Blog Tour + Official Review! Only You by Melanie Harlow

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Only You, an all-new sexy and emotional standalone from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow is LIVE!

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Nate Pearson is ridiculously handsome and wears the hell out of a suit and tie, but I’ve seen the parade of beautiful women leaving his apartment across the hall-a different one every time-and I want no part of it. When it comes to romance, I’m looking for something real, something that will last: the happily ever after.

As a divorce attorney, he loves to tell me there’s no such thing.

As a wedding planner, I choose to disagree.

We disagree on almost everything, in fact. Everything except James Bond. The only time we really get along is when we’re watching 007 flicks together, and I’ll admit-he has rescued me from a disaster or five. So when one of the baton twirlers from his parade leaves a baby girl at his door with a note that says “I’ll come back for her” and he begs me for help, I can’t turn him down.

But it’s a mistake.

Because watching him with his daughter, I start to see another side of Nate, a side that has my breath coming faster, my body craving his, my heart longing for him to change his mind about love and tell me there’s a chance for us.

I don’t want to be just another girl leaving his apartment in the morning.

I want to be the one he asks to stay.

 

OFFICIAL REVIEW!

I received a copy and voluntarily left a review and all opinions are my own.

After reading Only You, I can tell you that as of right now, I have found my all time favorite couple created by Melanie Harlow. Nate and Emme had me laughing until my sides hurt, my heart weeping for these two to look past their differences, and bones melting from the heat coming off of them at all times. Their story kept me glued to my seat not wanting to take breaks for any reason…to eat, sleep, or adult. They would not stop screaming at me to finish their story and relish every moment!

Emme is by far the most starry eyed, romantic heroine I have read to date. I thought for sure I would find her annoying because I am not a hearts and flowers type of girl, but Emme had me cheering her on at every turn. I couldn’t help but find a kindred spirit with this character who seems to find herself in the most hilarious and ridiculous situations that Nate has to rescue her from. Hence his nickname for her “Calamity” which describes her to the very core! It was fascinating seeing the vulnerable woman underneath emerge from “the glass is always full” persona that she wears like a shield.

“Emme. That woman was no-holding-back, no-poker-face-whatsoever, here-have-some-feelings Seeker of The One.” 

Nate Pearson is as cynical about love as they come. Which creates all kinds of funny and interesting arguments between him and the hot and clutzy neighbor across the hall. I couldn’t help but want to shake this divorce lawyer who let his career create his callous and pessimistic view on relationships. I still couldn’t help but fall hopelessly for Nate the whole time he was being completely obtuse about his feelings for Emme. He is rugged, charming, has the ability to curl toes with his dirty talk, and is oh so sweet with his daughter…what’s not to love?

“A grin tugged at his mouth. “Only you.” This is his favorite thing to say when I get myself into troublesome situations.” 

Melanie Harlow delivers a love story that is sure to strike every emotional chord that a reader has. I highly recommend Only You for a romance that proves that opposites do more than attract, they gravitate towards one another and practically combust! Melanie does a fabulous job of keeping me entertained and permanently entrenched in her fictional worlds and stubbornly stomping my foot because I don’t want to return to the real world. She never fails to brighten my day with her newest characters and her amusing and hot stories!

“I realized, as I began to move inside her, our hands clasped above her head, her legs wrapped around me, what is truly meant to trust someone. After my childhood, I’d lost the ability to trust, and she’s brought it back.” 

 

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Excerpt

“So did you mean what you said last night? About me?”

He grimaced, his eyes closing briefly. “I’m sorry about that. I shouldn’t have said it.”

“But you think it, right? That I’m a little girl living in a fantasy world?”

“No.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “I think you’re an optimist. I think you see good in people they don’t even see themselves. You build people up—especially me.”

“You?” I laughed a little. “You don’t need me to build you up.”

“Hell yes, I do. You think I’d have been able to handle this whole fatherhood bombshell if you hadn’t been here? If you’d said, ‘That’s what you get for fucking around, asshole. Good luck.’

I shook my head, a strand of hair coming loose from my bun. “I’d never have done that.”

“I know.” He tucked the strand behind my ear and moved his hand to the back of my neck. His eyes dropped to my lips. “But I would have deserved it.”

I held my breath. Things seemed to be happening in slow motion. His forehead came to rest on mine. And then our noses touched. Our eyes closed. An eternity passed, his lips a whisper from mine. Either one of us could have initiated a kiss. A slight lift of my chin. A little drop of his head. The question—will we or won’t we?—hung there between us, even as his closed lips brushed mine, eyelash soft.

I wanted nothing more than to wrap my arms around his neck and fit my body flush against his, but my wrists lay inert on the edge of the sink. Suddenly he spoke, his breath warm against my mouth.

“You know that dream you have, the one where you really want to do something, you’re desperate to do something, but you’re paralyzed?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“I think I’m having that dream right now.”

“Me too.” And then I felt it, the gentle pressure at the back of my neck, pulling my head toward him.

It was all I needed. Our mouths came together firmly this time, our lips opening, and I angled my body toward his, throwing my arms around his neck. His hands explored my back while his tongue explored my mouth, and he backed me into the corner, his hips pinning mine against the hard stone counter. He kissed with a fervor and intensity that surprised me, his mouth traveling down my neck, his fingers threading through my hair, pulling the pins loose, his body giving off heat that mine hungrily absorbed. I wanted to get closer to him, wished I could feel his skin against mine. I rose up on tiptoe to press against him, my back arching to fit the question mark curve of his body.

He felt big and strong and reassuring, exactly how I wanted him to feel. I wasn’t even sure what it was I wanted reassurance about… My desirability? Our chemistry? Something new and different happening between us? He swept his lips to the other side of my throat, a necklace of soft, insistent kisses that warmed my blood. When his mouth returned to mine, the kiss grew hot and frantic. He reached down and hiked the hem of my skirt to my waist, and I immediately jumped up, wrapping my legs around him. His hands moved under my ass and he carried me like that into the living room, never lifting his mouth off mine. When he reached the couch, he knelt on it and tipped me backward, stripping off his shirt and stretching out above me.

My hands moved lightning fast over hot skin, solid muscle. Chest and arms and back—I couldn’t get enough. His hand stole beneath the T-shirt I wore and I arched my back so he could reach underneath me and unclasp my bra, then moaned softly at the feel of his palm over my breasts. Moving down, he shoved the shirt and bra up to my neck and put his mouth on me, his lips, his tongue, his teeth, my nipples hardening into tight little peaks that begged to be licked, sucked, teased, tortured.

What are we doing? What are we doing? What are we doing? screamed a voice in my head.

I ignored it, hooking my arms beneath his and pulling him up so I could kiss him again. I didn’t care what we were doing.

It felt way too good to stop.

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About Melanie:

Melanie Harlow likes her martinis dry, her heels high, and her history with the naughty bits left in. When she’s not writing or reading, she gets her kicks from TV series like VEEP, Game of Thrones, House of Cards, and Homeland. She occasionally runs three miles, but only so she can have more gin and steak.

Melanie is the author of the AFTER WE FALL series, the HAPPY CRAZY LOVE series, the FRENCHED series, and the sexy historical SPEAK EASY duet, set in the 1920s. She lifts her glass to romance readers and writers from her home near Detroit, MI, where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and pet rabbit.

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