotting to give everyone a happily ever after. Visit www.marieharte.com and fall in love.
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He leaned down, so that his nose was all but touching hers. “Sweetheart, you couldn’t handle what I’m really made of.”
Stupid Del wanted to drag his stubborn mouth closer for the kiss she could all but taste. >From the look in his eyes, he wanted the same. Mike might not like her much, but the man wanted her. She could feel the chemistry between them, and it burned.
Self-preservation reared its head, and she ducked under him and hustled to the door leading to the hall. She opened it and waited. “Don’t let it hit you in the ass, Mike.”
He chuckled as he sauntered to join her. “You’ll watch what you say around Colin?”
“Yep. When I see him Wednesday night, I promise to call you a buttwipe instead of an asshole. Fair?”
He sighed. “Guess it’ll have to do. For now.” To her shock, he dragged a rough finger down her exposed neck. “Nice hair, by the way. I like the braids pulled back. Shows off your pretty neck. No tats here, sweetness?”
She didn’t know what to say, frozen by the combustible lust and confusion drowning her system.
He stared into her eyes again, gave a satisfied smile, then left.
She watched his fine ass leave the building, heard a few choice remarks from the guys in the garage who also watched him leave, and yelled at them to get back to work. Then she slammed into her office and plopped her butt in her chair, staring without seeing at the mess on her desk.
She rubbed her neck over the spot he’d touched and tried to be madder about what he’d done. What he’d called her.