#BookTour Unprofessional by JD Hawkins #Review #4.5Stars @FuckYeaHawkins

Posted March 23, 2017 by Loredana 0 Comments

by JD Hawkins
Genres: Contemporary Romance

I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.

four-half-stars

 

Unprofessional by JD Hawkins

Release Date: March 22nd

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Designer: Letitia Hasser from RBA Designs

Model: Christian Hogue

Blurb

What happens when the internet’s favorite playboy falls in love?

I have the best job in the world. Date beautiful women and write about it.

But I want to take it to the next level: instead of writing about my experiences make it into an online reality show.

But here is the catch. My boss wants me to share the show with a woman co-host. And he wants that woman to be my best friend and co-worker, Margo.

I’ll date beautiful women and she’ll date hot men. Sounds fair enough.

So now I have to watch her fake date hot men. I used to love going home with a different woman every night, but suddenly this isn’t as fun. Seeing Margo with anyone else is driving me crazy.

And the more time I spend with her working on the show, the less I want to keep our relationship in the friends’ zone. And the harder it is to stop myself from imagining her bent over the copier.

Things are about to get unprofessional.

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REVIEW:

I.LOVE.THIS.BOOK. and I adore this author!  This was a random blurb looks good, let’s give it a go reads and I am thanking my lucky stars I snatched up this book.  That that you know how much I love this book, I need to tell you why so I can convince you to get your own copy.  It’s a friends-to-lover tale, but accomplished with such light-hearted and flowing words that can’t put the book down.  Oh, the characters aren’t perfect, but they have personality, wit, charm, and intelligence for days.

I’m not sure who I liked more, Owen, Margo, or Owen & Margo together.  They find themselves in a situation they’ve been skirting for years.  All it took was tequila and kittens to chip away at the friendship wall and then a festive St. Patrick’s Day to completely demolish the barrier (and underwear).  But that’s just the beginning.  There’s 8-years’ worth of friendship plus they work together (shoot, they share a desk) which may be collateral damage.  Even though they’ve maintained the friendship through the years and through relationships, all bets are now off.  Is the risk worth the reward?

I must wax poetic about Hawkins’ writing.  Smooth is the first word which comes to mind.  There is nothing forced about the flow or imagery – it’s one of those stories which feels so natural and enjoyable.  Everything is so spot on and not repetitive (every new situation they encounter feels fresh and leaps off of the pages). There is some great comic relief and levity in the story along with the perfect dose of angst. Once I picked up this book, I couldn’t put it down until the last page.

I am DEFINITELY going to #oneclick every other book I can find by this author.  Seriously, a great find and going to be one of my go-to authors.

 

 EXCERPT:

 

“Thank god you live on the ground floor,” I say, as I rummage for her keys in her bag with one hand while keeping her from falling with the other. It’s not that I haven’t been to Margo’s place before, but when we hang out it’s usually at work functions or the occasional bar, and at the moment I can’t shake the feeling that I’m intruding a little.

“You know, you’re really fucking hot,” she slurs, giggling. My cock stirs at the brush of her lips so close to my neck, her warm breath against my skin. I have to shake it off.

“And you’re really fucking drunk,” I reply with a forced laugh, as the key finally catches and I kick the door open.

“No…I mean it,” she says as I step into her apartment, still holding her in my arms. “You’re like…the most beautiful man.”

“That’s very sweet of you,” I say, as I open a few wrong doors (closet, bathroom) until I find her bedroom. I walk in and lay her down on the bed, then pull away, setting her bag on the night table. “You should probably just rest a bit, let it pass.” I unlace her boots and ease them off gently, setting them on the floor before straightening up to go. This feels familiar, although I haven’t carried a too-drunk Margo home from a party and put her to bed since our undergrad years. “You need anything? Water, or—”

“Yeah.” Margo smiles.

“What?”

Instead of answering, she mischievously beckons me closer. I look at her, dress rolling up around her thighs, twisting her body up in the sheets, my imagination starting to whirl a little.

“Come here!” she yelps impatiently.

This could mean trouble—the problem is, I like trouble. I groan and go nearer to the bed.

“Closer,” she giggles, and I’m taken with the smile, the way she grinds into the bed…

“What?”

Her hand pulls on my shirt, her smile goes and instead her mouth is open now, weakened like she’s preparing to kiss me. I could so easily fall into her here, so easily bring my mouth onto hers, put my own hands under her clothes. I can almost taste her, appetite stirring…

Except being a real man doesn’t just mean knowing when to make a move, it also means knowing when you shouldn’t.

“Nice try,” I say, pulling back.

Margo laughs and pounds her fists onto the bed with disappointment.

“But I need to see what’s under your shirt. You still got those Grand Canyon abs, I bet.”

“Ok. That’s my cue to go,” I say, half-out the door. “See you tomorrow.”

“No! Come on! Please! I remember the view was fucking amazing. Just a little peek. A tiny little peek for old time’s sake. Come on, Owen! Don’t be an asshole. You know you want to show it off.”

I look back at her, hand on the doorknob, and find myself laughing.

“Happy now?” I say, pulling up my shirt a little way.

Margo screams and falls back onto her pillows laughing.

“I knew it! Just as perfect as that night you got locked out of the girl’s dorm,” she says, as I close the door and leave.

When I get back to my car, I’m still smiling.

 

 

 

About the Author:

JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn’t writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He’s always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.

 

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