Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25, 2019
I needed a cover story. In steps Katharine Morello. My best friend’s sister is ready and willing to be my fake fiancée.
Overnight we’re engaged. A temporary arrangement.
No strings attached.
Not quite. The last few months, I’ve been doing dirty things to her in my imagination. But that’s all they’ll ever be. Fantasies.Rule #2: Don’t give in to temptation.
So, you see, I can resist beautiful, sexy Katharine. It doesn’t matter she’s hot as f*ck with an amazing personality to boot. All I have to do is NOT touch her.
I’ve got this.
Spoiler Alert…One night make-believe merges with reality. Sparks fly—and burn.
Now I want her. All of her.Rule #3: See rule #1—don’t fall in love.
Over the past few days, I’ve read all the books that are in the Platonically Complicated series and I’m so glad I did. While I liked Dean and Cori’s story, I LOVED Lucas and Kate’s story so much. This book had all the perfect factors – a single dad, a fake engagement and out of this world chemistry between our hero and heroine.
Lucas is Dean’s best friend (the main character from The Boy Friend) and has known Kate since he was 11 years old. Even though it’s against bro code, and Dean would kill him, he’s found himself attracted to her more and more over the past year. On top of that, there is Lucas’s messy divorce and failed marriage weighing him down. His breakup with his ex has left him no longer believing in love or marriage, so he knows starting anything with Kate would be a complete disaster since she is definitely the type of girl you marry.
The tables are completely turned when Lucas’s ex wife takes him to court over custody of their daughter and he must combat the playboy lifestyle she’s blackmailing him with. Even though it’s a total lie, and the pictures she has are all take out of context, it could still be enough to sway a judge and take his daughter away. So to solve the problem, in walks Kate and suggests she act as his fake fiance until everything is over and done with. But with this being a romance novel, nothing is as it seems and everyone’s feelings are on high alert.
This book is told in Lucas’s point of view, with a few of Kate’s blog posts mixed in to give you a bit of insight into her feelings. Unlike with the first book, I never tired of being in Lucas’s head, and I didn’t miss a dual point of view at all. Even without knowing her every thought, I was able to pick up on Kate’s feelings for Lucas from the beginning. This book read super fast, and I never once felt like I was bored or bogged down with unneeded details or scenes. Mika’s writing was really well done, and I enjoyed the time that I spent with these characters so much.
I cannot wait to see what other gems Mika brings us in this series, because now I need to know what is going to happen with Cam. He’s the ultimate playboy and definitely needs to have his world turned upside down!
The breath leaves my lungs in one gigantic swoosh. “Are you sure?”
“Let’s give them a show.”
I’m about to kiss Kate.
This time, I’m prepared.
Clasping my hands on either side of her face, I angle my head slightly. There’s a pause. A suspended moment where our eyes meet. The swirl of emotions I see there—apprehension, lust, desire—makes my heart trip.
We exchange breath. And then finally, my mouth dips to hers.
I try to remind myself we’re pretending, to stay calm, and in control.
My mouth is firm against hers. Her lips are sugar plum sweet and silky soft. The kiss remains gentle, slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously.
Curiosity nudges for more. I move my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her lips to mine, silently asking for permission. To my delight, a needy little moan echoes from her mouth to mine. She wraps her arms around my neck and parts her lips in gentle invitation.
And our tongues hungrily say hello.
A stimulating cocktail of endorphins explodes inside me. Sparks fly in every direction, lighting me up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
Every single nerve explodes with heat.
I’m fired up. Turned on.
From somewhere deep in the recesses of my mind, I know this is a cover, that we aren’t real, but with Kate’s lips on mine, it’s hard to keep that thought. On a groan, I take all she has to give and deepen the kiss, forging ahead with no regrets. No reservations.
Many tales have been written about the Big Apple. But there’s nothing like kissing the woman you’ve been thinking about for what feels like forever in the middle of Manhattan.
The chaos from the street fades. The worries of the day evaporate like a summer shower falling onto a hot car, all noise instantly muting. The click-clack of heels rushes by us. We don’t hear them. People brush against us. We don’t feel them.
We are locked in the present, kissing each other as equal partners in passion, fucking each other with our mouths like we’re drowning and we are each other’s air, as if our lips were created for this sole purpose.
Talk about heaven on earth.
This kiss is easily the hottest, most erotic kiss of my life.
My pulse patters faster and faster. The heat pouring into my veins as if pumped in through a hypodermic needle has nothing to do with today’s summerlike temperature but with desire.
I move one arm low around her back, drawing her closer, letting her feel every inch of me, how much she affects me. And we kiss and kiss and kiss.