Knot so Lucky (The holidates series Book 2)

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buddies, Eleanor and Millie hop on a plane to let loose in Vegas after all their hard work preparing to open their own salon. Drinks with the LV Raiders starting line is all fun and games until the boys get competitive. A drunken night of debauchery ends with Eleanor and Crew saying “I do.”

They don’t owe me anything. If one of us succeeds, we all do. Plus, there’s no better defensive end or wide receiver in this league.” Improvisation is required between holding my dress with one hand and squeezing my phone between my face and shoulder. The debate in my head only lasts seconds before I spin around and use my bottom to push it open. My heels dig into the concrete, making an awful scuffing sound as I get through. I spin off the glass, stumbling a few steps before righting myself. We’re young and about to seal the biggest trade deal in the league. The three of us are on our way to winning a Super Bowl. Life doesn’t get any better. Yeah, right. You’re insane. What are you doing here?” Embarrassed, I scrunch my face as I add, “Other than getting beat up.”I look up at the directional signs, turning around, trying to figure out where I’m going as I counter.

I feel a thousand emotions all at once. But the one thing I don’t want to feel is regret. Because Crew Matthews is worth the gamble.” Oh. My. God,” she scoffs incredulously. “Give me a break. I’m the player? How many real relationships have you had in the last five months…let alone the last five years?” Her leg lifts like she’s going to crawl off me, but I hold her in place, anchoring her pussy to me. Excuse what?” my sister rants, thinking I’m talking to her. “Excuse you for making the single stupidest decision of your life?”Yeah, my key card doesn’t work. Which you clearly already know. Are you guys having a problem or something?” Those big eyes of hers stare up, her palms pressed against my chest as my lips barely part. But it’s Eleanor who speaks first. Before reading it, I confess that I was a little unsure about what would be Nate and TJ's roles in the story, considering that it's not a why-choose romance (this is not a spoiler, the author has said it before). Their participation in the story was well-balanced, and their dynamic played out perfectly, even better than I have envisioned. I loved the Tweedles and I can't wait to read more about these two. My fingers dig into her hips, keeping her pressed against me as my bottom lip draws between my teeth, then slides out slowly, my eyes never leaving her. Nate lifts the bottle and pours the liquid directly down her throat. I finally read this one and y'all, the hype is real. This book is HILARIOUS, SUPER spicy, and just an all around fun read. And OMG, the audiobook is full cast and it was AMAZING, so many favorite narrators! If you need a good smutty palate cleanser, look no further.

I think I’m funny, and apparently, he does too because the Gabriel Macht look-alike huffs a laugh as he starts up the stairs, glancing over his shoulder to throw out, “Technically, Elliot Stabler’s a detective. I’m a lawyer. But don’t worry, I do pro bono work.” He holds the door open for us to walk inside the building, offering his words to Crew this time. “You sure you don’t want to stay hitched? She’s funny.” Umm, pass. Plus, where would you go? My blow-job skills aren’t that impressive. There’s no way I am carrying the weight for both of us. I’m more of a pretend blow job while I actually jerk you off kind of girl.”I shake my head, looking down at the long T-shirt that says I’d hit that. There was no way I was leaving it behind. It’s the perfect memento from my night of debauchery. Even with as cool as Eleanor is and as much as she talks a good game about hooking up, even she has a thing…something that’ll make her think we’re a possibility. That there’s untapped potential here, and eventually, four little irrational words will make all the sense in the world to her: I can change him. She lets out a whoosh of breath before she rushes her words out in a long, rambled stream of consciousness.

As if I’m trying to actively get kidnapped, I go limp, jerking my wrist from his hand as I fall over the console. My head and arms sprawled into his lap. Like in Tangled in Tinsel, she has done the "every woman experience" again and I love it. If you're not familiar with the concept, it is when the author doesn't physically describe the heroine—you can picture whoever you want, yourself included.

Nate’s wearing his boxer briefs and last night’s shirt, despite missing all the buttons. But TJ takes the cake because he’s wearing an Elvis jumpsuit. Except it’s only half on, hanging at his waist with stains on the legs…pizza, maybe? You must now act as if you find him attractive. sober…to the point where you can get an annulment and run away while wearing a T-shirt that reads, “I’d hit that.” Her eyes are so pretty that I’m starting to wonder if the memory of them will ever do them justice." He nods, then frowns as he rubs his jaw, adding with a wink, “Yeah, with a judge. I’m thinking I should claim spousal abuse and take you for all you’ve got. You’re so mean to me.”