Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway: Play by Holly S. Roberts

*Warning - There is a scene with an attempted sexual assault in this book. *

Killian MacGregor has to be one of the biggest jerks ever. EVER. But he’s also so lovable. I’ve never seen anyone who could take the crudest things ever said and make them romantic and panty melting. Yet Killian MacGregor does just that.

He’s bossy and used to getting his own way. At the same time he’s considerate, romantic, and OMG SEXY! He somehow knows exactly what to say to make things better, to make things right.

Rebecca Cavanaugh is the perfect foil for Killian. She has insecurities, as many people do. But she listens to Killian and he makes her feel sexy, desirable, wanted. She also learns how to handle Killian. She takes his quirks in stride and does the best she can. But she also stands up for herself. She won’t let Killian take advantage of her or abuse her.

I have to admit, this is a fairy tale story. Girl gets in trouble. Boy saves girl. Boy pursues girl. Boy gets girl. Boy is a jerk. Girl leaves boy. Boy does everything he can to win her back.

Add into the mix, boy is a hot, sexy, professional athlete and OMG!

One of the things I really liked about Killian was his alpha-maleness! He took charge of situations and took care of Rebecca. How did he take care of Rebecca? When her insecurities started surfacing or she rebelled against his demands, he would explain things to her, boost her confidence, or whatever else needed to be done in order for her to understand and enjoy herself.

This was a fun read! I really enjoyed it. It was a pretty straightforward romance. There was some conflict and a little angst. Just enough to make in interesting but not enough to turn it into a tear jerker or an emotional roller coaster. I definitely felt for Rebecca and Killian when things got tough but I didn’t feel like an emotional wreck when it was all over. Like I said, just enough to make it interesting!

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Holly S. Roberts is the bestselling author of fourteen novels, and writes under three pen names. A romantic at heart, she fell in love at the age of twelve with a boy she saw across junior high school campus. Four years later, he took notice and she never let go.Her career in law enforcement gives her a reason to want romance, happy endings, and anything that takes her away from real life when she reads and writes. She can shoot a mean game of pool, toss back a straight shot of tequila, and recite the Gettysburg Address.Holly lives high in the mountains in the southwest United States with her husband, Rottweiler and Chihuahua.

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Excerpt

I dissolved into the seat of his amazing car. A low moan escaped my lips but Killian just showed his dimples and buckled me in. I wondered what he’d do if I pulled him tightly against me and sniffed… for an hour or two.

He opened his door and folded into the seat with absolute grace regardless of his size.

“Ah hell,” he muttered and turned my way. Unlatching my seatbelt, he pulled me in for the most mouthwatering kiss I’d ever had.

His lips, soft but firm, molded to mine. His tongue ran over my teeth, tasted, dipped deeper, and then plunged. He effortlessly slid out the elastic holding my hair before spreading his fingers to either side of my scalp. The kiss intensified and Killian made promises for the night ahead with his lips.

He tasted so damn good.

When he pulled back, I actually whimpered and smiled at the low rumbling growl that came from Killian’s throat. He took my lower lip between his teeth and pulled slightly before letting go. He put distance between us leaving me bereft.

“We’ll eat at my house.” He kissed my forehead, reached over, grabbed the seatbelt, and fastened me in again. My hands went to my hair as I looked around for the hair tie.

“Leave it.”

I stopped my search but couldn’t help running my fingers through the mussed tangles. Killian’s hand captured mine. “No.” He released my fingers just as fast as he verbalized the one word.

I wasn’t a pushover, didn’t have much experience with guys, but I had some. I should have argued, straightened my hair anyway, or even voiced some sort of displeasure. An electrically charged pulse shot straight to the junction of my thighs, and there I went and tried to stain his car’s upholstery.

I kept my mouth shut.