Gigi and Gray's story is a new adult, brothers best friend, forbidden/secret romance. It has an atomospheric small town feel to it and is fun, flirty, drama filled with a lot of heart. These young characters deal with a lot yet the book still has a youthful lightness to it. Just like in the first book it involves a great friend group dynamic with well written character growth. I'm really enjoying this series so far and can't wait to see where it goes next.
Tangled, an all-new brother’s best friend standalone romance from Laura Pavlov, is available now!!
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Excerpt
“You don’t get to decide where I poke my nose,” I said, and my tongue dipped out because I couldn’t push away the thought of poking my nose between her legs—but I wouldn’t tell her that.
She pushed to her feet and started loading the packages into the bags I’d brought them in, irritation seeping from her.
“You know, Gray. You’re a lot of things, but I’d have never guessed you a coward.”
Now I was standing and yanking the bag away from her. “You’re correct. I am a lot of things—but a coward is not one of them.”
“The definition of a coward is one who shows disgraceful fear or timidity.” A fake oversized smile grew across her pretty face.
“Why the fuck do you know the definition of coward?”
“I took my SATs not too long ago, thank you very much. I assumed you’d know the definition since you wear it so well.” She moved to the door and yanked it open.
“How exactly am I a coward?”
“Because you’re a scared little boy who’s afraid of my brother and afraid of his own feelings.” She stood there all cocky and sure of herself. Hell, insulting me was her favorite pastime.
“I’m not afraid of anything, G. You’re wrong about that.” I moved through the open doorway, refusing to let her get to me.
“I think you’re afraid of kissing me because you know it would be good and that scares the crap out of you.”
I whipped around to see her smiling like she was proud that she was getting under my skin. But she wasn’t. I wasn’t afraid of Cade or Gigi or any of that bullshit.
I was afraid of hurting her.
But if she needed proof, I was all too happy to give it to her.
I moved into her space, dropping the bags at my feet.
Her breathing stalled and she backed up against her dresser, and the door slammed shut behind me.
“You think I’m afraid to kiss you?” I asked, my voice gruff and raw as I moved into her space. Wanting to steal the air from her lungs.
“I think you are,” she whispered.
One hand hooked around the back of her neck, and the other squeezed her ass as I yanked her close. My dick was so hard I thought it might tear through the denim holding him captive. My mouth crashed into hers, and there was nothing gentle about it. My tongue slipped inside her sweet mouth as her lips parted, all but inviting me in. I groaned against her soft lips as our tongues did a wild dance charged with need and desire.
She pressed closer, and I lifted her off the ground and her legs wrapped around my waist. I rocked her slowly, moving her up and down, so she could grind up against my cock. Her breathing was erratic, and her hands tangled in my hair. She moved faster, and I knew she was close. Hell, I’d never made a chick come just from kissing her, but everything about Gigi was different.
In the best fucking way.
She cried out my name as her hips moved in frantic rhythm as she rode out every last wave of pleasure. I set her on her feet and took in her wild eyes. Her lips were swollen, and she pushed her hair away from her face. She appeared to be a bit stunned by the whole encounter.
“Not afraid of kissing you, G. Just afraid we’ll both want more. And that can’t happen.” I kissed the top of her head before reaching for the two bags at my feet and walking right out the door.
I’d need to stop home for a quick shower so I could rub it out to my latest fantasy of Gigi Jacobs coming apart in my arms from just having my mouth on hers.
This would definitely be a new favorite.
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