• Winslow Brothers #1
• Billionaire Bad Boys Spin-Off
4.9 Stars
When it comes to life’s fun and games, always know:
The rules.
What’s at stake.
When to quit.
Wise words from…well…my fortune cookie. But wise words, nonetheless.
I just wish the Fortune Cookie People had considered how hard the whole “knowing when to quit” would be to carry out when a woman like me is gambling with her feelings.
Heart-palpitating, vageen-tingling, butterflies-in-my-belly feelings for a noncommittal, hot-as-sin player by the name of Jude Winslow.
After a crazy night where we were both pretending to be someone else, I’ve found myself immersed in the fun of the fling.
The thrill.
The irresistible charm.
The pleasure of being with a man like him.
Problem is, I’m positive he’s the exact opposite of husband material, and that is a serious issue for someone who is fixated on finding her happily ever after.
I know the rules and I know the stakes, oh wise Fortune Cookie.
Now I’d just like to know how close to self-destruction I have to get before I find the will to quit Jude Winslow.
Goodness knows, when your heart is on the line, you can’t ante up your bet with an IOU.
Adorable!
Jude is just so hilarious and sweet! All the brothers are amazing - can't wait to read all the stories!!
I just love this family and Lexi - the niece is just too cute - especially when she's with her uncles! LOL!
And of course we get our Thatch cameos - I think it should be a law that every future book will get a Thatch cameo! 💜
And still I'm asking myself: How are none of Max Monroe's books streaming their behinds off on Netflix yet??? The world is a weird and sad place!!
A few tiny things. First... this confused me a bit. The title. The Bet. Ok... we get that one bet at the beginning - that's how Sophie and Jude meet. But then we get nothing betty anymore. I thought that was going to be their thing. But there's only a tiny little bet at the end. I wished there would've been a few more bet scenearios in the story!
And then .. I know that's just me... but I don't find the hugely announced hilariousness of the story... funny. Did my humor die after reading a billion books or even just dozens of Max Monroe books? I just don't think this was über funny?! There were funny moments ... but nothing where I would spit out my drink or anything. :( But again - that's just me - going in expecting too much. But also - they tell you in the beginning to expect something extremely hilarious. :(
Then ... the cover. While a really cute/hot guy. I just can't stand the hand on/at the face thing. Just like the Max Monroe Cowboy book - that was even worse!
Tell me…is it ever possible to recover from the shame of
having orgasmed in public—discreetly, I think—all because of the stupid exotic
dancer I hired for my sister?
Because, if not, I won’t bother sharing this with my
therapist when we have our next session.
“Oh my God!” Belle yells from the stall, her feet teetering
on my heels as she tries to squat and hover over the toilet. I swear, if she
pees on my one and only pair of Jimmy Choos, I will hex her so hard. “Did you
freaking see that guy? He bent you over backward and planted a baby in your
womb through your dress, I swear to Jesus.”
“Uh, yeah. I saw,” I comment on the absurdly obvious. But
truthfully, I didn’t just see anything. I felt his heat and his heart thrumming
in his chest and smelled the undeniably intoxicating subtlety of his cologne. I
felt the stretch in my muscles as he manipulated my body left and right and
sideways and upside down, all while somehow managing to make the ridiculousness
of a male stripper seem sexy.
The only time I could truly say I saw, I suppose, was during
the out-of-body experience I had while he straddled my body in the sixty-nine
position and straight up sent me into purgatory. There I was, just hovering by
the ceiling of the room like Mary fucking Poppins and the kids when they go to
have tea with the loopy guy, wondering if that was really my face under his
superior crotch or if it was all just a mirage.
And then I had to go and fucking orgasm, like a teenage boy
in the middle of a wet dream.
I shake my head to clear it again, thanking my lucky stars
that, in this situation, I was at least afforded the luxury of being a woman.
No boner. No jizz-filled underwear. Just a hard twist of arousal and a pair of
damp panties.
“I swear he tossed you around like a rag doll!”
“Yes, Sophie,” I say, emphasizing my name instead of hers
just in case any other drunken members of our group found their way in here and
into another stall while I was busy with my emotional breakdown. “I’m well
aware of everything Jude, the Magic Dancer was, thank you very much.”
She flushes the toilet and swings the stall door back toward
herself, stumbling out into the open area and laughing hysterically at my
revamp of Puff, the Magic Dragon, one of our favorite songs as kids before
cynics ruined it.
I’m glad she’s having a good time, but holy hell. I’m still
shaking. And once I’m certain none of the gals from our group are in the
bathroom with us, I give her the cold, hard reality.
“You owe me so freaking much, it’s ridiculous.” Pretending
to be the bride at my sister’s bachelorette party when I’m not even dating
anyone would surely be something Dr. Winters would see as a “setback.”
“I know I owe you, I really do, but I would have died, okay?
You know I would have died. And that would really complicate your use of my
Costco membership, wouldn’t it?”
I snort. “Fine. But can we switch back now? Don’t you want
to enjoy the rest of the evening as the bride-to-be?”
Belle shakes her head almost violently and stands at the
sink to wash her hands. She waves them obnoxiously in front of the automatic
sensor several times but still never manages to turn the faucet on. I lean
forward and wave my hand in front of hers, bringing it to life.
For some reason, she always struggles with that.
“No way. I’ve had a great time the whole night tonight, but
I didn’t realize how much better it is when no one is paying attention to me!
Maid of honor is where it’s at, and I can’t go back now that I know how good it
is here.”
“Are you serious?” I snap.
“Please,” she begs, pretending to pout. “I know it’s not
ideal for you, but pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top, do this for me?
I’ll bake you however many cookies and cupcakes and cakes you want for the next
six months.”
My sister is the baked goods goddess, and she knows I can’t
resist that kind of offer.
“Fine,” I grind out. “But if I were you, I’d invest in stock
for flour and butter and sugar and shit because I’m going to run your ass like
a factory worker.”
“Whatever you want. John’s really good with investments, so
I’ll make him figure it out.”
I laugh at her drunken seriousness—it’s too hard not to—and
finally pull her into a hug so I can whisper directly into her ear. “I love
you, Bells. But I also fucking hate you.”
She nods. “It’s the Sage sister way.”
“Well, two out of three,” I correct, knowing that Katelynn
is the least drama-associated sister of the three of us. At five years our
senior, she was always more of a “Disciplinary Board” than a defendant when it
came to Sage sister arguments.
“That’s true,” Belle agrees. “I’m seriously surprised at how
drunk Kate’s gotten tonight. It’s a real mom’s-night-out kind of vibe.”
I roll my eyes. “Like you should talk. You’re drunker than
she is.”
“Yeah, but it’s my bachelorette,” she asserts.
Immediately, I shake my head with a fake smile. “Uh-uh. Not anymore, it’s not. Thanks to you, the glory of tonight seems to be mine.”
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About five years 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.
