Title: Off Limits
Author: Clare Connelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 1, 2018
Publisher: Harlequin DARE
Digital ISBN: 9781488082368
“I want to taste you tonight.”
With chemistry this hot, it’s worth getting burned…
Billionaire Jack Grant is totally off-limits to Gemma Picton. He’s wild, deliciously dangerous…and her boss. When working late turns X-rated, it’s better than her wildest imaginings—and Gemma’s imagined a lot! But Jack has major emotional baggage, so when Gemma starts wanting to heal his heart as well as enjoy his body, she knows she’s in big trouble…!
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First impressions are important and the cover of this book drew me in instantly. Something about the image and the font used for the title are just so perfectly complimenting to one another. The story is told from alternating view points between Gemma Picton and Jack Grant. It flows very nicely from beginning to end. It is a perfectly balanced, breathtaking romance novel. There isn’t anything that I didn’t like about it.
My favorite part of the book was how the characters complimented each other so well. The chemistry between them was very believable and it develops and intensifies over the course of the story. They seem so easy to relate to and realistic. While there are hot and steamy scenes, they don’t dominant the entire story. You get to watch a ‘forbidden’ love blossom and see the chemistry and characters grow and heal.
It was amazing the way the author manages to put pen to paper about grief and the trail of destruction it so often leaves behind. The story was sweet, moving, and oh so hot. I recommend this novel to anyone who enjoys romance, including those who are just starting to dip their toes into the genre.
Copyright © 2018 Off Limits by Clare Connell
I am holding my breath again. Is that how I’m going to get over this little hurdle? Suffocate myself? Is that even possible? I’m pretty sure we have some breathing trigger in our brains, but my brain is a bit pissy with me so maybe it would conveniently forget about the button.
I push air out consciously, quietly, and he takes his seat.
‘Anyway…’ I prompt impatiently.
His smile is a clicker. Is he laughing at me? Arrogant arsehole! That’s be just like him. See? That’s the problem! I know him. I’m not one of his other
women. I know that is he as bastardy as he is sexy.
‘How did you sleep?’
I blink at him, my eyes wide. ‘You’ve already asked me that.’
‘You didn’t answer.’
I except a sign that speaks of anger. ‘Like I always do. Seriously, Jack. My desk is covered in paper. I have to get to work.’
‘I’m your work,’ he says with a shrug.
He leans forward, and while his face is casual there is an urgency in the flecks of gold that fill his eyes. ‘Did you see him last night?’
I want to remind him of the salient fact I pointed out the night before. It’s not his damned business. But I’m not sure I can say that with such conviction now that I’ve tasted his mouth; now that I’ve been stunned by his desire.
Can I skirt around his question?
‘You’re my work? Okay, the thing is I have the New York guys waiting on contracts, you have a meeting in a week that I have to prepare for and Athens wants your input-which means my input- on a lease agreement. And I need to – ‘
God! Don’t hate me, but when he’s bossy I love it. And he’s almost always bossy.
I glare at him across his desk; it’s best if he doesn’t know that this is just about my favourite version of him.’