He needs the kind of rescue only she can provide...
Glass artist Savannah Smith expected a marriage proposal for Thanksgiving-just not from her strong, silent, super-hot neighbor. But when misplaced mail and a wayward can of paint lands them in a compromising position right as her family arrives for dinner, they assume he's "The One" she's been talking about.
Then his family shows up.
Fate dealt a crippling blow to paramedic Beau Montgomery's heart, and he isn't about to put it at risk again. Except, with his mother crying tears of joy over his surprise engagement to the sexy little blonde next door, he can't bring himself to ruin her "Christmas miracle."
Somewhere between the paint can to the head and the chaotic family trip to the ER, Beau manages to talk Savannah into being his fake fiancée long enough to survive the holidays.
If, of course, they don't fall in love first...
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A Love Emergency Novel
By Samanthe Beck, Heather Howland
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2016 Samanthe Beck
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Was it possible to be castrated by a playlist?
Beau Montgomery held his tongue while Alanis Morissette growled her way through "You Oughta Know." He basted turkey and tuned out Beyoncé's "Irreplaceable," but he refused to silently endure Gloria Gaynor's "I Will Survive." That, ladies and gentlemen, constituted disco, and he sure as hell would not survive. He was stressed enough about hosting his mom and dad for Thanksgiving dinner without the marathon set of breakup anthems coming from his neighbor's apartment.
A glance at the clock on the stove made him wince. The 'rents had left Magnolia Grove at noon. Assuming reasonable holiday traffic coming through Atlanta, they'd be on his doorstep anytime. The sexy little blonde across the hall needed to take the volume down several notches, or better yet, conclude her Men Suck Festival altogether.
Since it had been going on all day, he doubted either option would come to pass without a word from him. She probably assumed he wasn't home. He usually worked the holidays to give the other paramedics on the crew — the ones with wives and kids — a chance to spend time with their families. Even when he was home, he preferred to keep to himself. If his parents weren't part of today's equation, he'd just focus on the football games and ignore the music.
Beau cursed. Confronting her with a noise complaint on Thanksgiving felt like an asshole move, given they'd barely said hello to each other since she'd moved into the complex six months ago. She wasn't around a lot — thankfully — because when she spent time at home, she managed to disturb his peace just by existing.
She liked to sing in the shower, seemingly unconcerned if her low, Southern-bluesy voice carried, inviting him to picture her wet and naked. She liked to bake, and the hobby sent distracting scents of cinnamon and vanilla into his apartment like unwanted guests. She liked sex — thin walls held no secrets — though by his count the guy she had it with only brought her all the way home once in every three times at bat. Sheer laziness in his opinion, and why she settled for less than a grand slam every single time he really couldn't fathom. Maybe silk ties and snappy suits compensated for a lack of bedroom skills?
Or not. Today's music selections suggested she and One-for-Three had parted ways. She'd stormed into her apartment last night and proceeded to bang around as if she were rearranging furniture and digging through closets. The back-and-forth of footsteps in the hall indicated she'd made several trips to the garbage chute. He didn't need a degree in psychology to know there was a purge going on next door, both tangible and emotional.
Not that it was any of his business.
Her wild tumble of honey-blonde waves was none of his business either, but it always caught his eye, as did the playful bounce of her full, round breasts when she descended the stairs or the sway of her hips when she climbed them. Nature had stacked some truly awe-inspiring curves onto her slender five-foot-nothing frame.
Her smile usually made an appearance when they passed. She probably aimed for friendly, but something about the way those lips tilted upward in an inherently flirtatious greeting teased his cock, even on those occasions when she had One-for-Three on her arm.
Beau shook his head and went back to straightening up his kitchen. At a different point in his life, her distracting smile — or her equally distracting ass — might have tempted him to find out if she liked his smile, his ass, or anything in between, but that point had come and gone several years ago. He wasn't looking to get involved, no matter how strong and persistent a pull he felt toward his sexy little neighbor.
