Review Blitz - Wait With Me By Amy Daws
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The story of romance writer Amy Daws’ relationship with a little tire shop in South Dakota is a refreshingly fun tale that ends in an auto shop romantic comedy that you have to read!
Daws' fans have loved watching this story trend, but more importantly, they are loving this 5-star read about a couple who meet outside of a tire shop...
When romance novelist, Kate Smith, finds her long lost writing mojo in the customer waiting area of a tire store, the complimentary coffee isn’t the only things that’s hot. But sexy mechanic, Miles Hudson, is just up for a friendly test-drive of her new book idea.
At least, that was the agreement...
REVIEW
Wait With Me was my first book by Amy Daws so I was so excited to dive into this story especially because of all the that I was hearing about the back story of this book ,so when I got the chance to I was so excited and OMG I loved this story so much . Kate and Miles were just everything and I loved there love story it was sexy , witty , quirky and so much fun to read. I loved that Kate was writer , I feel like I dont get to read many books with writers as characters . I just loved the whole premise of this story ... I could go on and on about how much fun this book was but Iam going to try to keep my review short and sweet so you can start reading this book as soon as possible. Wait With Me is a sexy , addicting , funny contemporary romance that has me thinking maybe I need to go to my tire shop too lol . Amy Daws I cant wait to read your next book and if you all are wondering if you should read this book the answer is YES as soon as you can .
RATING
5/5 STARS
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She slaps her hand on her knee and bellows gallantly, “But
you know what, Miles, you’re right! I should totally find a random hookup
tonight.”
“Whoa, I never said anything about random.”
“Well, you’re doing it, so why can’t I?”
I narrow my eyes. “You don’t seem like the random type.”
“Maybe I should be.” Her eyes narrow when she leans in and
whispers against my lips. “Can I tell you a secret, Miles?”
“You can tell me anything, Mercedes.”
She giggles and crooks her finger for me to lean in even
closer. I’m so close I can smell the faint scent
of her cherry lip gloss, and it’s not helping the half boner having a party in
my pants.
Her lips graze my ear when she whispers, “My writing makes
me horny.”
I nearly choke on my beer. “I’m sorry, what?”
“My writing makes me horny.” She pulls back and nods her
confirmation. “I’m serious. I have a sex toy that works really well and really
fast, but I miss the heat of a man, ya know?”
My eyes scrunch together, and I rub my fingers in the
sockets to make sure I’m awake and hearing this all correctly. “I mean…I don’t
really ever miss the heat of man, so I don’t think I know exactly what you’re saying.”
“Fine, the heat of a woman.” She rolls her eyes
dramatically “You know what I’m talking about. The heat.”
I frown and shake my head. “You’re going to have to
elaborate because I think of a lot of things when I think of women, but their
body temperature isn’t one of them.”
“You asked for it.” She laughs and leans in so she’s speaking low and soft and directly
into my ear. “The heat of a woman is so much more than temperature. It’s the
soft, sensual curves of the female form. The way your fingers dig into the meat
of her thighs when she’s wrapped around you. Her smooth, sunken tummy when
she’s on her back, the delicate bumps of her ribcage when she’s throwing her
head back in pleasure. Tight little nipples in pillows of creamy softness. The
fact that you could fold yourself around her and envelop her body almost
entirely and still want more. You’re saying you don’t miss that kind of
heat?”
I blink slowly, recovering from what just happened. Her
voice was a sensual, verbal caress straight on my cock. Then there was the warm
heat of her breath on my ear. The deep husk of her tone. The way her warm palm
rests softly on my thigh.
Fucking hell.
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