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The blurb:
"Wild about Weston" is
the fifth of six books about the last of the Philadelphia-based,
wildly-handsome English brothers who are all on the look-out for love.
(Wait a second! They're definitely
NOT all on the look-out for love anymore. Not if Emily, Daisy, Jess and Val
have any say in the matter. Weston's the last single English...oh, yeah. And
Kate. Poor Kate...)
When Weston English's girlfriend
breaks up with him to move to Italy on the morning of his brother Fitz's wedding,
he fully expects to have a horrible day. What he doesn't anticipate is meeting
Molly McKenna.
Daisy's friend, Molly, whose fiance
dumped her the night before the wedding, decides to throw caution to the wind
and eschew her schoolteacher persona for a wild, one-night stand with Weston.
From the ceremony to cocktail hour,
to dinner and dancing, to toasts and photos and the cake, Molly and Weston will
discover that they have more in common than they could have guessed, and some
horrible endings lead to the happiest beginnings.
My Opinion:
*Book
provided by the author in exchange for an honest review*
Here we go again,
finally!!!! The English Brothers are back!!! This time in the person of the
youngest of the five brothers: Weston.
It’s time for a wedding:
Fitz and Daisy are getting married on Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t be happier
about that J. Weston
planned on taking Connie, has on and off fling with him, but she breaks it all
off when he wants to pick her up. Great, just before his brother’s wedding,
let’s say he wasn’t in the best mood.
Molly McKenna loves
weddings and she can’t wait to go to her friend Daisy’s wedding. They know each
other from a local theatre group. But then her fiancé Dusty calls and tells her
that he is not coming. He has been seeing someone else for a while and that
woman is pregnant now. Molly is devastated, but still manages to get ready and
attend the wedding. She can leave early right?!
Molly and Weston meet at
the wedding, both in a miserable state, but they click immediately. I loved how
the connected and yes they moved a bit fast… Something came in between all the
time though, because Weston, as the best man, had to be there for pictures and
more. They get to know each other fast by talking and just being together. Both
of them realised that what they had with their ex-partners wasn’t real. The
kissing, the talking it took their feelings to a whole new level, something
they have never experienced before.
There had to be some drama,
jealousy and misunderstandings included as well. When both ex-partners turn up,
they have to make a decision, after only knowing each other for a few hours.
Weston finally took the
courage to be honest to his family about what he wants in life and I think he
couldn’t have done it without Molly. They’ve had each other’s back from the
start and I enjoyed every single little scene and moment between them. Katy has
a real talent to create authentic and real scenes, with a brilliant storyline
and awesome characters. I felt like being part of the book and I couldn’t put
it down, read it in one go!
The change of perspective
between Molly and Weston was great as well. It brings a good mixture into the
book and it makes their feelings very clear.
It was wonderful catching
up with Barrett, Emily, Fitz, Daisy, Alex, Jessica, Stratton and Val. They are
a great family. Next up is Kate, their cousin and then we move over to the
Winslow brothers, which means we won’t leave this magnificent world created by
our QUEEN OF ROMANCE!!! This book is magical, romantic, sweet and much more…
Rating:
My possible cast:
Weston: Alex Pettyfer
Molly: Kate Mara
Excerpt
from Wild About Weston
Molly leaned against the bar,
downing her second Chardonnay in fifteen minutes. If she’d known a single soul
at the wedding besides Daisy, or if she wasn’t attending by herself, it would
have been easier to relax, but as it was, she was barely hanging on.
“Scotch.
Double,” said a low, terse voice from beside her. “Wait. Triple.”
Molly
shifted only slightly to watch him throw back the lowball glass, before wincing
in distaste and sliding it back to the bartender.
“Again.
Neat.”
The old
Molly—sweet, gullible, trusting, stupid Molly—from yesterday, might have gently
laid her hand on his arm and asked him if everything was okay. The dumped,
bitter, caustic, on-her-way-to-plastered Molly of today nudged her empty glass
forward beside his.
“Another
Chardonnay, please?”
“That’s
three,” said the bartender, as he filled up Blondie’s lowball glass again.
She
hooked her thumb at Blondie. “And he’s on his fourth, fifth, and sixth, but I
didn’t notice you counting it out for him.”
“It’s
early yet. Maybe pace yourself, honey.”
“If I
wanted a lecture, I would’ve called my dad,” she said, shocked to hear the
words she was thinking somehow fall out of her mouth.
“Whoa,
touchy. Just saying.”
“Well,
don’t,” she said softly. “Don’t say. Just pour.”
As she
exchanged words with the bartender, Blondie had stopped with his drink halfway
to his lips, and was staring at her with his mouth slightly open.
“Hey,”
he said, his eyes flicking to her breasts for just a second. “You look almost as miserable as I feel.”
“Imagine
how delighted I am to hear that,” she answered, putting her back to the bar and
looking past him, as though bored.
