I simply adored this book! This sexy second chance romance was an absolute delight to read, with two characters I couldn’t get enough of and so many unforgettable scenes that made me giggle and swoon all at the same time, I was smitten cover to cover. The story of two estranged childhood best friends who suddenly find themselves on opposite sides of a courtroom, this book was the perfect blend of sizzling sexual tension and heartwarming romance, and with a charming brand of nerdy humor lacing every single page, it was positively one of the most uplifting stories I’ve read of late. A great conclusion to a fantastic series, and a top recommendation from me.
“What’d you do to your face?” she asks, folding her arms.
I touch my chin. “I grew a beard.”
“Well ungrow it. It looks like a vagina from a 1970s porn film.”
Brent Mason might have been born with a silver spoon in his mouth and with a family name that could have opened any door for him in life, but he has worked hard to step out of the shadow of all those who came before him and to make a name for himself in his chosen profession. At thirty-two, Brent is at the top of his game—a partner in a thriving law firm and a successful defense attorney—but, much to his mother’s despair, a confirmed bachelor. He likes to live life in the moment and avoids long-term romantic attachments by keeping an emotional distance from the women he dates, until a striking blonde in a ravishing red dress walks into one of his parents’ parties and gets his undivided attention.
“I’ve never forgotten you, sweetheart. Not even close.”
Kennedy Randolph is a ferocious public prosecutor with a long winning streak and a reputation for being ruthless and unbending, but her stoic façade is shaken from the moment she meets the appraising eyes of the man who broke her heart fourteen years before. As a child, Kennedy used to believe her best friend hung the moon and the stars, but all she sees in him now is the very reason she no longer trusts men or allows herself to care for one. And his every cocky attempt at flirting with her only strengthens her resolve to best him in every possible way.
Over the last fourteen years I’ve thought a lot about what it’d be like to see Kennedy Randolph again—but I never thought it’d be on the opposite side of a courtroom.
“You realize this makes us mortal enemies? You’re now the Lex Luthor to my Superman, the Magneto to my Professor Xavier.”
“With your comic book obsession obviously still in full effect, I’d say I’m more the Wendy to your Peter Pan complex.”
But so much of their past together has shaped both the people they have become, and when every memory has two sides, it soon becomes clear to them both that they might have lost fourteen years of new memories made together due to a simple misunderstanding.
“We’re soul mates. Destined to be together, written in the stars, Bogie-and-Bacall perfect. Kennedy doesn’t see it yet—but that’s all right. Because I’m patient. And relentless.”
As opposing counsels on a case, Brent and Kennedy are now forced to remain adversaries in court, but each private moment spent together brings them one step closer to the carefree kids they once were—free to be themselves, free to be each other’s pillar of support, and feeling safe for the first time in their adult lives to love freely. But a decade of misplaced anger and heartbreak has turned Kennedy from a cheery, funny, socially oblivious teenager into a hard-hearted young woman who struggles to trust her own heart not to get broken again. Luckily for her, she’s met her match in and out of the courtroom, and nothing can stop a man in love, not even a fourteen-year-old case of cold feet.
As the elevator starts to rise, I feel his eyes on me. “My supervisor called, told me to get you upstairs straight away.”
I nod. “Yeah.”
“He said the director called him personally.”
“That sounds about right.”
He pauses for a beat and then asks, “Who the hell are you?”
There’s only one way I can answer. I lower my voice and look him in the eyes. “I’m Batman.”
Books like these can pull you out of any dreaded ‘reading funk’ that comes your way, and every second spent reading this enchanting enemies-to-lovers romance ‘fed’ the desperate seeker of feel-good stories in me. Ms Chase’s remarkable ability to paint even the most dramatic of scenes with dry humour and wit only heightened my enjoyment of this story, setting it apart from many in its genre and making it an instant favourite for me.
“It's one thing if I want to screw Kennedy ten different ways. But to think of my mother cheering us on—sitting on the sidelines with a flag in one hand and a foam cock in the other—is just wrong.”