They call me an outcast like it's a bad thing.
An asshole byproduct of a shitty upbringing. I don't care about anything except myself and my little sister.
I will always protect what’s mine.
With one year left on my hockey contract I'm keeping my head down and my eyes on the goal.
A collision, with her, changes my entire existence.
Never fall in love with a sports star. That's what my stepfather always said. He told me athletes are complicated and moody—that the higher their paycheck, the lower their morals.
As public relations for the New York Stingers I know exactly what he means, but I can’t seem to say no to a friendship with one beautiful, damaged man.
What started out as hate turned into something else.
We tried to stay away, to keep our distance, but the pull was too strong.
Something forbidden turned into something so irresistible.
OMG Something So Irresistible was AMAZING! It was Something So Right and Something So Perfect combined and multiplied by a million. I devoured this book. I had been waiting on it ever since we got that mean sneaky teaser of what was about to come when we finished Something So Perfect. I absolutely fell in love with Max and from the Prologue, I knew I was in for an emotional, angst filled ride and it was but it was so much more than that. What it was to put it is simply was irresistible.
It is well known that I am a huge hockey fan and it is also well known that when I first read Something So Right by Ms. Madison that I knew she was going to be one that will be an automatic read for this book whore and she was. She not only knows hockey, she writes it well and knows that real hockey fan will know what certain references or who a hockey player is just by their name because they were one of the greatest players to ever play the game. To some those things may not matter but real fans of the sport appreciate that she stays true to the game and what hockey means to us.
Max and Allison have a love/hate relationship at the beginning and for very good reasoning. Here is the thing people make mistakes and what Max did could have been life damaging but there is more to the story than what we know. Max is so much more than I ever thought he would be. I loved him, I loved his heart, I loved how he protects those he loves and I loved how he knew he had made mistakes but I hated how he thought people wouldn’t ever get to know the real him. Allison was exactly who Max needed in his life. Allison is sassy, she is tough and she doesn’t like Max at all but that attraction is there, that is undeniable and irresistible and that builds. Slowly they begin to not only go from hate to like but to so much more. These two balanced each other out beautifully and reading their story made me wish I was in the book watching it play out all before my eyes. Now normally I was try to lay claim to one of Ms. Madison’s characters by licking them and stating they are mine but this time Max is truly 100% Allison’s and for that reason I shall not lay claim to one of the sexiest, heart breaking at times, panty melting, intense hockey players I have ever read.
I already want more from this series and I know waiting is going to be agonizing for this book whore. Natasha Madison once again has shown to this book whore why I fell in love with her writing when I read her very first book. If you haven’t read Something So Right or Something So Perfect grab them, devour them and then come read Something So Irresistible and fall in love with Max I promise you will be unable to resist him. 5 stars is not enough to rate this book if I could rate it 20 stars it would still not be enough.
“I love you,” he whispers, then his lips land on mine, gently and full of love.
My hands go to his waist as I close my eyes and take in the safety of my husband.
“I love you with everything that I am,” he murmurs against my lips. I smile and look into his crystal blue eyes.
“I love you more,” I say. He lets go of my face and we shake the judge’s hand. He grabs my hand and we walk out of his chambers while my chiffon train trails us.
Max proposed to me three hours ago. He got down on one knee and vowed to love me and only me till his last dying breath while I stood there in the middle of the shark reef in the Mandalay Bay. It took me two seconds before I nodded and got down on my knees with him, buried my face into his chest, and cried from happiness. I was completely and utterly in love with him. And not one person in my family knew. Well, none of the men knew. But this isn’t about them. This is about me, about Max, about how he took my heart into his hand and treated it like delicate crystal, making sure he bubble wrapped it to keep it safe.
Now here I am, watching my husband dressed in a black tux hold my hand and me in my two-piece lace dress. It is beaded from my collar all the way down. It ties around my neck but leaves my back bare. My arms are also bare. A gold belt ties the second part of the dress, floor-length split chiffon. My legs slip out while I walk, showing off my something blue, which is my Carrie Bradshaw Blue Manolo Blahnik.
As soon as the door to the chapel opens, my chiffon dress blows up almost like Marilyn Monroe’s, the hustle and bustle of Las Vegas almost non-existent since we are off the Strip. Someone in the distance must have snapped a picture because his flash went off.
“I think someone just took a picture of us,” I tell him while we make our way to the car that is waiting for us.
“Angel, it’s Vegas, everyone is taking pictures.” He waits for me to get in before climbing in after me. “So, my wife, where do you want to go?” Max turns to me and smiles while his thumb rubs the hand he’s holding.
“Back to our room.” I look at our hands. “I want to go back with you and lock the door and just be with my husband.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He pulls me to him, his arm going around my shoulder, and I fit perfectly in the crook of his arm.
We watch the city lights come into focus again once we get on the Strip. Walking through the lobby, I hold on to my husband’s hand, watching his ring glisten in the light. Max unlocks the door for us. Walking in, I head for the living room that is now turned into what looks like a small reception. Gone are the couches, and in their place is a cast iron square with blush pink roses wrapped all around it. Tea lights make it across. All the furniture is gone. The only thing in this room are blush roses, which are my favorites.
“This place looks like a fairy tale.”
Max walks to me, holding a bouquet in his hands. “For you.” He hands it to me as our song “Dive” comes on.
“Dance with me?” I ask him as I walk to him.
“Every single day of my life.” He wraps an arm around my waist. I hold the bouquet around his shoulders and we hold our free hands to his chest.
He takes his phone out and raises his hand, snapping a picture of us. I’m looking at the camera while he looks at me. “Stunning,” he says quietly as his cell phone rings. “Angel, don’t freak out.” His voice is curt, tight.
I don’t have to time to say anything because my phone buzzes with a text from Matthew.
Allison, when you get this you better call me.
“Oh my God.” I look at him. “What did we just do?” He looks at me shocked, steps back, and away from me.
“Max.” I reach out to him while he dodges me.
I don’t know if he’s asking or telling. My heart hurts as his eyes go dark. He darts out of the room and the front door slams after him. As I stand here in my wedding dress, a tear rolls down my face, and I look down and see my glistening wedding band.
When her nose isn't buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she's in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It's a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn't listen to her...