If she
was honest, however, she wasn’t bored by him. Maybe, just maybe, for no
apparent reason that she cared to explore, her tummy might have filled with
butterflies when he locked his blue eyes with hers a moment before.
“Wow.”
He threw back half the glass of Scotch, then lowered the tumbler to the bar,
shifting his body to face her. “Not a big fan of weddings, huh?”
“Not
today,” she admitted, grasping the stem of her wineglass after the bartender
grudgingly refilled it. The wine was doing its work, making the sharp ache of
Dusty’s betrayal recede from the front of her mind.
“Amen,”
he agreed.
“Today,
weddings suck.”
“Right
there with you.”
“Love,
love, love…blah, blah, blah. Whatever.”
“Preaching
to the choir.”
“To
have and to hold…what does that even mean?”
He
wrinkled his nose at her. “I think it just means…to have and to hold.”
She
smirked. “I guess they didn’t want to confuse anyone when they came up with
that witty line.”
His
lips quirked up and he brought the glass to his lips again, taking a small sip.
“Boy, you’re something.”
“Am I?”
she asked, still channeling acidic boredom, although part of her hoped he
wouldn’t leave because at least if Blondie was talking to her, she wasn’t
completely alone. Plus, he was easy on the eyes, it was taking effort not to
look at him, and that effort was distracting her from her general misery.
“You’re
really angry.” He leaned a little closer and lowered his voice. “Don’t take
this the wrong way, but I sort of dig that today.”
“What
do you dig on the other 364 days?”
He
laughed softly, shaking his head back and forth. “Why don’t we just worry about
today?”
She
sighed, taking another big gulp of wine before glancing at him. She shifted her
body and fluttered a couple of fingers toward the boutonniere on his lapel.
“Wedding
party?”
“Weren’t
you at the wedding?”
“Back
row corner,” she said. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”
Fueled
by many fermented grapes, she decided to remedy that now. Without even trying
to be subtle, she started at his neck then dropped her eyes, inch by inch, to
his broad chest, to his tapered waist, to his hips—with strong bets on a toned,
chiseled man-V under his sharply creased trousers—to his legs, and back up
again. “Friend or family?”
His
eyes burned after her blunt perusal. “Family. What about you?”
“Maybe
I’m crashing,” she deadpanned.
As if dumped schoolteacher Molly McKenna would ever do
something as wild as crash a wedding.
He
grinned, his eyes a touch darker now as he threw back the rest of his Scotch
without wincing or gasping. He shoved his glass back toward the bartender,
tapping on the rim to indicate he wanted another.
“Really?”
“Crashing,”
she whispered with a soft laugh of disbelief.
“I’ve
never met a wedding crasher. How did you get in?” he asked, amusement and
surprise thick in his voice.
“What?”
“You
crashed, right? How did you manage to get in?”
“Oh, I
didn’t…”
Wouldn’t that be something? To crash a wedding? To be
someone who did something like that? Someone…wild?
Either
the wine was making her loopy, or the idea of “being wild” for the first time
in her life had taken hold of her like a beagle’s teeth on a bird’s throat.
Whatever the reason, it didn’t much matter. She looked into Blondie’s deep blue
eyes, which were twinkling with amusement, and made a quick decision. Licking
her lips and lowering her voice to a purr as she’d seen in the movies, she
beckoned him closer.
“Want
me to tell you? Or show you?”
Shocked
by her own boldness, Molly didn’t move an inch. She stared at the pulse in his
throat, the way it pounded, pushing at the skin forcefully with every throbbing
surge of blood. By staring at his
heartbeat she could ignore the fierce pounding of her own.
“Are
you serious?”
Her
breathing had suddenly become shallow and quick. Was she? Was she serious? What
exactly was she offering? A kiss? Sex? Christ on a cracker, she’d never had sex
with anyone but Dusty. Dusty. Her nostrils flared with fury. Dusty who’d
cheated on her with Shana. She exhaled raggedly, licking her lips again,
emboldened by her fury.
“Try
me,” she whispered.
About
the Author:
Katy Regnery, award-winning and
Amazon bestselling author, started her writing career
Now a hybrid author who publishes both independently and
traditionally, Katy claims authorship of the six-book Heart of Montana series,
the six-book English Brothers series, and a Kindle Worlds novella entitled
“Four Weddings and a Fiasco: The Wedding Date,” in addition to the standalone
novels, Playing for Love at Deep Haven and Amazon bestseller, The
Vixen and the Vet.
The Vixen and the Vet is included in the
charity anthology Hometown Heroes: Hotter Ever After, and Katy’s novella
“Frosted” will appear in the upcoming (Jan ’15) anthology, Snowy Days Steamy
Nights. Additionally, Katy’s short story, “The Long Way Home” will appear
in the first RWA anthology (Feb ’15), Premiere.
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern Fairfield County,
Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods, and her husband,
two young children, and two dogs create just enough cheerful chaos to remind
her that the very best love stories begin at home.
Don’t
miss upcoming English Brothers books!!
Twitter: @KatyRegnery
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