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374 pages, Paperback
First published July 26, 2024
Meant For Love was an enjoyable, spicy and easy to read book.
Natasha Madison hooked me from the first chapter thanks to her writing and this family saga which never fails to be entertaining.
Zoey and Nash have met a couple time at their families' gatherings and they have never gone deeper. Now that they have to work together they can't avoid each other anymore, they have to admit their mutual attraction, especially when they wake up the morning after they married each other in Vegas.
Zoey and Nash journey was so good. Their marriage is definitely a work in progress, where they have to know each other and to learn their likes and dislikes in order to make it work. Through ups and downs, their personalities seem perfectly matched. I liked their chemistry, their interactions, and how they respect each other bounderies, especially at work.
I've just finished this book and I already look forward to the next in the series.
Copy kindly provided by the Publisher/Author.
“Come on, Zoey, live a little,” I urge, getting closer to her, our knees touching each other. “Make all my dreams come true, and then watch me make yours come true.” I put my forehead to hers. I’ve never even kissed this woman, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.
“We have to be all in, or we aren’t giving ourselves a fair chance.” My heart speeds up. “Give me a fair chance, Zoey.” He looks down at me, into my eyes. “Give us a fair chance.”
“She will never, ever have to wonder if I’m committed to her. I’ll show her every fucking day.”
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do this ever since I met you,” I tell her as I put one hand on her hip and the other on her neck.
“What?” she asks, her eyes roaming my face.
“Kiss you whenever the fuck I want.”
“You had to have known how much you own me … How I live for you … How I breathe for you.” I rub my nose along the vein in her neck, where I can feel her heart beating. “You had to have known how my heart beats for you.” I pick her up and start walking toward the stairs. “You fucking own me, baby. Every single fiber of my being is yours.”
“I’m in love with you.” I finally say the words, not caring how vulnerable it makes me. “I’m so fucking in love with you I can’t see fucking straight.”