The Walsh Series by Kate Canterbary
A brilliant, alpha architect. A smart, sultry apprentice. What could possibly go wrong?
This is the second book in The Walsh Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel with characters from the first book making appearances.
Some lines are meant to be crossed.
Patrick
That hair.
That fucking hair.
It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull.
And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice.
Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston's crumbling buildings.
Andy
My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, sweaty yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.
Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.
*This is the second book in The Walshes Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel.
This is the second book in The Walsh Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel with characters from the first book making appearances.
Some lines are meant to be crossed.
Patrick
That hair.
That fucking hair.
It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull.
And that would be fine if she wasn't my apprentice.
Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston's crumbling buildings.
Andy
My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, sweaty yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn't part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.
Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.
*This is the second book in The Walshes Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel.
Sexy and powerful,
This review is from: The Space Between (The Walsh Series Book 2) (Kindle Edition)
*I received this book to read for an honest review*
I love this family! They banter constantly, and it's hilarious. "We're in full first and middle name mode today," They are hilarious. For a messed up family, they always stick together. I can tell how extensive the author had to research this series. There is some amazing details on the business the family runs and it makes for a great book! With Patrick and Andi, you have two strong personalities and they clash but in a perfect way. This is a sexy romantic story that just drags you in. I could not put this down.
I love this family! They banter constantly, and it's hilarious. "We're in full first and middle name mode today," They are hilarious. For a messed up family, they always stick together. I can tell how extensive the author had to research this series. There is some amazing details on the business the family runs and it makes for a great book! With Patrick and Andi, you have two strong personalities and they clash but in a perfect way. This is a sexy romantic story that just drags you in. I could not put this down.
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They liked to call me names. Manwhore. Slut. Player. But I make wrong look so right…
This is the third book in The Walsh Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel with characters from the first two books making appearances.
He's a flawed perfectionist…
I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off.
But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I've ever heard.
I can't read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she's the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can't let her go.
She's wildly independent…
My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston's underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect.
I'm defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice.
I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I'm happy pretending history won't catch up with me.
The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules.
They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.
It's the wrongs that make the rights come to life.
This is the third book in The Walsh Series, though it reads as a stand-alone novel with characters from the first two books making appearances.
He's a flawed perfectionist…
I can read women better than any blueprint. I understand their thoughts and feelings, their secret desires and insecurities, and I know how to get rid of them once I get off.
But all bets are off when Tiel Desai slams into my life. She redefines what it means to be friends, and she makes it sound like the filthiest thing I've ever heard.
I can't read the gorgeous conservatory-trained violinist, but she's the only one keeping me from shattering by small degrees, and I can't let her go.
She's wildly independent…
My past—and New Jersey—are far behind me, and now my life is blissfully full of music: playing, teaching, and lecturing, and scouring Boston's underground scene with an annoyingly beautiful, troubled, tattooed architect.
I'm defenseless against his rooftop kisses, our nearly naked dance parties, the snuggletimes that turn into sexytimes, and his deep, demanding voice.
I have Sam Walsh stuck in my head like a song on repeat, and I'm happy pretending history won't catch up with me.
The one thing they have in common is a rock-solid disregard for the rules.
They find more in each other than they ever realized they were missing, but they might have to fall apart before they can come together.
It's the wrongs that make the rights come to life.
must read,
This review is from: Necessary Restorations (The Walsh Series Book 3) (Kindle Edition)
*I received this book to read for an honest review*
Wow! Um, just so you know, this is my fave so far in the series!
"wanted to eat him with a spoon while he gave me a couple more smoldery, scowly glares." Yep, I want to eat him too.
"Asking me for silence was like putting a giant cookie on the countertop, telling me not to eat it, and then leaving me alone with it."
This is two beautifully damaged people who can still be damaged together and make it work.
Wow! Um, just so you know, this is my fave so far in the series!
"wanted to eat him with a spoon while he gave me a couple more smoldery, scowly glares." Yep, I want to eat him too.
"Asking me for silence was like putting a giant cookie on the countertop, telling me not to eat it, and then leaving me alone with it."
This is two beautifully damaged people who can still be damaged together and make it work.
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The Cornerstone
A tough-as-nails businesswoman. An arrogant Navy SEAL. A power struggle with no end in sight.
Some people hook-up at weddings. Others break a hotel room bed (and a table, and a desk, and some complimentary bathrobe belts) and discover they've been surviving on bargain basement orgasms their entire lives.
The last one? Yeah. That's all me.
She's driven and demanding…
I wasn't always a bitch. There's a dirty little trick to succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way up from nothing, and I don't bend for anyone.
Until Will Halsted ties me to a headboard and makes me his…for now.
One wild, filthy night turns into another, and then...we can't stop. Each time we're together is more addictive than the last, but it's nothing more than a sexy escape from reality.
Or is it?
He's never walked away from a challenge…
I wasn't always a warrior but now it's in my bones and blood. That's what years spent in the Special Forces does to a man. My entire life is classified: where I've been, what I've seen, what I've done, and there's no mission too dangerous.
Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like trying to swim against a riptide. She's going to tear me up and toss me to the shore, and I'll love every minute of it.
Every time I'm down range, I want her counting the hours until I'm back. Waiting for me. She's done it before; she'll do it again.
Or will she?
They're wrong for each other in every possible way…
Or are they?
Some people hook-up at weddings. Others break a hotel room bed (and a table, and a desk, and some complimentary bathrobe belts) and discover they've been surviving on bargain basement orgasms their entire lives.
The last one? Yeah. That's all me.
She's driven and demanding…
I wasn't always a bitch. There's a dirty little trick to succeeding in business: the sweet and innocent rarely survive. I fought my way up from nothing, and I don't bend for anyone.
Until Will Halsted ties me to a headboard and makes me his…for now.
One wild, filthy night turns into another, and then...we can't stop. Each time we're together is more addictive than the last, but it's nothing more than a sexy escape from reality.
Or is it?
He's never walked away from a challenge…
I wasn't always a warrior but now it's in my bones and blood. That's what years spent in the Special Forces does to a man. My entire life is classified: where I've been, what I've seen, what I've done, and there's no mission too dangerous.
Until I realize that falling for Shannon Walsh is like trying to swim against a riptide. She's going to tear me up and toss me to the shore, and I'll love every minute of it.
Every time I'm down range, I want her counting the hours until I'm back. Waiting for me. She's done it before; she'll do it again.
Or will she?
They're wrong for each other in every possible way…
Or are they?
fantastic,
This review is from: The Cornerstone (The Walsh Series Book 4) (Kindle Edition)
*I received this book to read for an honest review*
I love how strong and bossy Shannon is and then she finds the perfect guy to keep her calm/quiet.
"negotiated multi-million dollar real estate deals, juggled at least six major crises before lunch every day, and tamed lions for fun." This was a very sexy story. She acts like a man but wants to feel like a woman. It's one of the best stories I've read. She's a witch and tries to control everything right down to her family. But we get to see her step back and enjoy life. Oh, I hope the other brothers get stories because this is just an amazing family!
I love how strong and bossy Shannon is and then she finds the perfect guy to keep her calm/quiet.
"negotiated multi-million dollar real estate deals, juggled at least six major crises before lunch every day, and tamed lions for fun." This was a very sexy story. She acts like a man but wants to feel like a woman. It's one of the best stories I've read. She's a witch and tries to control everything right down to her family. But we get to see her step back and enjoy life. Oh, I hope the other brothers get stories because this is just an amazing family!
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