His eyes strayed to the pile of yesterday's mail he'd tossed on the counter. The mail carrier had accidentally included an item for number 202 in his box. He fanned the pile out until he spotted the embossed envelope from the Solomon Foundation for Art, which he'd never heard of. Not surprising, considering he knew fuck-all about art, but he knew a good strategy when he saw one. He'd wander over, knock on her door, and she'd have to lower the music to answer. While he delivered what probably amounted to fancy junk mail, he'd casually mention he expected his folks to arrive at any moment, and he looked forward to having a nice, quiet visit with them.
Satisfied with the plan, he folded the envelope, slid it into the back pocket of his jeans, and walked out his door.
The music gained volume as soon as he stepped into the hall, and he immediately understood why it seemed especially loud today. Her front door hung open, with a Post-it note on the outside reading, "Come in."
Not smart. They lived in a secure building, with nice, normal neighbors, but still. Why court trouble?
"Hello?" He barely heard himself over the sound of Carrie Underwood and her Louisville Slugger. After pushing the door all the way open, he tried again, louder. "Hey?"
Still nothing, although judging by the scents of cooking turkey and cooling pie filling the apartment, the chef hovered nearby. Her living room and kitchen, which were mirror images of his in terms of layout, but universes apart in terms of color and texture and ...stuff, were empty. Empty of people, at any rate. Her floors sported the same neutral wood laminate as his, but the rest of the room looked like a combination of Buckhead estate sale and third-world bazaar. Yet it worked. A slipcovered white sofa and a couple of matching armchairs provided a blank canvas for red throw pillows, a wrought iron coffee table straight off a French Quarter patio, and a blue-and-white ceramic garden stool stacked with old books. Atop the coffee table sat a huge glass bowl full of fist-sized marbles swirled with every hue imaginable. The arrangement made him think of exotic planets suspended in a crystalline galaxy.
An eclectic collection of art covered the walls. Large abstract oil paintings surrounded by black-and-white photographs, a few pastel watercolors, and even some framed architectural renderings.
The envelope in his back pocket started to feel less like junk mail.
The music blasted from a digital speaker dock on a long mirrored table against the wall opposite the sofa. He let that be for now and made his way down the hallway.
The bedroom door stood ajar, and he could hear her singing on the other side. He might have hesitated, but a woman with a welcome note stuck to her open front door on Thanksgiving Day clearly expected company.
He pushed the door open. It slammed into something and swung back at him. His shoulder took the blow, and instinct had him shoving through. Whatever was on the other side gave way under the force of his momentum. He heard a scream over the last ominous lines of "Before He Cheats" and stepped into the room in time to realize he'd banged into a ladder — one on which his neighbor perched, now struggling for balance. Time slipped into a frustrating slow motion as he reached out to grab the rungs and stabilize her. Another scream assaulted his eardrums and the ladder lurched out of his reach. His neighbor fell hard on the white tarp covering the floor. She looked up at him with wide blue eyes and opened those fantasy-worthy lips to speak just as yellow droplets showered down on him.
Then the lights went out.
* * *
Maybe next time he'll think before he cheats ...
The thunk of a nearly full can of paint meeting skull echoed in the silence between "Before He Cheats" and "Hit the Road Jack." Savannah Smith watched, stunned, as her hot neighbor's eyes glazed, and then slowly rolled up behind the descending curtains of his eyelids.
He took one swaying step backward.
Shit. She lunged forward, hands skidding through puddles of paint as she tried to catch him. One palm bounced off a hard-muscled thigh, and the other brushed the front of his jeans. No good. The man fell like an uprooted redwood.
"Oh my God!" Adrenaline helped her hurdle the capsized ladder, and she crouched beside him.
One minute she'd been painting an accent wall of her bedroom Mitchell Prescott III's least favorite color and fantasizing about slashing holes in all four tires of his pampered Audi coup. The next, she'd been strangling a scream as a looming figure swung through her door and knocked her off the ladder. An instant after she'd hurled the paint can at his head she'd recognized the intruder as her strong, silent neighbor across the hall.
Drops of yellow now spattered the planes and angles of a face she usually sneaked a second glance at when they passed. It was worth a second glance — the masculine slant of his forehead, the straight slope of his nose, and the angle of his jaw. He owned the kind of bone structure that made her wish she sculpted.
