Monday, 26 September 2016

Blog Tour: Laurelin Paige's "Chandler (Fixed Trilogy Spin off)."

The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog are pleased to be part of the Blog Tour for Laurelin Paige's "Chandler (Fixed Trilogy Spin off)."


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 Genevieve 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.

Genevieve Fasbender will never know what’s coming.

Review: Jo 

This was a great story. Lighthearted, sexy and fun. I just loved "Chandler", from start to finish he kept me entertained and left me with a big smile on my face and a warm, fuzzy feeling in my heart. As a fan of "The Fixed Trilogy", I was very excited to discover that this book was on the way. I couldn't wait to read it. If Chandler was anything like his brother, Hudson, I knew that he would be gorgeous and I was right. Chandler was just so lovable, there really wasn't anything bad to say about him. 

"Genevieve, I'm not usually like this, 
but I can't seem to stop thinking about our night together. 
You've taken over my head like a drug." 

As soon as Chandler and Genevieve met, my interest was piqued. The pair made an intriguing couple. I loved Chandler's reaction to Genevieve and I equally loved how Genevieve challenged him in all the right ways, bringing out a more domineering side that surprised the hell out of Chandler. As if Chandler wasn't attractive enough, now he was even more sexy!! Chandler and Genevieve's relationship was filled with red hot sex and I couldn't get enough of pair. Although this book was filled with fun and frolics, there was also a little bit of drama and suspense thrown in for extra excitement. There were a few occasions that had me wondering about Genevieve. I couldn't work out if there was a motive behind her relationship with Chandler. Sometimes it felt as though she wasn't as attracted to him, as he was to her. Where Chandler wore his heart on his sleeve, Genevieve was the complete opposite. 

Another bonus of this story was that I had the opportunity to see what Chandler's relationship with Hudson was like and also catch up with Hudson and Alayna. I have to say that after reading this and seeing how Hudson acted towards his brother, I felt as though my heart was being pulled in the direction of Chandler more than Hudson. Chandler definitely came across as the more appealing of the two brothers. 

I absolutely loved that everything was all wrapped up in one book with this one. It made the perfect read, especially if you haven't yet read The Fixed Trilogy. This could easily be read as a standalone and I highly recommend snapping this book up. You won't be disappointed.

" I love her. Deeply. Completely. Eternally."

"Chandler" gets   ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️  from me.


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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