Wednesday, November 7, 2018

#Tour #Reviews WANT (Ryder Brothers #2) by Kayti McGee @CandiKanePR

WANT (Ryder Brothers #2) by Kayti McGee

Release Date: October 31st

Cover Design: Laurelin Paige

Photographer: Rob Lang


FREE in Kindle Unlimited!!


Welcome to Hollywood, where wet dreams come true.

I fell for Marlee the second I met her- gorgeous smile, unimpressed by my stardom… bendy.

Not even remotely interested in me.

Of course the girl of my dreams has to be engaged to her hometown high-school sweetheart. Nothing’s ever easy, right?

Until they break up.

And she moves in with me.

The only person who can help her practice for her next role is me.

Because Marlee isn’t just new to Hollywood.

She’s a virgin.

These brothers are the stuff dreams are made of...

Want is all about Jake and his bendy new friend. Yes, I said bendy. Think contract...yes, a naughty contract. 
Teacher/student role play...
And a V-card.

The former boy band hunk makes friends with the dancer from his video. Falls for her awesomeness and fresh outlook on life. Too bad she has other plans.

Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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I haven't read the previous books but don't feel that it negatively impacted on understanding this story. 

The premise of the story intrigued me I liked the fact that it was the guy Jake who had feelings for the girl Marlee who is completely clueless about how he feels. I loved Jake he was such a sweetheart do tender and caring. I really really tried to like Marlee and there were moments I did but they were fleeting moments I just couldn't get over what she was prepared to do. 

The story is well written unfortunately I couldn't connect with one of the main characters it happens sometimes. 

reviewed by Sweet Spot Sisterhood

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His hand moves to the side of my cheek and his fingers stroke my jaw for a moment before drawing my face towards his. My breath catches when his lips play against mine. Then I feel the force of his mouth and the finesse of his lips as he parts mine and his tongue enters my mouth.

It feels like my first kiss, as he presses his hand against the back of my head, and runs his tongue along mine. Maybe this is my first kiss in some way because I feel something on the other end of his kiss that I haven’t known before: desire. His mouth is hot and hard and pliable at once and I feel that liquid sensation as my body molds into him, my nipples erect and chafing against my shirt. No one has kissed me like this before.

I guess he does want this after all. 

He lies on top of me and I spread my legs to make room for him, to take on his weight and it feels so natural. His weight presses me onto the bed and I feel his firm muscles contracting against me, his erect cock pressing into my belly. I feel drunk on him again and can’t believe this is finally happening. I imagined kissing him, imagined our bodies together. There’s so much heat from our bodies that I want my clothes off. I break my mouth away from his, gasping. I’m all ready to untangle my robe and go back to the whole nude thing I was going to do before, but he stills.

“If we’re going to do this right, we need to do everything, one lesson at a time.” 

“Like a dance class,” I say. “One skill at a time.” I like that idea. I’m good at learning choreography. I have excellent muscle memory. He runs a finger on my lips and I part them for him. 

“You’re a good student,” he says. His voice is deeper than usual but also tinged with more than just that desire. It’s like—I don’t know, seduction or something. “I want to take my time with you.” 

I feel safe and comfortable and horny all at once. That’s a much more reasonable combination of emotions, like the ones I read about. In my romance novels. Oh, shit. I realize-those books are about love, and this particular bit of feels always comes before someone falls in it. 

Have I made a horrible mistake?

About Kayti 

Livin’ deliciously in beautiful Kansas City Missouri, where everyone else loves the Royals as much as I do. I like wine and murder shows and mountains and art.

I’m represented by Rebecca Friedman at Friedman Literary because I am a lucky, lucky girl. Call her if you want me to do Iron Chef, otherwise just hit me up on FB at, on Insta @KaytiMcGeeWrites, and stay sexy.

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