Once upon a time she might have felt a twinge of guilt at how easily his guarded eyes drew hers, or the renegade flutter the whole formidable package inspired — especially when he wore his paramedic uniform. But enjoying a harmless spark of attraction from afar ranked way down on her list of relationship transgressions. Acting on the attraction? Different story, though as she discovered last night, apparently Mitch abided by a separate set of rules.
I'm going to marry the partner's daughter. But don't worry. Nothing between us has to change.
A splattering of paint didn't camouflage number 204's good looks, or ... uh-oh ... the stream of red trickling along his temple from the gash at his hairline. Some heretofore undiscovered Florence Nightingale instinct had her pressing the hem of her black henley to the wound. Maybe she pressed too hard, because he groaned, and his hands jumped from their resting places by his hips.
"Uhhh ..." His voice rumbled up from beneath her shirt, and the wash of warm breath against her torso alerted her to the fact their position gave him an under-the-tent view of her black lace bra. The bra she'd worn last night because she'd fully expected Mitch to pop the question, and she'd wanted to make the rest of the night equally memorable. Oh, he'd had a proposal for her, sure enough — one she hoped he choked on.
Another low groan pulled her attention to the present, and the man on her bedroom floor. She yanked her shirt away from her neighbor's forehead, tugged up the slipping waistband of her black thermals, and stared into platter-sized pupils floating in amber irises.
He raised his hand to wipe paint off her cheek. "You okay?"
Thanks to the volume of the music, she read his lips more than heard his voice. "I'm fine," she shouted. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, but she didn't like how he paled from the slight movement. Nor did she like the amount of blood flowing from the cut. "I'll be right back," she mouthed, and scooted into the attached bathroom to grab a towel.
She returned to find him shirtless, propped in a sitting position, with one hand braced behind him, and the other holding his bundled-up navy blue button-down to his forehead.
The sight left her a little dizzy. Even sitting on the floor he radiated strength, from his mountain range of shoulders, to his wide chest and rippling abs bracketed by a "V" cut that made her thighs clench.
Her heart might be broken, but the rest of her, including both eyes and every single one of her hormones, remained in full working order. They appreciated how his obliques sloped and narrowed, funneling her gaze down to his —
Hey, how about you ogle him later, when he's not bleeding?
"Here." She knelt beside him, tossed his shirt aside, and pressed the white towel to his cut. When he leaned into her touch, her worry doubled. During the six months she'd lived at Camden Gardens, she'd formed the impression the man rarely leaned on anyone. Not that he wasn't friendly, but "polite" defined him better. He held doors. He yielded the right-of-way on the stairs. He greeted neighbors with a brief nod.
Visitors were rare. Occasionally another paramedic came by — a gorgeous blond guy with an indecently charming grin — but no women. Based on those facts, her downstairs neighbor, Steven, insisted number 204 played for Team Rainbow. She didn't want to dash Steve's dreams, but the flash of pure male appreciation she'd noticed more than once in her reserved neighbor's broody gaze told her exactly which team he played for — or would play for, if he bothered playing. As far as she could tell, he'd benched himself.
All of which made his out-of-the-blue appearance in her apartment more curious, but she could wait to satisfy her curiosity until he'd stopped hemorrhaging. Something he showed no signs of doing.
Poinsettia red bloomed through the white terry cloth, and the sight sent her heart on a long, fast roller-coaster plunge into her stomach. She needed to get him off the floor, find her phone, and call 911.
Her bed stood just a few steps away. Could she drag two hundred pounds of rock-solid male a couple feet? Maybe, if the male cooperated. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted. "Come on," she groaned into his ear over the strains of "Hey Bartender." Whoa, he smelled good. Like fresh-cut juniper ... she sniffed again ... grown in an oak forest, and stored in freshly soaped leather. She had to resist burying her nose against his neck and inhaling deep. "Let's get you to the bed."
Lady Antebellum drowned out his reply, but he slung the towel over his shoulder and braced his hands on the paint-slicked drop cloth. Then he flexed his long legs and helped her guide him to his feet. She barely reached his chin, which made the prospect of steering him to her bed somewhat daunting, but she backed him up a step, then another, and then, with her target in sight, she got overly ambitious and took the next step too quickly. She stumbled into him and unbalanced them both. His hands came out to catch her as they fell.
