Do people say they hate someone’s guts so that they can still fall stupidly, head-over-heels in love with the other parts?
Asking for a friend.

 

 

Taming Hollywood’s Baddest Boy, an all-new steamy laugh-out-loud romantic comedy standalone from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe, is LIVE!!! 

 

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Blurb

Okay, fine. I’m not asking for a friend.

I’m asking for me—and I’m begging you to tell me that the practice of falling in love with your should-be-enemy is common.

Please tell me that I’m not the only person to track down a guy—who used to be Hollywood’s baddest bad boy before he left LA for good—at his off-the-grid cabin in Alaska, show up unannounced, and find him gloriously naked.

This probably happens all the time…right?

Tell me I’m not alone in my stupidity—that I’m not the only woman who would fall for gorgeous blue eyes and a sexy devilish smirk, even if they belong to a broody, mysterious jerk.

Please. Please. Please. Tell me I’m not alone in this.

For the love of everything, I need all the supportive girl power I can get if I’m going to convince Luca Weaver to come back to Hollywood—otherwise known as the place he hates so much that he ghosted Oscar-level success and escaped to no-man’s-land for the last eight years just to avoid it.

Yeah, don’t worry—that smoke you’re smelling isn’t your house catching fire as you read this…it’s just my career and what was previously known as my heart going up in flames.

Gah. Is it just me, or am I totally, completely, and utterly screwed?

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Review

4.5 stars!

This book is so much fun. It’s about Luca, a former bad boy actor who left the business, and Billie, an aspiring movie producer who is determined to bring him back to Hollywood. It’s a fantastic mix of fun and feels, and another Max Monroe hit!

Billie finds herself fighting for her dream job she offers to get in touch with Luca in an attempt to have an advantage over the competition. The only problem is that she actually doesn’t know him. Now, if she wants a chance at the job, she must track down the infamous actor and convince him to read the script. With only one lead, she is off to Alaska to find Luca and has a wild adventure along the way.

Gah, this book is so great!! Luca is a brooding former Hollywood bad boy who is super pissed when Billie shows up unannounced. He gets even angrier when he finds out she wants him to read the script. He escaped Hollywood for a specific reason and he is not going back! Or is?

Luca and Billie are awesome together. When Billie joins him on his hiking trip, it starts off as a disaster but it is so funny. The banter is fantastic and their interactions are hilarious.

“I didn’t ask for a boner wake-up call!”
He smirks. “You think that has anything to do with you? Morning wood is a normal part of male physiology. It’s pretty much always going to come with the territory if you want to use my body as your heat source for the night.”

Billie won’t give up and Luca can’t get away from her. They are both stubborn and it doesn’t seem like either will budge on their position. Things get more challenging as they get further into the trip, and we see a new side of Luca that is so different than the angry, closed off one he shows Billie. We actually get a super sweet side when he lets his guard down. We see his charming personality come out when Billie starts to grow on him. And Billie is a great trooper when it comes to Luca. I loved her determination and how she pushed through the awkward and difficult moments.

Finally, we see a sort of friendship form as they get to know each other and I loved watching them together. The tension is palpable and when the spark between them is lit, they are hot, heavy, and oh, so good. But then Billie needs to go back to Hollywood. It’s really sad when things come to an end and my heart broke right along with Billie and Luca’s.

The first part of the book is Billie trying to get Luca to do the movie and we get the entertaining enemies-to-lovers trope. The second part is Luca trying to get Billie back, and we get a sweet, swoony second chance romance. The groveling is great and I loved watching Luca win Billie back.

I feel like I’ve been climbing a fucking mountain these past several weeks, trying to get her to forgive me, trying to make her understand, just trying to be what she deserves.

Overall, Taming Hollywood’s Baddest Boy is an entertaining enemies-to-lovers, second chance romance that will fill you with love and put a permanent smile on your face. It is so much fun and I loved it!

For me, life really has always been a song. But now, it finally seems like someone else can hear the music.

*ARC generously provided by the author and Social Butterfly PR*

 

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Excerpt

  Billie

   Naked lumberjacks are all the rage. Or is it that they’re full of rage?

   I’m not entirely sure, but I think maybe, just maybe, it’s a little bit of both.

