
As a huge fan of Natasha Madison’s books, it was painful
when I didn’t like the last book of hers that I had read. I decided to give Mixed Up Love a chance and I am so glad
that I did because this is the Natasha Madison I instantly became a fan of when
I read her first book. Mixed Up Love
was funny, it was light, it was sexy and it was what renewed my love for this
author. I laughed, I swooned I sighed, and I read this one in one sitting.
One really should not impersonate another person, especially
on a blind date, it usually doesn’t end very well, or can it? Hunter, oh sweet
Hunter you my friend may be a know it all at security and what can happen to
someone but you can be so stupid at the same time. Now don’t think I didn’t
like Hunter, I loved him, but well let me just say I wanted to hit him with a
blunt object when he let’s that stupid side out. Laney was sassy, she was funny
and she reminded me of some of my closest friends, then again what her and her
best friend did is so something me and my best friend would do, who funny
enough her name is Sandy just like Laney’s best friend.
I really enjoyed this one a lot. This is the recipe that I
have come to know and love from Ms. Madison, characters you can’t help but
love, laugh out loud moments, off the wall shenanigans, and just that happily
ever after I crave. Mixed Up Love is
one that I can easily say needs to be on your TBR list, I think you will enjoy
it like I did.
I pull up to the front door, and the valet meets me at my door once I stop. “Good evening, sir,” he says once I open my door. “Yeah, I won’t be here long,” I tell him as I get out, not bothering to take off my sunglasses when I hand him the keys. “No worries, sir. It will be here when you are ready,” he says, handing me the ticket for later. I put it in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. I walk inside to the hostess table, where a woman who looks like she is eighteen stands smiling. “How may I help you?” she asks sweetly. I stop and look around to see if I might recognize the woman I’m here to meet, even though I’ve never met her. I spot a couple of women at the bar, but I instinctively know they aren’t her. I also check for exits. It’s not my fault; it’s just instilled in me. Looking to the left, I don’t see anyone sitting alone, but then I look to the right, and I see her. I don’t know why I know it’s her, but I just do. With curly long blond hair, she downs a martini, then picks up another one and brings it to her mouth. I spot a waiter walking with two more martinis on his tray, and I’m not surprised when I see him approaching her table. “Great,” I say under my breath. “I found her,” I tell the hostess and start walking toward the table. She spots me and watches my every move. Luckily, the glasses I’m wearing stop her from seeing my eyes. The closer I get to her, the more my pulse speeds up. What the fuck? This is weird. I look around maybe to see if something else is piquing my interest or maybe I spotted something to elevate my pulse, but no, it’s her. The fact that a gorgeous woman is sitting by herself and drinking like a fish is enough to get any man’s adrenaline pumping. Isn’t it? “Are you Laney?” I ask, taking off my glasses, and my gray eyes finally meet her blue ones. She opens her mouth, expecting, I think, something to come out, but nothing does. I continue looking around to see if anyone is watching her, and it’s no surprise that I spot two guys at the bar sizing her up. “Here are two more.” The waiter smiles at her, putting two more glasses down on the table and taking the two now empty ones away. She laughs nervously, and I want to reach out and trip him when he walks away. “It isn’t what it looks like.” Her soft voice breaks me out of my plan, and I turn back to her as she smiles at me, causing my heartbeat to skyrocket. The collar of my shirt suddenly feels tight, but it’s not even buttoned. “Really? I find it hard to believe,” I finally say. Looking around again, I spot the same two guys in suits sitting at the bar watching her. This time, one of them spots me and looks back down at his drink. “It looks like you’re sitting here waiting for something bad to happen.” I pull out the chair and sit in front of her. “Um.” She still doesn’t say anything.

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