Unprofessional by JD Hawkins
Release Date: March 22nd
Genre: Contemporary Romance
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Stop right here if you want something light and entertaining. J.D. Hawkins knows how to make his readers have a good time that's for sure.
Margo & Owen are fun, uncomplicated and falling in love was evidence. Being friends for so many and working together, you could say they know each other pretty well. They often talk about their "adventures" but recently Margo wants more than the fun for herself. She wants to find a job where she would show her real skills and she doesn't want to party as much as she did. Unfortunately finding the right guy is not that easy.
Life is happening and next thing Margo & Owen know they are in each other arms. While Owen is all for the fun, even if it's highly against his own rules not to mentioned unprofessional, Margo is more reluctant.
Friends to lovers trope is really one of my favorite trope these days because I find it highly delightful to witness how it can all fall apart and how MC are doing their best to resist but love always win.
As much as I enjoyed seeing Margo & Owen in each other pants, I equally loved their time as friends. Their bond is genuine and they definitely should have crossed the line way sooner. I wanted the story to be a little longer, the end comes too soon and a little too convenient for my taste.
That being said, I wouldn't miss this new addition in J.D.'s books. This author never stops to surprise me. I never really know what I'm going to get except for the fun and sexy times. I could recommend all his books for entirely different reasons and IMO that's what makes a good author. In other words, read his books if you haven't while I'll be waiting for my next fix.
“Thank god you live on the ground floor,” I say, as I rummage for her keys in her bag with one hand while keeping her from falling with the other. It’s not that I haven’t been to Margo’s place before, but when we hang out it’s usually at work functions or the occasional bar, and at the moment I can’t shake the feeling that I’m intruding a little.
“You know, you’re really fucking hot,” she slurs, giggling. My cock stirs at the brush of her lips so close to my neck, her warm breath against my skin. I have to shake it off.
“And you’re really fucking drunk,” I reply with a forced laugh, as the key finally catches and I kick the door open.
“No…I mean it,” she says as I step into her apartment, still holding her in my arms. “You’re like…the most beautiful man.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” I say, as I open a few wrong doors (closet, bathroom) until I find her bedroom. I walk in and lay her down on the bed, then pull away, setting her bag on the night table. “You should probably just rest a bit, let it pass.” I unlace her boots and ease them off gently, setting them on the floor before straightening up to go. This feels familiar, although I haven’t carried a too-drunk Margo home from a party and put her to bed since our undergrad years. “You need anything? Water, or—”
“Yeah.” Margo smiles.
Instead of answering, she mischievously beckons me closer. I look at her, dress rolling up around her thighs, twisting her body up in the sheets, my imagination starting to whirl a little.
“Come here!” she yelps impatiently.
This could mean trouble—the problem is, I like trouble. I groan and go nearer to the bed.
“Closer,” she giggles, and I’m taken with the smile, the way she grinds into the bed…
Her hand pulls on my shirt, her smile goes and instead her mouth is open now, weakened like she’s preparing to kiss me. I could so easily fall into her here, so easily bring my mouth onto hers, put my own hands under her clothes. I can almost taste her, appetite stirring…
Except being a real man doesn’t just mean knowing when to make a move, it also means knowing when you shouldn’t.
“Nice try,” I say, pulling back.
Margo laughs and pounds her fists onto the bed with disappointment.
“But I need to see what’s under your shirt. You still got those Grand Canyon abs, I bet.”
“Ok. That’s my cue to go,” I say, half-out the door. “See you tomorrow.”
“No! Come on! Please! I remember the view was fucking amazing. Just a little peek. A tiny little peek for old time’s sake. Come on, Owen! Don’t be an asshole. You know you want to show it off.”
I look back at her, hand on the doorknob, and find myself laughing.
“Happy now?” I say, pulling up my shirt a little way.
Margo screams and falls back onto her pillows laughing.
“I knew it! Just as perfect as that night you got locked out of the girl’s dorm,” she says, as I close the door and leave.
When I get back to my car, I’m still smiling.
About the Author:
JD Hawkins writes erotic romance with modern-classic alpha males and strong, independant women. He currently lives with his wife in Los Angeles, CA. He loves to travel and has lived in many places, including New York City, India and Thailand. When he isn't writing, JD enjoys surfing, training in Mixed Martial Arts, reading and taking naps. He's always loved making up stories, especially ones inspired by real life.