Hot for His Girl
Release date: October 1st 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Source: Social Butterfly PR
I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.
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Andonia “Andi” Schwartz is the kind of gal you love to hate. Snarky, skinny, and jaded, Andi’s goodness lies hidden beneath her sharp edges. But it’s there . . . this independent single mom has it going on.
Reid Fellows is a lovable dude. Bespectacled tenure-track statistics professor by day, shirtless blogger by night, he’s a catch on paper and easy on the eyes.
Andi wields her power and unruly commentary from behind her laptop as the anonymous proprietor of The UnAffectionate Blogger. Reid’s blog, Grill and Groom, began on a dare. Now, he regularly shows his abs of steel while grilling.
He may love this gig more than his day job. She needs her page views and advertisers to support her daughter. Until the two meet and spin a web online and IRL . . . in real life.
What happens when two bloggers fall for each other?
A new blog is born.
The Faerie Queen’s review
When I first learned about this book, I knew I needed to Get My Hands On It. A romance between two bloggers? Hell. Yeah. In what universe would I not want to read this??? (And then to learn the author is a mom and blogger, like the heroine? It means this book is going to be authentic af. Well, as authentic as a romance novel can be.)
READERS. Nothing prepared me for the perfection that is Reid. As a recently single person considering what I want in my next relationship, I think all future prospects have been ruined by Reid. He’s kind, considerate, intelligent, caring, funny, romantic, hot af… He’s completely accepting of the fact that Andi is a single mom with lots of responsibilities. He can cook – or grill – and well. He’s looking for a real, meaningful relationship. He is a blogger and understands the work that goes into that. Ugh.
I mean, Andi isn’t too bad either. She’s snarky and cynical and spends a lot of time at home. She’s me, except a mom and thinner. She couldn’t believe Reid was the read deal, and honestly, I couldn’t either. Let’s hear it for the jaded girls! I mean, she had a good reason not to trust men, given what the father of her daughter did to her. And the Big Deal of the book makes sense to me, which is honestly pretty rare. She got involved with Reid without letting him know that she was a big blogger, and as a blogger, I can understand why she fought to keep her anonymity. Though I would have owned up to it a lot sooner, I felt like all of her actions were in keeping with her character, not blown out of proportion for the sake of the plot.
This book shined even more because of the children. They were bundles of energy that could crash at any second. They farted and threw up and said things at the wrong moment. Basically, all the great things I laugh at in YouTube videos (and also scare me about having kids of my own). Andi’s daughter, Gabby, is absolutely adorable, bringing so much humour to the book. And Reid is so great with her. My ovaries just about exploded.
There was building tension in this book due to Andi’s secret, and naturally, there was some fallout. I kept waiting for Reid to find out, with a few almost moments to keep my anxiety running high. Luckily for my nerves, I didn’t have to suffer from the angst too long when it did come, leaving this book overall sweet and funny.
I feel so bad for the guys I go on dates with next because now I’ve got Reid on my mind, and I’m hot for Andi’s guy. If you’re a mom/blogger/hopeless romantic, I definitely think you should read this.
He’s tall, lean, and muscular in track pants and a long-sleeved tee underneath a glow-in-the-dark skeleton-adorned apron. Jet-black hair, mussed across his forehead. Even under the darkening sky, I can tell he has deep olive-toned skin. His eyes, I’m not quite sure. Maybe dark.
I feel my feet walking toward the object of my desire, but suddenly halt them.
For a second, my brain kicks in and I take stock of my disheveled appearance. This isn’t how I want to meet the man I’ve internet-stalked for a week. The man my brother-in-law wants to emulate, supposedly to win the heart of an overeager preschool teacher. The man who grills shirtless and does it oh-so-well. Just yesterday, he made rosemary-and-thyme veal chops. I don’t believe in eating veal, have never even tried it, and I was salivating over my laptop.
Reid, Grill and Groom, whatever his last name is, doesn’t hide behind the anonymity of his laptop. Nope, he’s right out on the wild, wild web for anyone to see.
This man is everything I’m not. He writes a successful blog, puts his name out there. And now he’s standing a few feet from me, joking with my daughter and her friend like he has nothing better to do and all the time in the world to do it.
“Mom! Can we have two?”
“Ms. Andi, this guy said we could have two big bars! Can we?”
“Hey there . . .”
Three voices call to me, but I’m stuck in Reidville, the small town that had only just begun to grow in my mind. Not the real, live man currently calling out, “Hey there,” to me.
“Mom!” Gabby shouts, finally dragging me out of a dense mental fog.
“Um, are you sure?” I holler from where I’m standing, because there’s no way in hell I’m allowing myself to move any closer to the door.
“It’s no prob. Evening’s almost over, and I don’t want to be stuck with all this leftover candy,” Reid yells back.
He’s tall. I’m guessing six foot two or three based on the way he towers over the girls and his head almost meets the top of the door frame.
“Make sure to say thanks,” I tell the girls, my voice squeaking, the stupid crumpled coffee cup dangling in my hand.
“Would you like one?”
Reid, Reid, Reid, just let me get out of here alive with my limbs attached and my lungs still pumping air in and out.
But no, he can’t. The girls sing, “Thank you,” and he’s following them out to me, candy basket in hand.
I fight the urge to sniff under my pits again, but I can’t seem to stop my free hand from smoothing down the front of my shirt and gathering my cardigan tight across my belly. It’s flatter than most, but still—I’ve had a baby.
“Would you like one? To go with your coffee?” He’s dead center now, right in front of me, wearing flip-flops despite the chilly nighttime air, holding the basket with his strong hands I’ve seen pictured on the blog, working the grill.
I’m not gonna lie. I’ve fantasized about those hands working me . . . just about everywhere. Okay, everywhere.
I admit it. I ended up perusing this guy’s site more than I care to say.
Green. His eyes are dark green, deep like the forest, clear like the sea, inviting like a patch of moss.
A frog settles in my throat, and I can’t make a sound for fear it will alas be a croak.
I shake my head and clear my throat, banishing the toad. “Tempting, but no thanks.”
“Actually, I really do have apples, if that’s more appealing.” He cocks an eyebrow at me, light from the rising moon twinkling in his eyes.
Reid, Reid, Reid, go back to your grill.