Catching Liam by Sophia Bleu
Publication date: Summer 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Publication date: Summer 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Synopsis:
Twenty-one year-old Jillian Nichols only has one rule when it comes to boys: catch and release. Boy-catching isn't just a game for Jillian and her friends, it's a lifestyle. After all, boys might be good for a dance or a drink and certainly a little under-cover action of the scandalous variety, but expect much else and you're bound for heart ache.
So when her best friends and fellow boy catchers start dropping like flies junior year, Jillian is determined to keep boys in her bedroom and out of her heart. Until she meets Liam McAvoy, the kind of guy that sticks around to make waffles and who can't—or perhaps won't—take a hint.
Study abroad student Liam doesn't want to be another notch on Jillian's bedpost. Actually he has much more interesting ideas for Jillian and her bedposts, but his student visa's set expiration date means he can't promise her forever. That doesn't mean he's going to walk away from the challenge of discovering why Jillian is hell-bent at keeping people at a distance.
Before long, neither is sure who is catching who—or if they're playing for keeps. Jillian knows one thing though: falling in love will not only break the only rule of boy-catching, it could also break her heart.
So when her best friends and fellow boy catchers start dropping like flies junior year, Jillian is determined to keep boys in her bedroom and out of her heart. Until she meets Liam McAvoy, the kind of guy that sticks around to make waffles and who can't—or perhaps won't—take a hint.
Study abroad student Liam doesn't want to be another notch on Jillian's bedpost. Actually he has much more interesting ideas for Jillian and her bedposts, but his student visa's set expiration date means he can't promise her forever. That doesn't mean he's going to walk away from the challenge of discovering why Jillian is hell-bent at keeping people at a distance.
Before long, neither is sure who is catching who—or if they're playing for keeps. Jillian knows one thing though: falling in love will not only break the only rule of boy-catching, it could also break her heart.
"I could run from Liam, but my own body was my worst enemy and it turned me on."
Jillian Nichols may be stubborn, uncontrollable and only interested in one nighters, but it looks like Scottish dreamboat Liam McAvory is just what the doctor ordered. If anyone can tame her and make her see that she has something to live for it's Liam. And with the help of her two best friends, she finally faces her fears and that by pushing Liam away is the one thing she doesn't want.
I liked how this book focused on relationships in this book, even when Jillian is being a bit on the.. uh bitchy side. It's a bit refreshing to not focus on a tragic past. LIAM= Swoon!! You can't not love his character! There was a good amount of angst too!
Overall it was a feisty and heartwarming story, and what girl can resist a man with an accent!?! I'd totally recommend this read!
"I left the bar because that was totally unfair," I said. "That guy was about three drinks shy of becoming a date rapist, but they kicked you out."
"See?" he said, his lips curving up. "You defended my honor."
"And you defended mine. That makes us even."
"I would rather be in your debt," Liam admitted.
I started to protest when the tell-tale first drop of a Pacific Northwest storm splatted on my forehead. This was why I always had a plan for getting home from the bar. It was way too inconvenient to carry a slicker and wellies with me everywhere, and now I was trapped in the start of an epic thunderstorm.
Liam quickened his pace, waving for me to run with him. I bounded a few steps before my ankle twisted under me.
"Shit!" I yelped as I got my balance back.
"You okay?" he asked, wrapping an arm around me like he was going to help me stagger home.
"I'm fine, but there's no way I can run in these."
The rain picked up in intensity, pelting us with fat, cold drops. A splinter of lightening cut across the sky. It was going to be one of those rare storms that was more intense than long-lasting. I shook the rain off my face and wiped it from my eyelashes, opening my eyes to see Liam squatting in front of me.
"What are you doing?" I called over a blast of thunder.
"Jump on," he said.
"You can't be serious."
"I generally don't joke around when I'm in the middle of drowning. Let me carry you."
I took a deep breath and hoisted myself onto his back. His hands found my knees and locked onto them. I couldn't resist the urge to bury my face into the back of his neck. I told myself it was to avoid being assaulted by more water, but that didn't explain why I enjoyed his soap-clean scent and the hint of cologne I found there.
"Now I'm in your debt," I told him as he began jogging toward my apartment complex.
"I'll think of a way for you to pay me back."
"So is that really why you wear kilts?" I asked him. My mind was already concocting a variety of ways to repay him for what seemed like a feat of god-like proportions.
"Pants are a modern oppression on men," he said. "I would wear a kilt every day."
I'd seen Liam's calves before and couldn't help but think if anyone could rock a kilt, he could.
He managed to get us into the complex's stairwell within five minutes, and despite running the whole way with me on his back, he wasn't even winded. His stamina was certainly impressive. I wondered briefly if I should test it further. Once we were out of the rain, I shimmied off his back and glanced at my locked apartment door.
"It's late," I said, feeling awkward suddenly. I was used to bringing guys home, but not many had carried me there.
"I should get going while I'm still wet," he said as he twisted his t-shirt, wringing out some of the rain.
"No way. I'm in your debt, remember?" I said. "This storm won't last long, and I have a dryer."
My hands shook a little as I unlocked my door and flipped on the light switch. I made a beeline for the cabinet and grabbed for my pill bottle. I had it down before he'd managed to tug his soaked shoes off.
"What's that?" he called.
I stuffed the bottle back behind the plates and grabbed my Chiclets box, popping a few in my mouth. "The greatest gum on Earth."
"And you’re not going to offer me any?”
"My bad." I offered him the box and watched as he poured a few into his hands.
"Amazing," he said as he chewed.
"I know."
"No, it's amazing that it's just like chewing little rubber balls."
I smacked him on the shoulder. "I want my Chiclets back."
Before I could even consider what I'd said, his mouth was on mine. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to glide across my tongue. Our skin was slick with rain, and I could make out the contours of his muscles as I slid my fingers over his clinging t-shirt. His hands seized my ass, pulling me up and around him as he pressed me against the door to my apartment. Every movement, every slight change in his body mirrored mine in natural, graceful precision. His lips traced secrets down my neck coming to rest at the top of my breasts.
"We should get out of these wet clothes," I breathed into his ear.
A Kilt Checker tote bag filled with Catching Liam swag and a $25 amazon gift card.
Sophia Bleu is a secret identity where I can write about fantasies and falling in love and all the smexiness in between. In real life, I'm likely catching a plane, chasing kids, or making out with the love of my life—all 6 ft 3 inches of hotness that he is. Life is pretty good.
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Thanks for being on the tour, Ashley! :)
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