Doing it for Love by Cassie Mae
(All About Love # 1)
Releasing September 29th 2015
Loveswept
Blurb:
Cassie Mae’s charming, sexy
new novel, perfect for fans of Emma Chase, puts a steamy twist on modern love
as one bride-to-be tries to put the spark back in the bedroom—by any means
necessary.
Elizabeth Fanning’s life
looks pretty perfect, judging by the diamond ring on her finger. Her fiancé,
Landon, is sweet, handsome, and hilarious. The trouble is, before they’ve even
tied the knot, their sex life has gone from mind-blowing to “meh”—and Liz isn’t
ready to be part of an old married couple. After a cathartic call to her best
friend, Liz comes up with a brilliant idea. She and Landon may never be able to
re-create the magic of their first time, but how amazing would their wedding
night be if everything below the neck was off-limits until then?
Liz thinks it’ll bring them
closer together. Landon’s convinced she’ll cave first. So they
raise the stakes: Whoever lasts longer gets to pick their honeymoon destination.
With her heart set on the Bahamas and Landon fighting for snowbound Utah, Liz
simply has to win. But pretty soon, her body is screaming for attention, and
Landon’s never seemed so far away. Has Liz’s experiment backfired? Losing their
little competition would be frustrating—but the one thing she can’t afford to
lose is him
“Did you want a baby?” he asks, and my jaw
drops.
“Huh?”
“It’s okay if you did. I . . . I mean, I want
to have kids with you someday.”
Someday . . . yes. But not today. I
grin at the scared-as-hell look on his face. That’s the great thing about the
longtime relationship. I know his looks. I know his smiles, his frowns, his
laughs. I reach to him, and his hand slips through my wet blond hair, hugs the
back of my head, and pulls me into his shoulder. I lock my arms around his
torso, ignore the sweet buzzing all over my stomach and heart and sides. His
fingers massage my scalp as he rocks me.
“I like the idea of having a permanent piece
of you,” I admit into his wet skin.
“You already have a permanent piece of me.”
One of his hands slides down the length of my back. “Hell, you have the whole
thing.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Okay . . . if you really want . . . I’ll
impregnate you. Open up.” He pushes at my thighs, and I smack his shoulders.
“Pretty sure I want us to be married first.
And I don’t know . . . older.” Like years ahead of us. We can barely afford to
feed ourselves.
“You . . . you said married.”
“I did.”
I push back on his chest, and he scratches
his dark hair. “Just letting you know I’m not freaking out about it.”
“This is not freaking out about it?” I say,
circling my finger at his face. It could be the steam from the shower making it
smoke red, but it sure doesn’t seem that way.
“I let it slide like it was nothing.”
“You did not.”
He growls, playfully nipping at my neck.
“Well, I’m not freaking out,” he muffles against my skin, creating goose bumps
up and down my spine. “Because, you know, we’re in the spot.”
“Huh?”
“You know, the spot.”
“In the shower?” I laugh when his red face
darkens a shade.
“No, I mean . . . I love you. And it’s not
like I’m going to break up with you. And I’m pretty sure you want to be stuck
with me.”
“You think we’re stuck? That’s ‘the spot’?”
“No. Shit, it’s coming out wrong.”
“I don’t even know what you’re trying to
say.” I laugh, bending down to adjust the heat on the water.
“I’m saying there’s no reason for me to freak
out because I want to marry you. I think, you know, we should get married.”
My hand stops dead on the tap, and I crick my
neck to catch his expression. He’s gone from red wine to white in the blink of
an eye, water dripping from his dark hair down his forehead, and he frantically
wipes it away. Then he reaches for me, pulls me up against him, hiding his
face.
“Um . . . what did you just say?” I croak, my
heart suddenly beating out of my skull. A tidal wave rushes through my stomach,
and my nails dig into his shoulders to make sure I’m not dreaming or something.
He slowly backs away from my neck, eyes wide
as grapefruits. “I didn’t mean . . . oh shit . . . it wasn’t supposed to happen
like this.”
He falls forward, pushing me against the cold
tile and hitting his forehead on the wall near my cheek.