   Standing beside a hot tub outside of a rustic Alaskan cabin is a bare-chested, handsome-as-hell lumberjack of a man, and he is as naked as the day he was born.

   “Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck are you doing here?” the big, burly man with a scruffy beard and piercing blue eyes asks me brusquely.

   And holy hell, what a question that is.

   I started this journey in a meeting in LA, promising my boss the world, continued it with a plane, a car, a hike and kayaking adventure in a cold, rainy Alaskan setting, and in a highly unanticipated twist, I’m ending it in what must be an issue of Playgirl magazine come to life.

   And boy oh boy is the centerfold pissed…

   “Hello?” he questions harshly. “I said, who the hell are you?”

   As hard as it is, given his clothes-less state, I force myself to take a good, scrutinizing look at the rest of his face. I’m here for a reason, and with nothing more than a ramshackle convenience store owner named Earl’s vague instructions to go on, I can only hope that the here I’m at is the here I’ve spent days in a plane, car, and kayak looking for. In addition to a remarkably carved line on the inside of each hipbone, the angry man standing boldly above me has a strong jaw covered by a beard, a little scar above his right eye, miles of muscular, tanned skin, and messy, light-brown hair. I have to look a little closer to confirm my conclusion through the rolling waves of distrust and hatred coming off him, but when I focus hard enough, the star-quality glimmer in his eyes is undeniable.

   For the love of pancakes at a Sunday morning breakfast, it’s really him.

   Luca Weaver, Hollywood’s former baddest boy—the man I’ve nearly killed myself to find—is right in front of me, and he is naked.

   At my non-answer, his jaw turns to stone. “I asked you a question. Either answer it or get fucking moving.” I jolt at the rumble of his voice, but my feet do nothing to take me in any direction. I am rooted to the spot, utterly awed over the fact that I’ve actually managed something as impossible as finding Luca Weaver and all of my normal functions are rendered useless. He scowls, unimpressed with all the hard work I’ve put in—work that he obviously doesn’t know about. “You have five seconds before I come back out here with my shotgun.”

   “Uh…” I fumble, trying like hell to grasp the English language once again. I may be distracted, but on some level, I understand the importance of getting my shit together enough to at least prevent a shotgun from joining our little meet-and-greet. 

   But my brain is bus-y. And slow.

   Because Luca Weaver looks damn good without any clothes.

   Eight years older since the last time he graced the covers of Hollywood gossip magazines, Luca is a man to whom time has been seriously kind. Either his genetics are just that good, or there’s some kind of sexy voodoo in the Alaskan water.

   I mean…his penis is right in front of me, and I can’t find a single thing wrong with it. It’s straight and veiny and perfectly pink.

   “What’s the matter with you? You have a death wish or something?” he spits at the statue formerly known as my body. “This is private property.”

   His words are serious and firm, and it seems that maybe I do have a dream that’s reminiscent of the movie Fargo—fingers crossed there are no wood chippers nearby. Because for as much as I try, I can’t stop looking at my new phallic friend, even to form a few simple words.

   But, come on. Luca Weaver’s freaking dick is right there!

   It’s not hard, but still, it’s…big—so big it’s not even a dick.

   It’s a Richard. Sir Richard.

   King Richard, really.

   Shit, I’m in the presence of penis royalty, and I suddenly have the urge to curtsy.

   He is a lumberjack fantasy come to life. Instantly, my brain starts thinking about pine-scented flannel and chopping wood and giving a blow job… Wait…what?

   Stop being a moron and speak words!

   “Uh…so…you’re…naked.” Oh god, those aren’t the right words!

   He glances down, mutters something to himself, snags a towel from a few feet away, and wraps it around his waist. “I didn’t invite you here,” he says, his voice gritty with irritation—and maybe, a little with disuse. Which would make sense. It’s taken me an entire season of Running Wild with Bear Grylls to get here. I can’t imagine he’s having book clubs and dinner parties and gabbing with his pals on the regular.

   Towel adjusted and glorious goods hidden from view, he studies me with frigid blue eyes and a glare worthy of a scorned woman. I shiver.

   “I’m only going to ask you one more time. What in the hell are you doing here?”

   I fiddle with the edges of my shirt as I finally find my vocal cords. “I’m Billie…Billie Harris.”

   And I am in way over my head.

 

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