The music stopped.
They landed in a tangle of limbs on her bed, her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, her breast cupped in one big, wide palm, and another hand that most definitely didn't belong to her splayed across her ass.
"Hello, sweetie. We're early!" an all-too-familiar voice chirped from the hallway.
Savannah looked over to see her mother's smiling face appear at the bedroom door.
"Happy Thanks" — the smile faltered — "giving?"
Savannah scrambled off her neighbor, inadvertently elbowing his unyielding abdomen in the process. Her mom inched into the room, followed by her sister, Sinclair, and her father. Three sets of eyes took in the Sun Shower wreck of her bedroom, the man sprawled across her bed, and then, strangely, the front of her shirt.
A weirdly fatalistic calm settled over her as she followed their gazes. Yep, a large, starkly yellow handprint decorated her left breast, and she had a sneaking suspicion the seat of her pants bore a similar mark. The voice of one of her more strident art school professors echoed in her head. I don't care if you work with oils, charcoal, or garbage. Medium is irrelevant. You can create profound art with finger paint, as long as the result sends a message to the viewer.
This certainly sent a message. Something along the lines of, "Oops. My family just interrupted my X-rated paint job." She switched her attention to the artist in question, still stretched across her mattress in bare-chested glory, propped on one elbow as if he spent all his free time languishing in her bed. Her gaze continued down his body and she swallowed a groan. Smaller but equally vivid handprints glowed against the wash-faded denim of his jeans, on the thigh, and ... oh, nice aim, Savannah ... the fly.
Her father cleared his throat — a sure sign he was preparing to speak — but she cut him off. "This isn't what it looks like."
Sinclair's midnight-blue eyes sparkled. "I don't think there's a name for what this looks like, but I take it last night's dinner went well. If you'd responded to any of the texts I sent, we would have driven slower." Her eyes slid to the bed, and she winked. "Much slower."
Crap. Sinclair assumed the half-naked man in her bed was Mitch. That's what you get for jumping the gun yesterday afternoon and telling her you thought your six-month anniversary dinner with "M" might end with a ring.
Excerpted from Emergency Engagement by Samanthe Beck, Heather Howland. Copyright © 2016 Samanthe Beck. Excerpted by permission of Entangled Publishing, LLC.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Loved it! This book is a wonderful story of healing and a second chance at love after loss, with plenty of steamy scenes thrown in!
Great story of Savanah and Beau! You'll laugh, cry and cheer Beau & Savanah on. Samanthe Beck is great! Highly recommend reading all her books. JR
What’s not to like? Good characters, good storyline, lots of emotion and fun!
The roller coaster of emotions throughout this book drug me tight along with the characters. There is plenty of moments that leave the reader wanting to slap (or punch) a character and others that just leave the reader's heart in a gooey pile of mush. I am interested in reading the next book and hopefully hearing more from the characters in this book.
Great story line. Beau's dead wife and daughter are important to story , its what the reason is that he can't let go of the past, to have a future. Loved the characters, felt real, funny and meaningful. Will read the next one for sure!
I had a nice Saturday afternoon reading this.
## NO THANKS. When I pre-ordered this book there was no synopsis yet, so I had no idea this story included a dead wife & child. I do not care for books with dead wives. It's the pits. The constant comparing and trying to compete with a ghost. Come on. This author almost proved me wrong. The first 3/4 of the book was actually very good, ergo the extra stars. The hero and heroine had fabulous chemistry and their banter was witty and fun. Then, bam...dead wife and child. There is just no way that he would love like that again. Ugh, and the ending when he tells her how very much he loved his wife and made her look through their photo album? This is not my idea of romantic. A man who's sort of loves her. The best part of this story was the heroine. She was tremendous.
This author's first book was the wonderful book "Private Practice" This book started out good but dropped off half way in. Was a bit repetitive and went too long. I have hope for the next book because I am buying it!