“What wasn’t supposed to happen?” I ask
through a small laugh. Seconds ago, he was boasting about not freaking out, and
now he’s gone bat crazy.
“I had it all planned,” he grumbles into the
tile. The echoes bounce off my shoulder. “I even bought a suit. Outside patio
dinner, clear night for stars . . . I was going to pull out all the romantic
stops, and it just falls out when we’re in the shower.”
“Landon, are you being serious? I can never
tell.”
“Because I’m never serious?”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
He lifts his head, eyes meeting mine, and a
nervous twitch pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Will you marry me?”
My heart’s still thumping through my brain.
“The test was negative, Landon,” I try to
joke, but it comes out wobbly. “You don’t have to—”
“I know.” His palms cradle my face, drops of
water falling from his eyelashes. “Will you marry me?”
His misty lips make contact with my nose. I’m
still trying to process if he’s serious or not.
“Really? This isn’t because of that pregnancy
test, is it?”
“I was planning on asking a few weeks ago.
Cross my heart, the ring’s been in this apartment for at least a month.”
My eyes flick back and forth between his,
searching, searching, searching for a lie, a joke, a tease, something.
But it’s all honesty and nerves and love. So much love I find myself slipping
on the wall, losing strength in my knees.
“You are serious.”
“I love you, Liz. Marry me? Please?”
I feel a smile tug on my mouth. The water’s
getting too cold to stay underneath, but my body temperature rises, my skin
boiling under his touch. I grip his forearms, holding myself steady while he continues
to cup my cheeks.
I love every bit of this man, every piece of
his heart and soul and mind and body. So even though I wasn’t expecting it this
way, even though I was just internally moaning about not getting any
spontaneous loving, I practically shout my answer at him.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” He pulls back, the stream of water
hitting him square in the face. I laugh and bat it away from him. “Yes . . .
you said yes?”
“Yes, I said yes.”
A large relieved breath leaves his mouth
before he presses it to mine. Landon’s arms circle my torso, pull me up against
his now hot and slick body, and every ounce of disappointment I was feeling
evaporates with the shower steam.
“I thought I royally botched that.” He
laughs, and a wave of minty breath travels from his mouth to mine.
“You did,” I tease before closing the gap
between our lips again. “But I love you.”
Author Info:
Cassie Mae (who dons the name Becca Ann on occasion) is the author of a few hundred—okay, maybe not that many—books. Since writing her bestselling debut, Reasons I Fell for the Funny Fat Friend, she has published books with Random House, Swoon Romance, and Tulip Romance. She has a favorite of all her babies, but no, she won’t tell you what it is (mainly because it changes depending on the day). Along with writing, Cassie likes to binge-watch Teen Wolf and The Big Bang Theory. She can quote Harry Potter lines quick as a whip. And she likes kissing her hubby, but only if his facial hair is trimmed. She also likes cheesecake to a very obsessive degree.
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5/5
OK seriously. I did not think this woman's books could get any better, but I was wrong. This one has climbed up there with my all time favourites. It was just too fricking CUTE!! The second I finished it I just wanted to go right back to page one and read it all over again. It was that good!
Usually I am in favor of leaving the happily ever after to our own imaginations. I like reading about the build up to the relationship and the beginning of it. Sometimes when we get the HEA in epilogues, it doesn't feel right to me. Like it's too rushed or not that realistic. But this book? This is how it should be done! The relationship between Liz and Landon was so real and believable. The stress of planing a wedding and the arguments they get into wasn't overdone or overly dramatic. It was all amazing. And omg these two couldn't have been more perfect for each other. Liz was hilarious and Landon was a such sweetheart (even if there was one part where I wanted to smack him!). I laughed and cried so much. Cassie why do you do this to me?! If I don't find my own Landon I am gonna be so upset! xD
I really don't know what else I can say apart from I LOVED IT I LOVED IT I LOVED IT!!! The funniness, the awkwardness, the love, the sadness, the secondary characters, everything! Ms. Mae's writing is just superb and could brighten up anyone's day.
I cannot wait to read the next books in the series. I just know they are gonna be as awesome as this one!
I seriously cannot recommend this book and this author enough. If you haven't read any of her books yet then get on it! Everyone needs some Cassie Mae in their life <3
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