Tressa at Tressa’s Wishful Endings hosts Friday Favorites and we thrilled to join her. You can check out her Friday Favorite here.
This week our Friday Favorite is Off Course (Off #4) by Sawyer Bennett.
Goodreads Synopsis
Renner Caldwell has her life perfectly mapped out. She has the ideal relationship, the perfect job and all is right in her world. When a shameful turn of events happens, she boards the first plane bound for Ireland to lick her wounds and get her head back on straight.
Cillian O’Bradaigh is the sexy, front man to the Irish rock band, Over The Edge. His rising fame and sultry voice make him every woman’s fantasy come true. Not to mention his single-minded determination. To put it simply: what Cillian wants, Cillian always gets. And he wants Renner, because there’s just something about the flame-haired beauty he has to possess.
If their relationship was just about sex and rock n’ roll, it would be easy for them to get lost in their desires. Only their relationship is anything but a hook-up. Will lies, deceit and hidden tragedy get in the way, making the path to true love uncertain? Or will the girl whose been knocked Off Course, find her footing with the man who is teaching her it’s okay to lose control?
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We have loved the entire Off Series but this one in particular holds a special place. Maybe it’s the devilishly handsome rock star Cilian O’Bradaigh. Maybe it’s the that the feisty Renner Caldwell is a redhead. Maybe it is because this story takes place in Ireland. Or maybe it is because they have incredible chemistry and this story has just the right amount of sweet and oh so sexy! Whatever the reason, if you have not read this book yet, you need to go out and grab a copy! Check out a teaser from the book below!
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Coming out from behind the bar, I loop my purse over my shoulder and walk by him. His hand reaches out and again snatches my wrist. It’s warm and I can feel my pulse speed up. I’m sure he can feel it thrumming against his palm and I mentally slap myself to get it under control.
His thumb rubs a circle against my wrist. “Come on… don’t be that way, cailín álainn.”
I start to jerk out of his hold but those words stop me, and the memory of that night comes flooding back to me. “What did you just call me?”
Cilican steps in closer but doesn’t release his hold on me. With his other hand, he reaches up and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, looking into my eyes. “I called you ‘cailín álainn’. You recognize it, I/m sure. It’s the same exact thing I called you five years ago, Renner.”