Series: Man Hands, #3
Published by Blunderwoman Productions on August 14th 2018
Genres: Romantic Comedy
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.
A brand new romantic comedy from your favorite snort-laughing duo!
The moment Sadie Matthews walks through the daycare center door, I feel my world tilt in her direction. Again. I fell for her when I was fourteen, and I'm still not over her. Problem: she still thinks of me as a teen she used to babysit. But I've learned a few things about pleasing a woman in the last fifteen years. I can't wait to show her how good it could be. I need to move quickly before I lose her again. This is more than a game to me, but I still plan to win.
I've just survived the worst year of my life. As a single mom of twin toddlers, I don't have time for a man. I barely have time to finish a thought. Who knew that Liam McAllister would grow up to be so devastating? He's everything my husband was not: tall, built, and willing to have a tea party with my girls.
I can't possibly get involved with him. He's too young for me. Too handsome. But he's so persuasive...
Boy Toy is officially my favorite book in this series! Liam is absolutely DREAMY and Sadie, well she’s always been a bit of a mystery and I’m so very glad we are getting her story. There’s simply so much to love about this story and the writing. Reading this left me with a big goofy grin on my face.
Sadie is returning to work after having been a stay at home mom to two adorable moppets, Kate and Amy, when Liam comes barreling back into her life. It’s been near 15 years since she babysat his siblings over one summer and the two spent time together. But Liam hasn’t forgotten about her at all. It’s not long before his crush of long ago redevelops and takes on a new meaning.
This story is funny sweet, cute, and SEXY as all get out, and in general one of the best feel good stories I’ve read in a long while. EVERYTHING about Liam is swoon-worthy. He treats Sadie with so much respect and their connection and his role as a provider at the daycare she takes the girls to solidifies his place in her life. Sadie’s confidence has been beaten down by her ex and Liam is the antidote to help cure her. “Kate giggles. She’s gazing at Liam as if he invented fun. And in my life, I guess he did.”
The innuendo’s are all ROTFL funny and slightly dirty ” “He wants to put ranch dressing on your Hidden Valley,” Brynn offers.” Between the ladies and Liams’ inner voice and his 14 year old self, I found myself with a perma-grin: “YES! fourteen-year-old Liam screams. Hide my salami! That’s when I mentally drag him into a closet, toss him onto the floor, and then kick the door shut. Later, buddy. This is a job for a real man.” But this story is not just about sex either. There are many moments where the old “exploding ovaries” happened just due to the way this gallant younger man acted and re-acted to the stressors in Sadies’ life. He treats her like the queen she is and that just made me happy.
I could fill this review with the dozens and dozens of this lines but I am just going to urge you to read this book. The authors are a magical combination and I sincerely hope to see more these two. I think after you read this you will too.
~Review by Cyndi
I fell A LOT in love with this book. The series is INTENSELY good, and this book is more than a cherry on top (even though it can be read as a standalone). Now let me share just a bit on why I connected so much with this book. The quality of writing and storytelling made my toes curl. As we first meet Liam, the imagery is so clear that you can vividly picture him playing with the kids, the smile on his face, the rivulets of sweat (I have never loved jogging more), and the way he looks at Sadie. You can fully feel and see the depth of his emotions and thoughts. Best of all, Liam’s inner dialogue between his 14-year-old and adult selves is perfection.
As for Sadie, she is beautifully tragic and strong. Your heart breaks with her as a mother and woman. Better off, your ovaries explode right alongside her, too. Her struggle to let herself be more than a mom, to allow herself happiness is so bittersweet. But there are some quality moments of hilarity (because these authors are amazing like that) to balance out the heartache and steaminess factors.
While it’s true that I will ALWAYS read anything by Sarina Bowen, because come on – it’s Sarina Bowen, this is probably one of the best romance books I’ve read this year. I adore the characters, the story, the pace of the book, and how everything shook in just the perfect way. I not only fell for Liam (because it’s LIAM!), but for Liam and Sadie. #RelationshipGoals
I strongly recommend this book. Pick it so you can swoon and get teary-eyed along with the rest of us.
I messed up. Big time.
These are my thoughts as I rush into the bathroom for the world’s fastest shower. The hot spray of water judges me as I hastily wash Liam off my thighs.
A better mother wouldn’t let this happen. I shouldn’t have a younger lover. If I didn’t, he wouldn’t be so deliciously appealing. I couldn’t lose my mind, wake him up out of a sound sleep to ride him like a pony. And then collapse beside him in peaceful, sated slumber.
Seriously, how did I let that happen?
You know how, my hormones scold me. Because he’s the hottest thing you’ve ever tasted.
Oh yeah. That.
After showering I get dressed at top speed. Poor Liam is currently shouldering all my parental responsibilities. Throwing on yesterday’s sundress, I pause for a moment to pop a birth control pill, because that’s one thing I won’t goof up.
Then I hurry downstairs.
The sight in the kitchen gives me heart palpitations. But not because there’s flour dusting much of the countertop. Rather, it’s the hot, shirtless guy holding my toddler and making a dump truck sound as Amy tips the measuring spoon over a bowl.