I've been reading a lot of paranormal romance but this one called to me. I adore pretending stories. Nothing like thinking you can handle being kissed by a sexy guy but you end up falling for him. So I picked this one up. And I'm so glad I did. A quick read, I just didn't want to put it down. Both of these characters have been hurt emotionally. One much worse than the other but neither of them want a relationship. But when a misunderstanding has their parents believing they are engage, Beau doesn't have the heart to clear up the issue. For the first time in a long time, his parents aren't looking at him with worry in their eyes. It will only be for the holiday's. They deserve that. Little does he know that opening his very shattered heart even enough to pretend to care for Savannah, has him falling for her in a fierce way. These characters spoke to me. Pretending stories can be hit or miss with the way the pretend is set up. If it's ridiculous then I'm just shaking my head at them. But these two literally fell into this pretend. And it worked for me. Because it fits Beau's personality. And I so love Beau! He's an EMT and he has that protective, want to help vibe going. He finds ways to help. It's who he is. Savannah is an artist who apparently isn't good enough for the rich guy she's been dating, well not good enough to marry anyway. Her eccentric artistic side is fun and I enjoyed getting to know her. I loved how much and how quickly she fell for Beau. She saw the guy he was and her heart melted. I just loved that. Sexy! Dang these two are hot together. It shouldn't surprise anyone that this book is steaming hot, it's a Brazen. But as soon as these two decided they might as well enjoy the chemistry between them, they were toast. No going back for them. And I was cheering that they could figure out a way to get past the pain of the past and find a happy in the present. Good stuff. This book is good stuff and the first contemporary I've really enjoyed in quite a while. I needed it. I enjoyed it. And it brought me out of my contemporary slump. If you're looking for that really good contemporary to get lost in for a few hours, then this is the one to pick up.
Fun story, great banter between the characters
Loved it...great characters!
Sweet, hot and heartfelt! This was such a great book.I always enjoy how Samanthe Beck can have me laughing one minute and then turn around and make me tear up in the next. I really loved the chemistry and the back story between Beau and Savannah also. This story is all about taking chances and learning to love again and I cannot recommend it highly enough! Another beautiful, sweet, moving story from one of my very favorite authors. -Kim R.
Loved the characters and the story. A very enjoyable read. Do wish we could have had the wedding so that we could have enjoyed the perfect dress. Also hope that there is a story to fallow maybe for Hunter and Sinclair.
My Review: Aww, I really loved this book. The set-up is just perfect. Beau and Savannah have lived across the hall from one another for six months, but they've never done anything more than murmur hello's as they pass in the hall. But they share a wall. As a result, Beau knows a lot more about Savannah than she knows about him (he doesn't have anything in his life for her to overhear with their very thin walls). He knows that her boyfriend only hit his sex game about one every three shots. He also knows that they broke up last night and that he's sick of her depressing, too loud music. So he heads over to tell her to turn it down, and in a comedy of errors that I loved, they end up engaged. And to add to the drama...surprise...their parents are friends and the two of them were close when they were little. There's so very much to love about this book. Beau's history broke my heart and his reticence for anything close to a life made sense even when I wanted to wrap him up in a hug. Of course, when Savannah heard his story and his reasoning for the lie, she can't tell him no either. She has such an amazing heart and is just a good person. She's also an artist. I loved the little glimpses we got to see of her art and her process from the glassblowing to her search for gallery support. She's also had a run of rotten luck lately, and that made me cheer for the two of them even more. And I did really like the two of them together. Their chemistry is amazing and even though they both know it's a bad idea, they have a hard time resisting. I liked them individually and together. I also loved getting to see Beau on the job...some great, heartwarming scenes for him at work. I also LOVED Hunter and hope he's getting an upcoming book. Add in that the entire book takes place during the holidays...yep, this book was practically perfect for my taste. I highly recommend it and think I'm gonna have to buy a print copy for my keeper shelf. I received a complimentary copy of this book in return for an honest review.
4 stars Emergency Engagement was a well written & heartfelt read. I was drawn into Beau & Savannah's love story from the first page, I didn't want to put it down. Both lead characters were likable, relatable, they made me laugh, swoon, cry, frustrated and at the end I was left with a heart full of happy feels. This was a lovely afternoon's read, I highly recommend it. Looking forward to the next book in the Love Emergency series by Samanthe Beck.
