Chandler by Laurelin Paige
A Fixed Trilogy Spinoff
Release Date: September 20th, 2016
Genre: Contemporary Romance
I’m good in a boardroom, but I’m better in the bedroom. Much better. I can charm the skirt off any woman in one encounter. I’ll even give her an orgasm before I put her in a cab. Or three. No more or she’ll start making plans for the future and I’m not into that.
Or I wasn’t until Genevive Fasbender. She’s the first woman in five years that I want to spend the whole night with. And she’s the first woman who’s told me I’m not what she wants in a lover, even after multiple O’s. She’s brash and bold and stubborn as hell, and she doesn’t believe it’s possible to satisfy her.
But I’m up for the challenge.
And after an incident in my brother’s office closet―a downright dirty incident―I think I’m just the guy to deliver.
Genevive Fasbender will never know what’s coming.
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Hudson Pierce is my number 1 book boyfriend, so I could not wait to re-enter his world and learn about his sexy younger brother, Chandler. I wasn’t sure what to expect from the youngest of the Pierce siblings because readers only caught glimpses of him throughout the Fixed Trilogy, but I soon learned that Chandler is a guy who loves women and who feels quite highly of his “great dick of amaziness.” It was also clear early on that his family as well as those around him, don’t truly SEE Chandler for everything that he is. Of course, people see the rich playboy…a guy who seems to be unable to keep his dick in his pants long enough to do a little work for Pierce Industries, but that’s where people’s perceptions end, even Hudson doesn’t truly understand that Chandler is more than capable of taking on a bigger role in the company, ultimately taking off some of the pressure that’s on his older brother whose life now revolves more around Alyana and their children.
It’s easy for Chandler to play the role that so many people expect from him, and, for the most part, he doesn’t mind the fact that others doubt his intelligence and business skills, but there’s one place Chandler refuses to believe he’s average or less than and that’s in the bedroom – or any room for that matter where he can get a willing woman beneath him and be the giver that he is as well as get his own in the process.
So when Genevieve Fasbender isn’t panting in ecstasy after their one night together, Chandler breaks all of his rules and becomes a dominating, bossy seducer, shedding his “nice guy” demeanor and giving both he and Genny exactly what they seem to need from each other, and even though they seem completely wrong for one another and risk a great deal in being more than a one-night stand, Chandler’s a Pierce, and he doesn’t let go of something or someone that he wants regardless of how much Genny throws him off his game and changes the dynamics of his entire life.
I love the fact that Laurelin Paige allows readers inside Chandler’s head and takes us with him as he sets out to prove himself, not only to Genny but Hudson as well. Chandler’s internal musings and outlandish diatribes about those around him illustrates exactly who Chandler is at his core and why he allowed everyone to underestimate him until he finally finds the one person who allows him to truly be himself, even if he doesn’t know that side of himself yet either.
Paige captures the intense connection that’s between Chandler and Genny by playing up the sexual tension that surrounds them and by their constant barbs at one another that leaves them sexually frustrated until Chandler finds a way to work the stubbornness out of her.
Chandler and Genny’s story is a fantastic addition to The Fixed series; it’s sexy, humorous, and quite surprising, which makes it a must read!
Plus anytime readers can reconnect with Hudson Pierce, it’s always a good time;)
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
4.5 Poison Apples
Five minutes later, the valet pulls up with my car. Genevieve raises an eyebrow. “A Bugatti?”
I’m so impressed she can name the model that I practically jizz in my pants. “It’s the best.”
She shakes her head, and I swear I hear her mutter something about rich men and their toys, but I don’t respond, too occupied with inspecting my car and then passing the attendant the cash I promised him earlier for returning my vehicle in perfect condition.
I slide into the driver’s seat, and when I look over at Genevieve as she buckles her seatbelt, a wave of pure, unadulterated lust rolls through me. I’m very aware that I’ve trapped her, that she’s now defenseless to my whims. Not that I’d take advantage, but goddamn, to think that I could…
I nearly shiver at my own vile thoughts.
Glad she can’t know what I’m thinking, I flash her a smile. “So. Where am I taking you?”
“I’m staying at the Park Hyatt on 57th Street.”
“Fancy.” The Park Hyatt is one of the nicest luxury hotels in New York. That means this girl has money, which isn’t a bad thing. Just, the swell of my wallet in my back pocket is usually one of my better attributes. If wealth doesn’t attract her, I hope I’m not shit out of luck when it comes to getting an invitation up to her room.
Apparently, I’m transparent because she asks, “Not impressed?”
“Quite the opposite. I’m worried you won’t have a reason to be impressed with me.” Now I’m the one who can’t believe how honest I’m being.
“It’s a valid worry,” she says after a beat, and I can’t tell if she’s teasing or being blunt. Can’t tell if I should prepare for gut-wrenching disappointment or dive into another round of sexy banter.
I concentrate on my driving instead, speeding up before slipping expertly into a tight opening in the adjacent lane.
I’ll admit I’m showing off.
“Smashing,” she says with a tone that vibrates through my body like I’m a tuning fork.
Then, abruptly, she laughs, and I turn my head toward her, alarmed at the source of her amusement.
“I still can’t believe you drive a Bugatti in the city. I can’t decide if that makes you brilliant or as mad as a bag of ferrets.”
“Brilliant, of course.” Though, with her so close, I feel more like I’m going crazy. “What can I say? I like things that are fast.”
“Of course you do.”
“You don’t?” I raise a questioning brow. “Maybe you don’t understand how awesome fast can be.” I put my foot on the gas and race down the next block to prove my point.
The traffic light turns red as I approach the intersection, and I ease the brakes. “See? Fast is fun.”
“The problem with fast is it’s over too quickly.”
Is that innuendo? Her gaze pierces into me, and the air around us feels tight and charged, and I’m suddenly certain that I will die if I don’t get to taste her tonight.
Even if she didn’t mean anything more when she made her statement, I certainly do when I say, “Don’t worry. I know when to take my time.”
She exhales, slowly, and I swear I can feel it. As though she’s already in my arms and her breath is grazing every inch of my bare skin. No matter what happens after this, I know she at least feels this…this attraction. Or whatever it is.
Her voice is low and sultry when she replies. “You’re not talking about cars anymore. But do you really take your time? I’d guess you bolt the minute you’re finished.” She’s so blunt, so direct, and I don’t know if it’s a her thing or an English thing, but I like it.
I also like this conversation we’re having. Because we’re drawing the lines, and that means the potential for tonight is high. So I answer with a nod, making sure she understands that she’s correct in thinking I’ll bolt. Because I will.
About the Author
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters.
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