She thinks he’s stuffy. He thinks she’s spoilt.
Then the gloves come off and so do their clothes!
For six years Violet Sutcliffe has known that Martin St Clair is the wrong man for her best friend. He’s stuffy, old before his time, conservative. He drives Violet nuts – and the feeling is entirely mutual. Then, out of nowhere, her friend walks out just weeks before her wedding to Martin, flying to Australia on a mission of self-discovery. Back in London, Violet finds herself feeling sorry for suddenly-single Martin. At least, she tells herself it’s pity she feels. Then he comes calling one dark, stormy night and they discover that beneath their mutual dislike there lies a fiery sexual chemistry.
It’s crazy and all-consuming – and utterly wrong. Because not only are they chalk and cheese, oil and water, but Martin once belonged to her best friend. A friend Violet is terrified of losing. What future can there be for a relationship with so many strikes against it?
This book is a spin off from Sarah Mayberry’s Blaze novel, Hot Island Nights. Both stories can be read in isolation and still make perfect sense.
It’s a well written basic romance novel. It was the banter and from antagonists to lovers trope that I liked.
I had some issues with the progression of the story and the pacing, but that might just be because the timeline of this story had to be retrofitted with the other story, Hot Island Nights, which I don’t remember reading.