“Yes! Well done, little miss,” he says, relieving her of the spoon. “Batter up!” he says, easing her to the floor and catching Kate, who’s trying to climb him like a tree.
Aren’t we all.
Liam easily rests Kate on one of his perfect arms, measures a half teaspoon of baking powder one-handed and then hands the spoon to Kate. “Beep beep beep,” he says, making the sound of a truck backing up. “Look out below!”
Kate dumps the spoonful into the bowl and giggles.
“Awesome. Who wants to add the milk?”
“My do it!” Amy yells.
Boy, I need another minute of alone time to compose myself. Because I love this picture a little too much. I love Liam’s ease with my girls. I love how calm he is at the center of toddler-induced mayhem.
It causes a little pain in my heart as I allow myself one more comparison to my former life. The truth is I never once saw Decker elbows-deep in kitchen chaos with a kid on one arm. Starting breakfast with twins in tow? He was more likely to captain a NASA expedition to Mars than he was to do this simple Saturday morning thing.
I feel like crying for no reason at all. Clearly I’m on some kind of emotional overload. Maybe coffee will help.
Sliding into the kitchen, I go right for the coffee grounds.
“Mama!” Amy says. “Wiam making pancakes.”
“That is amazing,” I say in a wobbly voice. “What a lucky girl you are.”
“Sorry about the mess,” he says, casting a glance in my direction. And I know he doesn’t just mean the flour on the counter, but the bigger mess of waking up naked in my bed.
“You know,” I say with a small sigh. “Messes shouldn’t scare me so much. It’s going to be fine.”
Liam’s smile is so filled with relief, that I now feel like an ogre. This man wants to make pancakes with us on Saturday morning, and I said no to that before? I’m clearly insane.
“Which frying pan should I use?” he asks, casting an eye on the cookware hanging from the rack over the sink.
“Oh, no. You want this.” I pull a double-burner griddle out of a lower cabinet.
“Oooh,” he says. “Mommy has the fancy pancake griddle.”
Kate giggles. She’s gazing at Liam as if he invented fun.
And in my life, I guess he did.
Here’s the tricky thing about being a shrink—sometimes you notice that you’re doing something that’s exactly contrary to the advice you’d give your patients.
I’m having one of those moments right now.
If I had a single mom in my office telling me there was a lovely guy in her life who was kind to her kids—and yet she was giving him the stiff arm? I’d tell her: “Be kind to yourself. Don’t push away the good people in your life, especially if you think you don’t deserve them. Let people surprise you.”
I’m such a hypocrite.
Also, I need caffeine.
Ten minutes later I’m sipping from a mug of coffee, but Liam’s is cooling on the countertop. The man has his hands full right now as he puts pancakes on the griddle with “help” from my daughters.
“How about a few of these?” he asks, holding up a bag of chocolate chips. Meanwhile, Kate waves the spatula around like a ninja. “A guy needs to make smiley faces in his pancakes sometimes.”
Good. Lord. It’s a miracle I’m not just a puddle of my former self right now. This is some serious mommy porn I’m watching. Shirtless guy feeds toddlers before eight a.m. I walk over to the high cabinet where I keep the ramekins. “We could make smiley faces with dried organic currants,” I say, just to be a pain in the ass.
Liam makes a face of disgust as I take the chocolate chips from his hand and pour some into a ramekin. “Joking! Here.”
He gives me a big, hot smile. Okay, it probably wasn’t meant to be hot, but I feel flutters down below.
“Choc-it!” Kate yells, grabbing for the ramekin.
“Easy,” Liam says with a laugh. “That’s for my artwork. Come here and I’ll show you.”
I set the table and pour the sippy cups of milk. And Liam manages to serve up two smiley pancakes—one for each girl—at exactly the same moment, in exactly the same size. This is a man who knows his way around toddlers.
“Not cut it!” Amy yells when I approach her plate with a knife. She picks up the pancake in two hands and takes a bite right out of the side of its face.
“Okay, right.” I back away. Forks are optional today, then. No big deal.
Liam takes advantage of this moment of quiet to quickly pour six more pancakes onto the griddle. He leans over his work, dotting them with chocolate chips.
I step closer to him and put a hand on his lower back. “Thank you,” I whisper.
“For trashing your kitchen?”
“No.” He glances at me and I give him a shy smile. “For being so amazing all the time.”
His eyes get very warm, and I just want to stay right here in that blue-eyed gaze as long as I can. “This might be a good time to confess that I didn’t make smiley faces on my own pancakes.”
“No?” I look down at the griddle. Side by side, two of them have a different design—little bullseyes in their centers. “Those are…?”
“Boobs,” he whispers. “My inner fourteen-year-old has a dirty mind. He can’t shut it off sometimes.”
“Drink your coffee,” I whisper, handing him the mug. “Sit down. Let me finish these for you. Or go put on a shirt because my inner fourteen-year-old has her tongue hanging out all the time, too.”
He gives me a wicked, wicked smile and then runs upstairs to find his shirt.