It was simply a good love story and by the way M.Pauley delivered a really spectacular performance. Everyone deserves for someone to learn their love language.

Every one should have someone work this hard to show their love for them. And Con is so geeking awkward adorable its no wonder Wells lost his heart. The reason I read romance is to escape my drab life and fall in love with love and the journey Wells takes is amazing. Even more so when the unknown texter became duplicitous. Despite this genre not being in my read-house I was interested by the strange start to this story. I just did a blurb scan saw it had good star rating and said why not. But I bought this ”thinking” it was a m/f story not a m/m one. I had actually stopped looking for that ’how did’ and the how it did was cute. I also really enjoyed the reveal at the end. This had a good reading speed, the story didn't drop out or go to fast and it was also very well arranged so the mind followed and matched up details easily. If it’s only in my head, though, it doesn’t count.Īfter all, it’s not like we’re falling for each other in real life.īut I wasn't disappointed. Except I can’t stop thinking about him night and day. Which is a problem, because I made a vow long ago to never let emotions interfere with my life, either business or personal. The more I get to know Conor, however, the more I start to fall for him. After all, once our business is concluded, he’ll be out of my life for good. Instead, I decide there’s no harm in flirting. The one that belongs to my anonymous late-night texter. The same geeky tie that’s held hostage on my phone. The first thing I notice about Conor Newell when he sits down in my high-rise conference room is how delightfully nervous he is.

Within days, I’m falling for someone I shouldn’t, and I have to remind myself that none of this is real. I spend my days squaring off against Wells in the boardroom, and my nights succumbing to the sexy stranger’s commanding texts in the bedroom. Little do I know the man on the other end of the line is none other than Wells Grange: The most controlling, egotistical, emotionless SOB I’ve ever met. I tell myself an unexpected night of hot as hell back-and-forth is the perfect way to blow off a little steam while I’m in New York closing an important business deal. Only, instead of it going to the flirty hotel bartender, it goes to some random stranger who actually responds.

LOL by Lucy Lennox