Title: The Redo
Author: Max Monroe
Release: July 17, 2022
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Cover Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Cover Model: Andrew Biernat
Put a finger down if you’ve ever been a single woman who got stuck in a New York City elevator in the middle of a summer blackout with your former high school sweetheart—whom you haven’t seen in years—while pregnant with a baby that isn’t biologically yours. And you can’t believe how handsome that blast from your past is, so you unwittingly flirt with him a little even though your life is so crazy complicated you’re barely keeping your head above water, but everything about him makes you think you could totally still be in love with him.
*puts a finger down*
What? Just me?
Needless to say, my current status is thorny. And no, I didn’t miss how close that word is to another one.
Even though he’s the epitome of tall, dark, and incredibly handsome, Remington Winslow has been a single bachelor for most of his life. It’s clichéd and basic—until you consider the fact that once upon a terrible time, he got left at the altar.
He doesn’t do relationships. He definitely doesn’t fall in love.
And I’m just trying to survive a tangled web of unexpected motherhood and running one of the top real estate firms in the city that never sleeps.
He’s the jaded guy who doesn’t want to settle down, and I’m the career-focused woman with more baggage than a 747 can hold.
We’re just two friends who used to be in love.
Now, if someone would tell my hormones I’m not a teenager anymore, I’d be set.
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All I feel are softness and curves. Over me. Around me. Pressed against me.
This is a damn good dream.
The smell of the most delicious flowery perfume engulfs my head, and the sound of soft panting fills my ears.
Damn, that’s sexy.
Hands grip at the material of my shirt, and the feel of warmth rhythmically pressing against my thigh makes my c0ck take notice. Like, really take notice. So much so that I no longer feel like I’m sleeping.
I feel awake. Really awake.
I blink my eyes open, and the light of the moon coming in through the windows is the first thing my brain can understand.
The second? Maria.
Her long hair fans over my shoulder, and it’s her hands that grip my shirt, tugging at the material with her fingers. Her full breasts are pressed against my ribs, her thigh is stretched across mine, and the rhythmic sensation against my body is her. Grinding against me.
Definitely not dreaming.
I think she’s still sleeping. I don’t know. I can’t tell, but when a sexy little moan leaves her lungs, I have to find out.
“Maria,” I whisper her name, my voice already strained with my undeniable arousal.
But she doesn’t answer. Just keeps grinding herself against me.
“Maria,” I whisper again, and it’s then that her eyes pop open and meet mine.
Her gaze is sleepy but still shining with heat and desire, and I can’t stop myself from thinking about how beautiful she is. Maria has always been beautiful to me, but there is something about seeing her raw and without inhibitions that makes me feel crazy with need.
The need to touch her.
Slide inside her.
Slowly, I reach down and brush my knuckles over her breasts. She whimpers, and her hips jolt forward against me.
I move my hand farther down her body, but when I grip her thigh, something changes behind her eyes. It’s like she’s finally fully awake. Completely aware of what’s happening.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” she whispers and starts to avert her eyes from mine, guilt and shame lowering her chin. “I don’t know what I was doing… I think I was… I—”
“Maria,” I cut her off, not giving her space to apologize for something that’s done the opposite of make me uncomfortable. And then I tell her the only thing that makes sense right now. “I want you too.”
I lift her chin with my index finger and search her eyes.
When she doesn’t pull away this time, I slowly, carefully, lean forward until our mouths are just a breath away from each other.
“Remy,” she whispers as she grips my shirt tighter and she presses her body into mine.
I have to kiss her.
I can’t not kiss her.
Many moons ago, a dynamic duo of romance authors teamed up under the pseudonym Max Monroe, and, well, the rest is history…
Max Monroe is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of more than thirty contemporary romance titles. Favorite writing partners and long time friends, Max and Monroe strive to live and write all the fun, sexy swoon so often missing from their Facebook newsfeed. Sarcastic by nature, their two writing souls feel like they’ve found their other half. This is their most favorite adventure thus far.
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