Don’t tell Thatch, but… *whispers* Ty is unquestionably my new favorite book boyfriend from this author duo. The Secret had everything I’d come to love about their books: laughs galore, hot AF steam, feels that had tears streaming down my face, mostly from laughing, a little age gap with a side of forbidden, and I was 69 shades of addicted.
Rachel was spirited, sassy, and quite savvy. She was also under a lot of pressure, and those parts of her allowed her to get a break from the weight of other people’s expectations. I loved how she wasn’t afraid to push.
Ty had a charming and fun personality that will melt hearts all over the world, as well as some next-level dirty talk that will melt other things. He was the perfect blend of dirty talkin’ alpha and charmingly swoony.
Ty and Rachel’s chemistry was palpable the night they met, but it was only a taste of what was to come. The flames between them shifted from being warm to volcanic. The buildup and anticipation were insanely entertaining while also being extremely hot. The two of them just clicked intellectually, as did the way they taunted and teased each other in their secret game, which was as fascinating as it was hot.
Rachel and Ty’s story had me all up in my feels. It was mostly lighthearted panty-melting fun, but there were times when I had to stop reading to wipe away tears. Rachel’s inner thoughts and emotions were at times so intense they felt like a vice grip around my heart. Not feeling as though the ones who are meant to love you the most don’t “see” you is something I can relate to.
The Secret was impossible to put down within a few words, and I knew my real life would be put on hold until I finished reading every word. A heady mix of enticing chemistry, a charming panty melting alpha, a clever, spirited heroine, extra witty banter, and antics that are a unique blend of amusing and extremely hot. My new favorite by this duo and a top read of 2022.
Dear Fellow Bookworms,
I need your help.
I, Rachel Rose, am in quite the pickle with a hot-as-sin English Lit professor by the name of Ty Winslow, and I don’t know how to get out of it.
Let me break it down for you:
Girl meets Guy.
Girl gives Guy her underwear on a dare but nothing else identifying (like her name or number) because she plans to never see Guy again.
But Girl does see Guy again, in a very professional setting, where she is to be the Teaching Assistant to his Professor for an entire semester.
Girl would like to ignore all events of the past, but Guy is a whole list of tempting things that are hard to resist. (See below:)
#1: Insanely attractive.
#2: The most fun a girl could ever have.
#3: Successful and intelligent.
#4: He can quote Walt Whitman at the drop of a hat—which I’m sure you know is a dangerous thing for a literature-lover.
#5: Smooth with a capital S. He could charm the panties off a woman WITHOUT the help of a dare.
And now, Mr. Hot Professor, the man I’m determined to resist, is challenging me to a competition—a playful, secret game, so to speak—where the winner takes all.
My plan? Play the game long enough to win—long enough to walk away with the upper hand—without doing something stupid like falling in love.
It’s possible . . . right?
If you have any advice, please reach out to me soon—before it’s too late.