Series: Crazy Love #2
Release date: June 12th 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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First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes baby in a baby carriage. Just not necessarily in that order. . . .
I should probably be dead or in jail right now. Instead, thanks to some tough love, I worked my ass off and now I own a string of tattoo parlors throughout the Pacific Northwest. And yet the one thing I’ve always wanted—a family—still seems out of reach. When my best friend gets married, I’m just hoping to blow off some steam with the super-hot maid of honor. But after Cara Thompson tracks me down to tell me she’s pregnant, she’s more surprised than I am when I tell her I’m all in.
For the first time in my life, I’m living for myself—not for my parents and their ridiculous expectations. I gave up on my MBA, dropped out of the Ivy League, and moved to Portland to pursue my dream of becoming an artist. And what’s the first thing I do? Get knocked up. For a tatted-up sex god, Braxton Henley seems way too eager to “be there for me.” Is this guy serious? Maybe. He sure is patient. Because he won’t back down until I admit what I know in my heart: that our one night stand might’ve led me to the one.
The Faerie Queen’s review
Yesss that was glorious and I loved it. Not only was it emotionally satisfying, Knocked Up was also HOT.
Cara – an artist from a rich family – and Braxton – a tattoo business owner from the wrong side of town – have a great weekend together at their best friends’ wedding. Weeks later, Cara finds out she’s pregnant and seeks Braxton out to let him know. She’s mortified, he thinks she’s disgusted by him, but both are insanely attracted to each other – and both want to keep and raise the baby. Fighting pride, prejudice (I couldn’t help it), hormones, and terrible parents, these two must find a way to deal with each other for the sake of their unborn child. But honestly, they’re meant to be!
I thought Cara was very admirable. Yes, she was only 24 and wasn’t financially or logistically prepared for a child, but she was determined to have it, with or without Braxton’s help. I loved that she could be both strong enough to set out on her own against her parents’ wishes, wanting to achieve her own dreams and not there’s, but she was also vulnerable and scared. I imagine getting pregnant is scary enough when you plan for it, but she took the unexpected news in her stride.
Braxton was very much an alpha male. He’d built his life up from nothing, and when he found out about the baby, he was determined to give it a better life than he’d had. He could be quite bossy, but he also took Cara’s wants and emotions into consideration. And he wanted that child; it wasn’t just a responsibility for him.
“We made a baby.” A tear falls down Braxton’s cheek and he leans down, brushing his lips over my cheek, and his voice is so gruff, so broken and beautiful. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Cara.”
When I read that, I just about died. And honestly, Braxton worshipped this baby in words and acts all through the book. If I ever get pregnant, I hope the dad cares about me and the baby even half as much as Braxton cared about Cara and their child. Talk about setting unrealistic expectations.
And their chemistry! There was so much heart and humour and heat between them, only heightened by this shared adventure they were embarking on. It was drawn out torturously, but when they finally came together, it was immensely satisfying. And I have no doubt, if there was no baby involved, that they’d have made just as great a couple.
Both had people in their lives who couldn’t understand the “other side” and felt the need to meddle. It was frustrating and even painful to read, especially towards the end with Cara’s parents meddling with her life. I’m also none to happy with another person who just wanted to protect one of the couple by driving them apart. But I did like how the angst was resolved in the end.
This one hit me in the feels, and I read it almost in one sitting (damn work). If alpha males with hearts and family drama are your thing, Knocked Up is available now!
PS – Why doesn’t the cover model have tattoos?! This is probably my only criticism.
I quickly take everything off and drape the paper sheet over my lap, leaving my socks on, and when I’m ready, the edges of the sheet tucked under my thighs and backside, Pam knocks on the door.
“Ready?” she calls as she’s already pushing open the door.
“Yup.” I sound like I’m about ready to croak, and Braxton’s deep, rumbling chuckle worsens my rattled nerves. He kissed me!
I raise my hand to my mouth and as my fingertips press my lips, they’re taken away, gripped in Braxton’s warm hold. He smiles down at me knowingly and I force my attention on Pam.
She pulls the internal monitor out of the drawer, along with a bottle of lubricant and a condom, and Braxton’s grip on my hand turns almost bone-crushing.
“Yup.” I cut him off.
“Now you see why I wanted the external one,” I mutter quietly.
I can’t look at him. My cheeks are on fire, and for some absolutely insane reason, other parts of my body are warming and this should not be happening at my midwife’s office.
“So,” Pam says, turning around and back to business. Except it’s hard to take her seriously as she waves what looks like a massive vibrator in her hand. “We’re going to insert this inside of you.”
“Holy shit,” Braxton mutters. And God, kill me. Please kill me now.
If Pam hears him, she ignores him as she steps toward me, and pulls out a set of stirrups from beneath the table. “I’m going to need you to lie down, Cara, and spread your legs, and slip down to the edge of the bed for me.”
“I feel like I’ve heard this before,” I say, unable to stop myself. My filter has evaporated along with my self-respect and all of this is so absolutely humiliating.
Pam pauses, glances at me and then at Braxton and nods, understanding. But I swear, as her gaze sweeps down Braxton’s arms, even she blushes. Which is great . . . my midwife thinks my non-boyfriend baby daddy is hot.
“I feel like I’ve said this before,” Braxton says, and both of our eyes whip to him. My gracious. He’s smiling, shoulders shaking like he’s holding back the world’s most boisterous laugh, and it’s all I can do to not kill him while he’s standing there, glancing between the monitor-slash-vibrator and my spread legs and I can’t hold it in anymore.
“This is embarrassing.”
Pam is back to business, already spreading the condom over the phallic-shaped instrument, and then she drizzles on the lubricant.
Braxton’s breath brushes over my cheeks. His dark locks tickle my temple as he whispers, “I feel like I should be offering to help with this.”
“Shut up,” I grit, my stomach muscles clenching from trying not to die or laugh. “This isn’t funny.”
“Oh. This is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, I’m not going to lie.”
My fingers squeeze his hand and Pam is in front of me. She holds a small black box in her other hand and the tip of the wand against my center. “I’ll go slow, and it might be cold, okay?”
“Sweet Jesus,” Braxton whispers. “I don’t know whether to be terrified or turned on right now, Cara.”