except beyond mateo's employment contract, they have a bigger obstacle in mateo's mom, gabriella, who also happens to be teague's boss. and she does not approve of her assistant socializing with her beloved son. but it's also impossible to stop their paths from crossing given mateo's prominent role in one of the weddings gabriella is planning.
the more teague gets to know mateo, the more she realizes that there is more to him than just a pretty face. and he comes through for her in a big way when her world is rocked by a family crisis. but when he holds back, she believes it's because he doesn't think she's worth the commitment. when actually it's his job and his sudden realization that he wants her in his life full time that has him running scared. is it even possible for him to have it all?
mateo is super dreamy and teague is funny and charming and normal. these two characters are so great, and it's nice to see them work it all out in a believable, rational way. sometimes these new adult romances can go a bit over the top with the melodrama, but that isn't true in talk british to me.
**talk british to me will publish on june 19, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (embrace) in exchange for my honest review. for more information on talk british to me read on past the jump.
Talk British to Me, an all-new sexy STANDALONE romance from Robin Bielman is now LIVE!
Title: Talk British to Me
Author: Robin Bielman
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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As the Dating Guy on L.A.’s top morning show, I give the single guy’s perspective on dating, love, and sex—and I give great advice. Everyone’s hooking up…well, except for me. Sure, I can get any woman I want, but I’ve got a “no relationship” clause in my contract and the only woman I want has “relationship” written all over her. Probably stamped on her ass, too. And wouldn’t I like to confirm that.
Unfortunately, she wants nothing to do with me. At all. Something about the next Ice Age might have even come up in her rebuttal. Adorable. Because she’s determined to ignore what one simple kiss proved: she wants me as badly as I want her.
Everything in me is screaming to go after her, but I’ve got a secret that I’m fairly certain will end up with her roasting my nuts over an open fire. So, job on the line? Check. Nuts on the line? Check. Can’t get her out of my head? Nail…meet coffin. But what a way to go…
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My cell pings with an incoming text as I approach the garage elevator, so I’m not exactly paying attention when I hear the elevator arrive and sense someone step out. I think I walk around the person, but my shoulder bumps hers.
The delicate feel of her has me jerking my head up.
“Sorry,” we say at the same time.
She’s holding a box piled high with envelopes that partially block her face. I don’t know if it’s from our slight collision or a natural misstep, but the box wobbles in her hands. She sucks in a breath. I slip my arm under the box to help keep it from tipping over, but that seems to make it worse, because the next thing I know, the envelopes are spilling out onto the ground.
“Son of a biscuit!” she says, unable to stop the box from crashing down but keeping herself on both feet.
I burst out laughing.
Hear me out. The “son of a biscuit” is damn adorable. I’ve never heard anyone actually use it before. But better still, the beautiful creature spewing such foul language is none other than the girl who dumped chicken wings on me. Teague.
“I’m glad you find this so—”
She stalls, finally meeting my eyes. Recognition crosses her face as she scrunches up her cute little nose in annoyance.
“Amusing?” I finish for her.
She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. The two of us running into each other again is pretty unbelievable. She huffs out a breath that’s a mixture of contempt and surprise.
“I’m just as surprised as you, baby.”
This time the sound she makes from the back of her throat is pure disgust. She drops to all fours to gather the envelopes back into the box.
I bend down to help, reaching for envelopes while never taking my eyes off her. She’s pissed about more than the dropped cargo. “Bad day?” I say.
She glares at me.
“I’m sorry about bumping you. I was looking down at my phone and thought I had plenty of room.”
Picture a hot girl with blue eyes so kind she couldn’t look daggers no matter how hard she tried. That’s what I’m privileged enough to be staring at now. The corners of my mouth pull up involuntarily. Her mouth, while set in a tight line, is sexy as fuck, those generous lips of hers distracting. “Seriously, Teague, I’m sorry.”
Her expression goes from hard to soft instantly. She sits back on her haunches, puts her hands on her thighs. “You remember my name?”
About the Author
When not attached to her laptop, USA Today Bestselling Author and RITA Finalist, Robin Bielman can almost always be found with her nose in a book. A California girl, the beach is her favorite place for fun and inspiration. Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas.
She loves to go on adventures, and has skydived, scuba dived, parasailed, gotten lost in the wilderness (and only suffered a gazillion bug bites for it) hiked to waterfalls, and swam with dolphins. In her spare time she also likes to put her treadmill to good use while watching her favorite TV shows, take hikes with her hubby, indulge her sweet tooth, and play sock tug of war with her cute, but sometimes naughty dog, Harry.
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