Make Me is the third book in the Blue Collar Romance books. This one had me blushing. It was steamier, hotter, sexier, and everything else more than the first two in this series. I am not usually a huge fan of the extra sexy books and had thoughts of stopping and reading but I really really liked how Cooper was with Laci’s daughter. His sweetness, softness, and understanding when dealing with a two-year-old won me over. He was not her father, but he treated her like she is a princess. I love how he showered her in love but also taught her to be a good girl.
The relationship between Laci and Cooper was not a surprise. In a shorter book, there can not be too much build-up and Make Me moves right along. They see each other, sparks fly, they play a little cat and mouse, coming together and finding the HEA. I loved seeing how they worked through their past, figured out what they wanted their futures to be, and worked together to make it all happen while keeping Laci’s daughter's happiness in their plans.
The Blue Collar Romance series is a series of books written by different authors all with a common theme. I love this fun series. The books are not long, the setting is a small town, and the romance is sweet, sexy, and steamy.
Copyright 2021 Evelyn SolaJust as I approach the corner, I’m hit on the shoulder by another body. I’m pushed to the wall, and the mountain of books in my hands crashes to the floor. The red folder holding my English term paper lands on top of the heap. “Watch where you’re going!” the person who bumped says. She doesn’t have the decency to stop, but by the sound of her giggles, I know who it is. And there’s no way the school’s most popular senior would give me the time of day. I sigh and drop to the floor to pick up my things. My heart starts to beat erratically because if there’s one thing I know—wherever Candace is, he’s never too far behind. I’m proven right. A pair of black boots enters my line of vision. Cooper Stevens. Those are his boots. He was wearing them the very first time I saw him, and I remember wanting to be swallowed up by the ground. The only thing that saved me from total embarrassment was the fact that I know someone like him would never notice someone like me. I hold my breath while he approaches and quickly turn to my books. Please leave. Please leave. Please leave. I busy myself arranging my books. I won’t stand up until he walks past me. Only he doesn’t. He drops down to my level and grabs my red folder. Instead of handing it to me, he opens it and starts to look through the pages. I finally find the courage to look at him, and our eyes lock. For the first time ever, I notice the hazel flecks around his brown eyes. I look away and drop my head, and because this is the day from hell, my glasses slide off my face and land on the floor. We reach for them at the same time, and his large hand ends up covering mine. I let out a small sound, and I say a silent prayer that he didn’t hear it. I note the contrast of our skin tones, his white hand covering my brown one before I pull mine away. He lifts my glasses and brings them to my face. I’m as still as a statue while I look down at the linoleum floor. He moves closer and slides the glasses back onto my face. I take a deep breath and bask in the smell of his leather jacket mixed with his fruity shampoo. When he gets the glasses on my face, he moves his hands behind my ears to make sure they are secure. “You okay?” he asks. He lifts my chin and forces me to look at him. Like a deer in headlights, all I can do is stare. “Be careful next time, Laces,” he whispers. I lick my dry lips. “Um, my name is—” The words get locked in my throat. I grab my books and finally stand up. He stands right along with me. When we’re both upright, he takes a step closer. “Your name is what?” he asks. He hands me my folder, and when I take it from him, his fingers touch mine. “Um, my name is—” I clear my throat and try again. The entire time he stares at me with an expression I can’t interpret. “My name isn’t, um—” I never get a chance to finish my sentence. “Cooper!” Candace yells in the hallway. She runs over to us and grabs the sleeve of his leather jacket. “Come on! What are you still doing here with her?” She points at me without bothering to look in my direction. “Let’s go. You did your good deed of the day. Maybe you should tell her to run a flat iron through that hair.” The entire time he was being dragged away, his head was turned in my direction, until they turned the corner and he disappeared
About Evelyn SolaA Boston native, wife, mother, and wine enthusiast. If she’s not writing, thinking about writing, you will find Evelyn with a book in her hands. While a new publisher, she’s been writing for years, and she will continue to write for many years to come. Evelyn is obsessed with assertive and confident men who will stop at nothing to get their woman. Her stories are filled with love, passion and humor. She currently lives in Chicago, IL with her husband and two daughters. Follow: Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Reader Group | Goodreads | BookBub | Newsletter | Amazon
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