Wednesday 21 July 2021

πŸ’œ Max Monroe πŸ”₯ THE BET πŸ”₯ Winslow Brothers #1 πŸ’œ #BlogTour #Excerpt πŸ’œ


• 17 July 2021
• 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.

Sophie + Jude.

We all remember Jude from previous books. (If you haven't read any Max Monroe books yet - don't worry, this is a standalone Rom-Com, but you should definitely read ALL THEIR BOOKS ASAP!)

Jude is a club promoter and he lives a very happy serial hook-up single guy life in New York City. No serious relationship dare come near him.

Sophie is the complete opposite. The event-wedding-planner is ΓΌber focused on finding her happily ever after.

Jude should so not be the right guy for her - especially after the way they met - pretending to be people they're not in real life ...


Jude is just so hilarious and sweet! All the brothers are amazing - can't wait to read all the stories!!

This was such an adorable opposites attract rom-com. So funny, sparky, sexxy ... just really sweet and beautiful. I loved reading this!

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! πŸ’œ

Great start to this new Winslow series!
Can't wait for Flynn's book - he's the mysterious silent brother! 

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 ΓΌber 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!

But still - I loved reading this and I will keep on reading alll the MM books for ever and ever!

THE BET was another amazingly funny and adorable and sexy Max Monroe Rom-Com! Run to your nearest amazon for your own Jude - he'll be sold out in no time!


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. ​