Series: The Boys of Jackson Harbor #4
Published by Self Published on 12/4/18
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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A one-night stand with the boss was never in her plans. Neither was falling in love . . .
The rumors are true. I’m a hot mess with an awful track record at love. Single mom. Down on her luck. Yeah, I’m bad news.
If the hardest part of moving back home to Jackson Harbor was going to be people talking, I’d be fine. I’ve kept my chin up through worse than their decade-old gossip.
I was wrong. The hardest part is resisting my boss. Brayden Jackson is the very picture of tall, dark, and handsome. And thanks to an ill-advised one-night stand we had seven months ago, I know exactly what I’m missing when I turn him down. Every. Single. Delicious. Inch.
But I have my son to care for and my job to keep, so I’ll keep on saying no.
Until my string of bad luck continues, and suddenly my precious four-year-old and I find ourselves with nowhere to live. At Christmas, no less. It’s for my son that I accept Brayden’s offer to stay at his place. One by one, my defenses are falling, as fast as I am. If Brayden was smart, he’d run, because it’s only a matter of time before he realizes he deserves better than what a girl like me can offer.
Unless, for once, my bad luck is leading me exactly where I need to be.
Wrapped in Love is the fourth book in The Boys of Jackson Harbor series. All books in this series can be read as standalones.
I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: I ADORE THIS SERIES. The Jackson family is the most warm, loving, amusing group of characters and with each book Lexi Ryan delivers, I fall harder and harder for them.
4 “Yes. This.” Stars!
I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again: I ADORE THIS SERIES. The Jackson family is the most warm, loving, amusing group of characters and with each book Lexi Ryan delivers, I fall harder and harder for them. But I honestly never thought I’d love Brayden Jackson as much as I do in this moment. Wrapped In Love filled me with all the deliciously giddy feels I crave when reading a good romance but this one is ratcheted up even higher with a holiday spin woven seamlessly with an angsty love story. I just loved it.
While the Boys of Jackson Harbor series is made up of interconnected standalones, I’d highly recommend reading them in order. I never felt that way before reading Wrapped in Love, I would’ve previously told you that mixing them up was fine. But Molly has a lot of heartbreaking, complicated backstory that we get glimpses of throughout the series and as painful and infuriating as it sometimes was to see, I’m so glad I got to see everything build up to this conclusion the way it did.
Molly and Brayden might be my new favorite couple of this series. Their chemistry is fiery and palpable but their journey is rich with complications and an angsty push and pull. I just couldn’t get enough of it. My heart broke again and again while reading this particular book but juxtaposed with the warm, giddy rush I felt while reading the steamy scenes, the romantic declarations, the absolute SWEETNESS that is Brayden Jackson, and I was intoxicated. I’m not sure if I was just blissed out because I got to curl up in a snowstorm with this book, or if it’s actually THAT reminiscent of the old school love stories that first ensnared me years ago, but this book definitely gave me that nostalgic vibe I only find on occasion that takes me right back to the days I first found indie romance. I LOVE that feeling and I had it the entire way through this book.
This book is so sad at times. It’s hard to read. It broke my heart. But it’s also so unbelievably romantic, so sweet, so heart warming. It’s a story of family and friendship and finding your people. It’s about forgiveness and acceptance and coming to terms with what you deserve. It’s often frustrating and it’s so deliciously sexy. It’s layered with feel-good holiday cheer while also delivering angst that often comes out of nowhere and squeezes your heart in that painfully pleasurable way I crave. I adored this book, my new favorite of the series and I can’t recommend this series enough.
“Oh, and this box wasn’t labeled. Where do you want it?” Brayden pulls open the flaps of the box he set on the bed when he entered. “Looks like there are some washcloths in here. And . . .” He lifts a stack of washcloths and peers at the contents beneath. His eyes go wide. “Oh.”
The moment my brain registers what he’s looking at, I lunge for him and smack a hand over his eyes. I intentionally put that box in my car, separate from the others. And I forgot.
Brayden’s chest rumbles with laughter, and I want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
Brayden Jackson just saw my entire vibrator collection.
He gently pulls my hand away, revealing eyes full of mischief.
I squeak. “Don’t look in that box again.”
His lips twitch. “But I really, really want to.”
I point a finger at him. “Don’t you dare.”
He presses his lips into a thin line, amusement dancing in his eyes. Then, as if he can’t help himself, he asks, “Are they all pink?”
“Shut up!” My cheeks are on fire.
His voice is the softest caress of a whisper when he says, “Molly, your cheeks are almost as pink as your vibrators.”
I smack both hands against his chest. “You did not just say that word!”
“Vibrators?” He grins. Not one of his smirks or half smiles, but a grin, and damn me and my stupid chemical attraction to this man, because it makes me want to slam the bedroom door closed and climb him like a tree. “If you don’t like the word, why do you have—”
I throw my hand over his mouth. “Don’t say it. We agreed we’d keep our relationship professional—that’s what we both wanted. So don’t say it. Don’t even think about it.” Then, because I realize his lips are pressed to my palm and it reminds me too much of our night in New York when his lips were everywhere, I back away.
The warm amusement in his eyes turns to heat. “First of all,” he says, his voice like silky steel, “those were your rules, not mine. I agreed for you, not because that’s what I want.” He drags his gaze over me, and my heart pounds so fast it feels like a hummingbird’s trying to escape my chest. “Second, even if I tried not to think about you using your little collection of pink toys, I’d fail miserably.” He dips his head, and I can feel his breath against my ear as he says, “I’m already thinking about it, and I will be for a long time yet.”
About the Author
Lexi Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of emotional romance that sizzles. A former academic and English professor, Lexi considers herself the luckiest girl around to make a living through storytelling. She loves spending time with her crazy kids, weightlifting, ice cream, swoony heroes, and vodka martinis.
Lexi lives in Indiana with her husband, two children, and a spoiled dog. You can find her at her website: www.lexiryan.com.
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PS: This is a series of interconnected standalones.