I really enjoy "relationship of convenience" romances and Emergency Engagement by Samanthe Beck is a nice addition to the trope. This book draws you in immediately, and the entertaining story kept me interested from beginning to end. The two primary characters, glass artist Savannah Smith, and paramedic Beau Montgomery, have crazy chemistry, and their relationship is replete with desire, compassion, and an emotional element that will truly tug at your heartstrings. Savannah and Beau are apartment neighbors and each are preparing a Thanksgiving dinner for their respective parents. When a little mishap occurs with some paint and a ladder in Savannah's apartment, their parents meet and realize they are long lost friends. In order to put some happiness into Beau's parent's lives, he tells them he and Savannah are engaged, and the story about their faux engagement moves on from that point. Over time, Savannah and Beau get to know each other and fall in love. However, a few surprises along the may deter their happiness. I liked this sweet and sexy story, although I found the pace in the middle to be on the slow-side. Ms. Beck evolved the neighbors to lovers relationship with a unique finesse, and there was never a moment that I did not want Savannah and Beau to find their forever together. Savannah and Beau are an interesting couple and their sexy times are both sensual and hot. Complimentary copy provided by the publisher via NetGalley.
Ms. Beck is an author that I occasionally read. I requested an ARC of Emergency Engagement from NetGalley and Entangled in exchange for an honest review. After the first few pages I was not impressed. There were some funny moments but it was slow going for a while in my opinion. I am glad that I did not throw in the towel because the story found it's voice rather quickly. This story spoke to me. Losing someone you love is never easy but losing two of the most important people in your life would be a hard thing to bounce back from. So it's no surprise that Beau has turned into a cynic. So I loved it when vibrant, artistic, unorganized Savannah blew into his life. She was the shock he needed to bring him back to life and a good complement to his closed off personality. Emergency Engagement had a slow build up but finished perfectly. 3.5 Stars
***Review posted on The Eater of Books! blog*** Emergency Engagement by Samanthe Beck Book One of the Love Emergency series Publisher: Entangled: Brazen Publication Date: February 15, 2016 Rating: 3 stars Source: eARC from NetGalley ***Warning: this is an adult book, and for the eyes of mature readers*** Summary (from Goodreads): He needs the kind of rescue only she can provide… Glass artist Savannah Smith expected a marriage proposal for Thanksgiving—just not from her strong, silent, super-hot neighbor. But when misplaced mail and a wayward can of paint lands them in a compromising position right as her family arrives for dinner, they assume he’s “The One” she’s been talking about. Then his family shows up. Fate dealt a crippling blow to paramedic Beau Montgomery’s heart, and he isn’t about to put it at risk again. Except, with his mother crying tears of joy over his surprise engagement to the sexy little blonde next door, he can’t bring himself to ruin her “Christmas miracle.” Somewhere between the paint can to the head and the chaotic family trip to the ER, Beau manages to talk Savannah into being his fake fiancée long enough to survive the holidays. If, of course, they don’t fall in love first… What I Liked: I think this book lacked the Beck flair! There was something missing - a lot of things - and I kept waiting for the sparks that usually fill Beck's books. I LOVED her latest Brazen novel, Compromising Her Position, but I wasn't as taken with this new book. It was good, but not amazing, though I would recommend it to Beck and Brazen fans. Savannah was expecting a proposal from her boyfriend of six months, as something to celebrate over Thanksgiving with her family. But instead, they break up. But her sexy neighbor shows up with her mail, and then her family shows up, and everyone thinks she and Beau are engaged. Beau isn't trying to be with anyone, let alone engaged, but his parents are in tears over the "engagement". They have wanted to see him happy for so long, so he and Savannah keep up the charade, and they plan to "break up" at New Year's. But what happens when they want the charade to become reality... First, let me say that this book is hilarious. The tone of this book is so well-written, and downright hilarious. There is Southern charm woven into the book, and some great humor. Oh Beau. Beau had my heart from the start. I've never read about a male protagonist in a romance novel with his past. I'm usually one to rolls my eyes at the overused "tragic past" trope, but THIS tragic past is something I'd yet to see in a romance novel. My heart broke for him so many times in this novel! The man has shut down emotionally for three years, and