Welcome to my stop on the Blog Tour of Hold Me Until Morning by Christina Phillips hosted by the lovely and wonderful Indie Sage PR (Seriously, I absolutely adore these people!) 😀
So go on, check out my thoughts on this wonderful romance, catch a sneak peak into the story, and don’t forget to enter the amazing giveaway as well 😀
Enjoy your stay, lovelies ❤
Synopsis: A sexy category romance from Entangled’s Brazen imprint…
She’s the one girl he should never touch…
Cooper Grayson is supposed to hole up in a mountain cabin and protect his best friend’s little sister from the paparazzi for a week. That’s it. But Paris O’Connell isn’t a kid anymore, and it’s hard to remember this isstrictly business when she bats her big green eyes at him…then crashes through all his carefully placed boundaries.
Paris loves a challenge. And gorgeous Cooper Grayson is the most dangerous challenge she’s faced yet. He ignores the sizzling attraction that keeps her awake at nights, and he doesn’t care about her fame or her contacts, only seeing her. When they finally kiss, Cooper leaves her bare. Exposed. His for the taking. And take he does…
For one incredibly hot week, Cooper fulfils her every fantasy. But when the real world crashes in, so does reality. And reality tells them there’s no way a Hollywood star and a bad boy from the wrong side of town could ever have a future together…
Best Friend’s sister? A TOTAL NO NO ZONE!
So what does Cooper Grayson do? Falls for Paris of course 😀
I really do love me some of those forbidden romances – it does gets my zing going, so of course I requested to be a part of this tour 😀
Cooper and Marisa haven’t seen each other for a long time – both have assumptions about each other and themselves that need to be challenged before anything can even hope to happen between them.
The characterizations were what I absolutely loved in this book – bot Cooper and Marisa grew up so much, from the first page till the last! Both Cooper and Marisa had so much internal conflict that it sometimes became physically incapable of actually reading – although that isn’t a bad thing – more kudos to the author.
The one thing though – and it isn’t actually limited to just this book – is that there is a lack of communication between Cooper and Marisa of everything that is important – those internal conflicts, those insecurities. Don’t get me wrong, they did touch the bare essence of the topics, but never went into depth on the topic and that just for me isn’t exactly the way to go for any relationship because it doesn’t inspire trust (at least in my opinion).
Except the above point – I loved everything about this – just like other Entangled titles – the plot, the writing, and the fact that the book gripped me the moment I decided to read it.
I have spent many a nights, late into twilight reading Entangled titles, and this book is no different!
This book was a journey, not just of Cooper and Marisa to each other, but of understanding and facing insecurities and standing up for everything you believe in!
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
For those of who love Romance books, this is definitely one that you don’t want to miss out on, especially if you like a hint of those forbidden feelings mixed in!
As the door opened, panic hit her. Nobody ever saw her first thing in the morning, before she’d even had time to wipe the sleep from her eyes. Image was everything. She’d had that drummed into her from the moment she’d signed her first contract at the age of twelve. Even Hudson fucking Bartholomew, the supposed love of her life, had only ever seen her once before she’d had the chance to make herself look presentable.
The look on his face had been more than enough to convince her that guys simply didn’t want to see her looking like her normal rumpled self. Even after spending the night with her. Even if they supposedly loved her more than life itself, all they really wanted was the image.
It was too late to stop Cooper coming in now. She tugged the sheet up to her chin. She wasn’t sure why. The sleeveless cotton top she wore covered a lot more than some of the skimpy things she’d had to wear as Lola over the last couple of years, and unless she pulled the sheet over her head she hadn’t exactly hidden herself.
Cooper entered the room carrying a tray. He’d brought her breakfast in bed? Seriously?
With a flourish he placed the tray across her lap. There was a plate of pancakes, a quarter glass of orange juice and—thank God—a mug of coffee.
“There was no juicer,” he said as he sat at the end of her bed as if this was a perfectly normal morning for them both. “I had to hand-squeeze those oranges.”
She looked back down at the glass before he could see the stunned disbelief in her eyes. She hadn’t thought twice when he’d bought the bag of oranges yesterday. He’d bought them so she could have freshly squeezed orange juice?
He really was taking his bodyguard duties above and beyond.
She cleared her throat. “I didn’t know you could cook.” He was built, he was sexy as hell, and he could cook. Did he have a girlfriend?
“Yeah, I can cook.” He sounded amused that she might think otherwise. Would he find it funny when he discovered she didn’t have a clue when it came to the kitchen? They’d ordered takeout yesterday and brought it home to eat. She’d planned to survive on fruit and salad. He didn’t look as though he could survive on salad.
“Well, thanks.” The aroma of the coffee made her fingers twitch. She couldn’t live without her coffee and had brought her own machine with her. “Aren’t you having any?”
He grinned. His hair looked damp and a shower fresh scent vied with the coffee for her attention. What time had he gotten up?
He looked good enough to eat. She dragged her fingers through her hair again, and by the feel of things she had a horrific case of bedhead. Inside she cringed—until she forcibly reminded herself that he was highly unlikely to take a photo of her looking like a witch and sell it to the highest bidder.
Of course he won’t. He was Scott’s best friend. Even so…
“I’ve already eaten. I thought I’d let you sleep in for a bit.”
He called seven a.m. on a non-work day sleeping in? With difficulty, she untangled her fingers from her hair and attempted to find some dignity. “Thank you.”
She waited for him to take the hint and leave. Instead, he leaned back against the brass rails at the foot of her bed. Did he intend to watch her eat? Nerves spiked in the pit of her stomach as she picked up her cup and took a reviving gulp of coffee.
She peered at him over her steaming cup and tried to unscramble her brain. She looked hideous first thing in the morning, but this didn’t appear to bother him. Of course, she hadn’t just spent the night with him, which might account for it. On the other hand, there was a definite spark between them, which meant he found her hot.
At least, he’d found her hot yesterday when he’d brought her luggage in. She refused to let her gaze slip southwards now. Not that she’d see anything in any case, given the way he was sitting.
She squeezed her eyes shut and almost managed to convince herself the heat coursing through her was due entirely to the coffee flooding her system and absolutely nothing to do with Cooper Grayson and his dimple.
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Christina Phillips is an ex-pat Brit who now lives in sunny Western Australia with her high school sweetheart and their family. She enjoys writing paranormal, historical and contemporary romance where the stories sizzle and the heroine brings her hero to his knees.
Christina is addicted to good coffee, expensive chocolate and bad boy heroes. She is also owned by three gorgeous cats who are convinced the universe revolves around their needs. They are not wrong.