Title: Dating the Billionaire
Author: Poppy Dunne
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 12, 2017
Blurb
I'm Dahlia Rossi, dating coach extraordinaire. I know how to land you
the man of your dreams. Follow my rules, you'll meet the love of your life and
have a gorgeous destination wedding in French Polynesia. Okay, that last one
happened just the one time. But my rules work every time. I
guarantee it.
1. The man makes the first move. Seems unfair? Life's unfair.
2. Never have sex on the first date. No, not even oral. And hands above the table, please.
3. Play hard to get, but don't make it too hard.
Solid rules, right? I thought they were. But then I met Jack Carraway, an impossibly sexy, frustratingly unpredictable billionaire, and broke them all. Everywhere. In an elevator. On a balcony. Beneath a gazebo, of all places.
Whether I like it or not (spoiler alert: I like it!), Jack is taking me on wild adventure and we're writing a whole new set of rules. Like, always reserve your matching Harry Potter costumes a week in advance; wrestling swans is not as easy as it looks; and sometimes, the man of your dreams pops up in the most unlikely of places and has a really big...boat.
After years of watching couples find love, it may be my turn. But is this spontaneous playboy the real thing, or just a fun detour around my predictable life? All this time I've been following my own rules and going to sleep alone, with nothing but my second slice of princess cake to keep me company.
But the more time I spend with Jack, the more I learn that
rules...they're meant to be broken.
In love there's only one rule: there are no rules.
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My Review
I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review.
Dahlia is a dating coach and has a specific set of rules. Rules that not only her clients live by, but rules she lives by. The rules have always worked. For both her and her clients. But then she meets Jack.
The minute these two lay eyes on each other they feel a connection. And Dahlia immediately starts breaking her rules. And surprisingly, she is okay with it. Jack is different than the men in her past. He challenges her. They have fun, playful relationship from the very start. And their chemistry is off the charts hot.
“I thought we had a pretty strong, forceful connection at the Carlyle.” I take another drink, never tearing my eyes from hers. Dahlia doesn’t give in. She doesn’t get intimidated. In fact, I feel her foot slide right up the side of my leg again, under the table. Now I’m at full mast, ladies and gentlemen. When the waiter comes by again, I have to bend over and pretend I like reading the menu when it’s in my lap.
After they take our order—she wanted oysters—we get back to what’s most important: flirtation, and my raging hard-on.
“We did have a very strong connection. Very aggressive.” She shrugs, wrinkling her nose. “But that’s just lust.”
“Lust can’t be a little fun?” I slide my hand along her smooth leg, rucking up her skirt a bit. Dahlia shifts a little, but doesn’t lodge my hand off her knee. Good. It likes the place it’s found. Very comfortable. Maybe it’ll buy a house on this exact spot and take out a mortgage.
This is going a little far, so I’ll stop.
“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” Her dark eyes glint in the candlelight. I tighten my grip a little, and she responds with a gasp, her lips parted.
Is it rude to have sex on top of your dinner? My mother used to have a book of Emily Post’s guide to manners, which warned against that sort of thing. Then again, Dad kept a ton of Playboys out in the garage, so I feel mingling the two is an homage to how I was raised.
The oysters are laid out in front of us, the ice gleaming, the lemon wedges all…lemon. I don’t get poetic about food. Not my style. But watching Dahlia expertly add a little sauce and a squirt of citrus before swallowing said oyster, her eyes closed as she luxuriates…that I could wax poetic about.
I’ll become the Alfred, Lord Tennyson of watching Dahlia Rossi eat, only without the title and the stupid beard.
“Oysters are an aphrodisiac,” I say, helping myself. Dahlia chases hers with another sip of martini.
“Do you really need the help?” She bats her lashes as I lean forward and graze my fingers up the length of her leg. I trace the expanse of her thigh, and her eyes go saucer wide. Careful, Jack. You don’t want to go too far too fast. Except you do, but you’d rather not get sued.
“Do I need the help?” I ask, keeping my voice low. She bites her bottom lip.
“Or does the help need you?” She blinks. “Yeah, I should wait on another martini before I get some more meat into me. Food. Food that can be meat based or not. I do what I want.”
“I’m sure you do.” The combination of sultry looks and fast-running mouth are a deadly combination in this woman. I move back a little, and return to my drink. Dahlia glances out the window, and frowns.
“Is that swan…watching us?”
“Forget it,” I nearly growl. All I know is I want this woman more than I can remember wanting anyone or anything. No one, no man or woman or bird is getting in my way tonight.
This book is a quick, fun read and I found myself laughing out loud more than once. Dahlia and Jack are wonderful characters and I couldn't help but love them!
Author Bio
Poppy Dunne
writes books with relatable heroines who speak their minds and whose riotous
inner dialogue reflects their complex characters. Her goal is to deliver a
story that has equal parts heart, romance and humor. Her heroes are swoon
worthy, yet hold on to your suspension of disbelief, because they pick up their
own socks and cook.
In her free time, she looks for hobbies other than Netflix and procrastinating to fill out this author bio. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two children.
In her free time, she looks for hobbies other than Netflix and procrastinating to fill out this author bio. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two children.
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