This is my
second time reading a novel by Lauren Blakely and The Sexy One delivered
on the genre of single dad/nanny romance. So, let’s meet Simon Travers, the
single dad to Hayden, his five-year-old daughter. He’s handsome, sexy, thoughtful,
successful, and focused on being the best dad since divorcing his cheating
wife. He hires Abby Becker as his daughter’s nanny. Abby is beautiful, adventuresome,
into nature and fluent in a few languages including Spanish which she teaches
part time.
These two kept their attraction under wraps for the past seven months since Abby became the nanny for fear of being a clichĂ© not to mention there is an eight-year age difference. Simon feels he’s too old to hang with Abby’s friends when she simply wants him to have fun with her. Their respective friends just want them to admit their true feelings and be happy. Well, all it takes is a little light flirting over cake and nature documentaries to reveal it’s more than a crush between them.
Overall, it was a quick and fun read. I enjoyed the sexual tension that turned into romance and then hot sex between them. This was a wonderful partnership and I loved Abby’s willingness to see Simon succeed in his business by offering to teach him French so he could eventually close the deal with Gabriel who wanted to open a French and Brazilian fusion restaurant (I would totally eat there) in Manhattan. The dialogue was realistic and the motivation to be together was authentic as well as the sacrifices made to be a couple. However, I wanted a bit more in terms of an explanation of the relationship between Abby and Harper who’s referred to as Abby’s “long lost magician sibling.” Otherwise, it was a good read!
Some of my favorite lines:
His eyes
slide down my face, and he points to my mouth. “You have . . .”
“What?”
“Blueberry
sauce,” he says, his voice low and husky.
“I
do?” I swipe the side of my mouth, but he shakes his head.
“Missed
it.”
“Where?”
My eyes follow his hand. He brushes the pad of his thumb over the corner of my
lip. My breath catches. His touch lasts less than a second, but it sparks in my
chest, a thrilling sensation rushing over my skin. This moment is like a match
on kindling, and now I’m lit up. All these months of longing bubble to the
surface. I grip the counter, dig my sandals into the floor, and look down.
This is silly. This is foolish. I have a crush on my boss, nothing more. The late hour is playing a trick on me, making me think nighttime is for opportunity.
Rating: 3.5
stars
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