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New Adult bestselling author Monica Murphy winds up her sensational series with this sexy story of two college kids with nothing in common but a bunch of baggage and a burning attraction.
Over. That about sums up everything in my life. Suspended from my college football team and forced to cut back my hours at The District bar because of my crappy grades, I can’t keep turning to my sister, Fable, and her pro-football playing husband, Drew, to bail me out. I just can’t seem to find my own way. Weed and sex are irresistible temptations—and it’s messed up that I secretly hand over money to our junkie mom. A tutor is the last thing I want right now—until I get a look at her.
Chelsea is not my type at all. She’s smart and totally shy. I’m pretty sure she’s even a virgin. But when she gives me the once over with those piercing blue eyes, I’m really over. But in a different way. I won’t deny her ass is killer, but it’s her brain and the way she seems to crave love—like no one’s ever given her any—that make me want her more than any girl I’ve ever met. But what would someone as seemingly together as her ever see in a screwed up guy like me?
Over. That about sums up everything in my life. Suspended from my college football team and forced to cut back my hours at The District bar because of my crappy grades, I can’t keep turning to my sister, Fable, and her pro-football playing husband, Drew, to bail me out. I just can’t seem to find my own way. Weed and sex are irresistible temptations—and it’s messed up that I secretly hand over money to our junkie mom. A tutor is the last thing I want right now—until I get a look at her.
Chelsea is not my type at all. She’s smart and totally shy. I’m pretty sure she’s even a virgin. But when she gives me the once over with those piercing blue eyes, I’m really over. But in a different way. I won’t deny her ass is killer, but it’s her brain and the way she seems to crave love—like no one’s ever given her any—that make me want her more than any girl I’ve ever met. But what would someone as seemingly together as her ever see in a screwed up guy like me?
*ARC provided via NetGalley for an honest review*
Owen stole my heart back in One Week Girlfriend, so it was a given that I was excited he would be getting his own book. It made the whole series feel more complete to me to be able to know who Owen's life turned out.
When I first met Owen, he was a teenage boy trying to find his place in a world where his mom was a deadbeat and a sister who was doing the best she could to raise him. Needless to say, it wasn't easy for him. When Drew came into his sister Fable's life, it was a blessing in disguise. He was someone Owen could look up to. It seemed like the perfect ending for both Owen and Fable.
But Owen lost himself somewhere along the way. He wanted so badly to be like Drew, that he forgot who he wanted to be. And this is exactly what Four Years Later is about, Owen's self discovery. He needs to step back and take a look at where he sees himself headed and focus on his HEA. He also has to learn to deal with his mom and all the hell she had and still continues to put him through. It is not an easy journey for him but I can say I was so proud of the young man he has become by the end of this book!
Chelsea honestly did not win me completely over as the perfect fit for Owen. It wasn't an instant "ahh they are so PERFECT together" connection for me like it was with Drew and Fable. But then I had to remember, this was Owen's story, not his sister's. And at the end of the day, as long as he was happy with his choice, then so was I. And as their story progressed, it became very clear how much she meant to Owen. Needless to day, I was a Chelsea fan by the end.
Four Years Later is the perfect ending for this series that I love SO much!!
Her long, dark hair tumbles down her back, straight as can be. It looks soft. I want to touch it. Wrap those silky strands around my fingers and give it a tug while I lock my lips with hers. Tilt her head back further so I can lick my way down her throat and feel her pulse thrumming beneath my mouth…
“Do we go straight?”
Her sweet voice knocks me from my lusty thoughts and I blink, realize that we’re at a cross street. “Turn left,” I say gruffly. “My place is three houses down on the left side.”
She doesn’t say a word, merely does what I tell her to and I slow down even further, admiring her from behind. I need to face facts. I’m hot for the tutor. She’s not my type. I hardly know her. But my body sure as hell wants to get to know her. And this is stupid because I’m asking for nothing but trouble, thinking like this.
Too late.
As we draw closer to my house, dread sinks over me. Every window is lit up, I can hear music and loud voices. Wade is having a party.
Just great.
“Um.” Chelsea stops and turns to look at me. “Is that your place?” She points at my house, where I can see Des and some chick I don’t know sitting on the couch on the front porch, passing a joint back and forth.
Shit.
“Yeah,” I say, my jaw tight. “Looks like my roommate is having a get together.”
“Some get together,” Chelsea mumbles, bouncing from one foot to the other. She looks nervous.
“Come on.” I flick my head toward my house. “I’ll go inside, grab my keys and we’ll get out of here.”
My car is parked out front of the house on the street. We don’t have a garage, the house is old and small but I fixed it up inside pretty good when I first moved in and automatically had Wade move in with me. We’ve been friends forever. I couldn’t ditch him. I don’t even make him pay rent.
Drew takes care of it all—he bought the place. Paid cash for it and everything. Someday, I’d like to have that sort of power, that kind of comfort.
Smoking weed with Mom, drinking too much beer and partying most of the week is not going to get me there anytime soon.
“Um, I’ll wait outside,” Chelsea says, shuffling her feet. She looks uncomfortable and I hate that.
“Are you sure?” I’m not going to push her into any sort of situation she doesn’t want to be in. Bad enough what I saw earlier with that asshole grabbing her. I won’t put myself in the same league.
She nods, lifting her head so she meets my gaze. “It’s probably be—”
“Yo, Maguire! Who’s the hottie?” Des calls from his perch on the couch.
A sigh escapes me and I try my best to send her an apologetic look before I say, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother of three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon. She is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Monica-
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