Given his well-earned bad boy reputation, Eric is having a tough time scoring..
When single Jean moves to town, she seems heaven sent by the sex gods. Only problem is, she not only wants nothing to do with him, but it turns out that she’s pregnant.
Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all round hottie, Eric Collins, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labour during a snow storm and her car slides on some ice, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue.
There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?
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I’d been tricked. Betrayed.
After Andre and Jean ate their lunch, we headed outside to deal with her stuff. The cold wind suited my mood to perfection.
Talk about disappointed.
“Don’t lift that, it looks heavy,” I snapped.
Jean blinked. “It’s a pillow.”
“The world’s largest pillow ever. You can’t be too careful.” My gaze roamed over her swollen middle. “You’re . . .”
“Pregnant?” she asked with a voice dripping poison and sugar.
“Are you having trouble with the concept?”
“Absolutely not. I was just going to say huge, that’s all.”
She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.”
“I just . . .”
“Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat.
Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents.
The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.”
“Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest.
And then there was an awkward silence.
“Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt.
She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem.
“Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff.
Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.”
She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked.
Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Why do you care?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.”
“How old are you?”
She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.”
Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway.
“Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.”
Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner.
“Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek.
“You’ll meet Alex later. She’s probably busy working or something now. She’s sort of a shut-in.”
“You two didn’t have to do that,” said Jean. “Thank you.”
Andre leaned against the SUV. “Your furniture got delivered yesterday too, so it’s all good to go.”
“Excellent,” said Jean. “I can’t wait to sleep in a decent bed again. Road trips when you’re seven months’ pregnant kind of suck.”
“Who’s minding the kitchen?” I asked.
“Lydia will text Boyd if they need something,” said Nell.
“We’re only going to be a few feet away from the place.”
“I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.”
One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened.
I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.”
“My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.”
And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.
With every Kylie Scott book I read I love her writing and strong characters more and more. I started off with the Stage Dive series and while I really liked it I didn’t seem to fall in love with those characters as much as everyone else did. The Dive Bar series was where I truly fell for her style of writing and could appreciate how much thought and passion she put into every word she wrote.
The Dive bar series started off strong with Vaughan and Lydia and I thought they were the pinnacle and never to be bettered. And then I read Twist and fell for Joe and Alex. We met Eric in Twist and I’m sorry to say that I didn’t have high hopes for him or his story. I’ve read so many romances where the Womanising Douchebag is turned into a good boy and the thrill of the read has become redundant for me. I avoid these books like the plague because I’ve read far too many of them. This is entirely my fault for always falling for the bad boy…
After months away from arrogant players I went into Chaser with high hopes. And my goodness were those hopes exceeded! I really enjoyed Chaser being solely from Eric's POV. It was a really nice change and I think Kylie wrote Eric's POV perfectly!
"Initially, I’d been terrified that I’d drop her or damage her in some way. I’d had to remind myself it wasn’t the first time I’d held something fragile and precious. The top shelf back at the Dive Bar had a bottle of cognac that was worth more than I was, and I could spin that baby over my wrist without a second thought. Not that I’d be spinning Ada, because fragile."
Eric was a breath of fresh air to me, he felt different. He wasn't your typical womaniser who disrespected woman, he was mature about his actions and there was no angst ridden reason as to why he was who he was. He also didn’t appear to be your typical arrogant player. There was no ‘treat em mean, keep em keen’. There was just Eric being straight up about what he wanted from life. After the devastating circumstances he went through at the end of Twist I decided I needed to know how Eric’s story ended.
If I had to name my favourite thing about Kylie Scott’s writing it would be the strong independent REAL female characters she writes. Ever since Lydia in Dirty I’ve respected the hell out of Kylie for her strong characters. While they know how to ask for help when they need it, They’re no damsel in distress!
Jean has been my favourite of the series. Not only is she a strong independent woman but she's also a woman full of trust and forgiveness and is willing to always see the best in everyone around her. Due to the situation she's in and her history she could've been a very jaded character but I think Kylie Scott did us all a favour when she made Jean the type of woman she did.
"Also, the woman looked damn good. She’d put her long dark hair up in a bun and wore a red sweater dress. Seasonal yet sexy. No matter how hard I tried to keep my eyes on the job, my gaze kept wandering back to her. I rubbed at my chest with the heel of my palm. “We got any history of heart problems in the family?” “Don’t think so,” said Joe. Weird. I should probably ask Mom."
I really enjoyed Chaser, so much more than I thought I would! Kylie Scott's writing just goes from strength to strength and I will forever respect her for the characters she writes. Yes, they make mistakes, No, they're not model skinny but they're so damn real! Kylie Scott's writing is alway a joy and I always come away from her books feeling confident about myself and the decisions I've made in life and to me that is one of the greatest things about reading. A good book distracts you from every day life but a great book teaches you and inspires you to make a better life for yourself.
I commend Kylie for writing real woman.
“Thank you for everything,” she said, gazing so damn sweetly at me. Obviously tired and in pain, she was still so damn pretty propped up on the hospital bed with her baby in her arms. The most perfect thing I’d ever seen. And my heart hurt. It felt swollen and sore like it was about to explode. Maybe I was experiencing cardiac arrest or something. If so, totally in the right place.
Meet The Author: Kylie Scott
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
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