his parents have worried about him. Hence why they're super happy to find out that - surprise! - he's engaged. Beau is so rigid and strict and uptight, and the hot glass artist next door seems to be what he needs. And something else that endeared Beau to me - he isn't one of the dirty-talking Brazen heroes that we're used to. He's an extremely straight-laced paramedic, noble and selfless and your modern day knight slaying dragons. I LOVED this change of pace! I want a Beau in my life. *winks* Read the rest of my review on my blog, The Eater of Books! - eaterofbooks DOT blogspot DOT com :)
Savannah and Beau lived in harmony next door to one another. Until Thanksgiving when an innocent, yet compromising position makes their families believe they are involved. The attraction between them is already explosive. So it is easily believed. Beau is more attracted to Savannah with the more he finds out. He is interested in her as a person, as well as a woman. She is all he never was looking for. Savannah wants to help him but is basically an honest person. She is afraid she will slip and fall on the lie. Can she warm the frozen heart of a man she wants more than physically? It's going to take more than a kiss. Such a sweet and funny story. I loved the characters. Even the secondary character of her sister was funny and enjoyable. Hopefully she gets her own story too. I thought this was a great start to the series. ***This ARC was given by Netgalley.com and its publishers for an honest review.
Savannah is a glass artist trying to make her way and name into the world. But at the beginning of the holiday season nothing goes her way. The engagement announcement that she thought she would be making didn't go according to her plans. Instead there was another one out of a misunderstanding between their families. Now she stuck for the holidays being a fiancé. Beau is the next door neighbor who has been fantasizing about her. One mistaken delivery and a paint can to the head later he finds himself fake engaged to her. Will he be able to pull this off without both of their families finding out that it's fake? Be there might be a slight problem with Beau and Savannah's plans that they never saw coming. And will this little hiccup be their downfall or a solution for them both? I really enjoyed this book. I could hardly put it down. Beau and Savannah make a perfect couple. The flow of the story was great. And the sex scene was very hot. I can't wait to read the next book in this series. I highly recommend this book to others. I received this book for an honest review via NetGalley.
As a fan of Samanthe's previous books, I was really looking forward to this new series. Who doesn't have a "thing" for hot emergency responders? This one sounded like it would be sexy and fun and it was that and more. I even got punched in the feels a couple times. You know how much I love my romance tropes. This one takes the fake relationship and mashes it up against friends to lovers and the result is a whole lot of awesome. Beau and Savannah are neighbors. They've seen each other around, but never really talked. If they had, they would've realized they were childhood friends. If they had, we never would've had the amazingly awkward scene where their parents walk into her apartment and find them in what appears to be a compromising position. That would've been sad because it was one of my favorite scenes in the book. There's a whole lot of assuming and, next thing you know, their parents believe they're engaged and the book is off and running. I really liked both Beau and Savannah. My heart ached for the things Beau had been through in the past. I understood both why he was closed off and why his parents were concerned about him. Savannah just ended a relationship with a real slime ball. (Of course, she thought they were on their way to getting engaged, and had told her parents, hence the whole misunderstanding when they found her with Beau.) It was perfect timing for them to be reunited, even if the situation that brought them together was unconventional (and clumsy). They both benefitted from the fake engagement, but before they knew it, meddling mothers had run away with it and it became a much bigger issue than they'd intended. Of course, their feelings toward the other was starting to show and their chemistry wasn't to be denied, so it got messy fast. Emergency Engagement was a fantastic start to a new series I'm ridiculously excited about. It was just as hot as I expected from Samanthe, but had a pretty decent dose of swoon along with it. There were also two scenes in particular that packed an emotional wallop that I really wasn't expecting. (Yes, there were tears.) They were pretty short lived though and, in the end, there were nothing but smiles. I can't wait for the next book in this series. (I hope it's about Beau's partner, Hunter.) I received a copy of this book from the publisher, via NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.