Fool Me Once - Review
He literally crashed into my world.
I wasn’t looking for romance, but his two-dimpled charm made my heart go
haywire.We both had one thing in common: we were here to escape our realities.
One week. Just the two of us. Not a care in the world.
I didn’t know it at the time, but that week would forever change my life.Four years later, and as fate would have it, Keegan and I are brought together
again.
It’s as if the universe is telling us this is our second chance.
The more I get to know him, the harder I fall.
Falling hopelessly in love is inevitable with a man like him.Only the joke’s on me, because the guy I’m falling for isn’t the man I thought
he was.
You know how the saying goes: Fool me once…
I’ll be damned if I’m fooled again.
Amount of sex 3 / 5
How explicit are the sex scenes 3.5 / 5
Story 5 / 5
Overall: 5 / 5
Nikki Ash has done it again!
Fool Me Once is an emotional second chance romance that tells the story of Keegan and Blakely. The two meet on the beach during their spring break, and they have a fabulous time together. Their chemistry is literally through the roof, and I think Keegan is just the most amazing guy! But when the week’s over, they have to go back to their realities. Roughly four years later, fate brings them back together, but their lives are very different now. Can Keegan and Blakely pick up where they left off all those years ago?
Fool Me Once’s storyline was gripping, and I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough! The characters were engaging, and they kept my attention throughout the whole story. Fool Me Once is flawlessly written, full of twists, and I loved every minute of it!
Voluntarily Reviewed an Advanced Story
the page in my book, someone yells, “Watch out!” Unsure of where the voice is
coming from, I look to the left and then to the right, but before I can grasp
what’s happening, the circular object hits my hand, and my book flies out of my
grasp and into the water.
sorry.” A half-naked guy comes running over, sand kicking up around him as his
strong legs pound into the ground. The closer he gets, the more of him I’m able
to see, and holy shit, do I like what I see. Messy brown hair I could picture
running my fingers through, tanned, smooth skin I would enjoy kissing and
licking, and if I’m feeling frisky, biting.
his tattooed, sculpted chest and down to his abs. Two-four-sex… I mean six. God
damn! Look at that six-pack. He must work out, probably several times a day.
Damn, I’d love for him to work me out…
corded arm muscles flex, making it appear as if the ink on his arms is coming
alive, and I briefly imagine holding on to those arms while he fucks me good
and hard. He runs past me, and I follow his every move. When he bends over, I
check out his butt that’s hidden under his low-hanging board shorts as I
fantasize about my legs wrapped around his waist and my heels digging into that
butt…
around, and in his hands is the now sopping wet copy of Wuthering
Heights, and I instantly snap out of my lust-filled thoughts.
says sheepishly, the soaking wet book dangling from his fingers. Drops of
saltwater fall down and land on my knee. My eyes meet his, and just as I’m
about to snap at him, the corner of his mouth lifts into a nervous smile, and a
single dimple pops out on his cheek, and once again, I’m momentarily distracted
by just how good-looking he is.
reply drips with sarcasm. Taking the book from him, I examine the saturated,
ruined pages, and mumble, “At least it wasn’t my mom’s copy.”
half-smile turns into a cocky grin. Oh, hell, no…
interested.”
back with the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard. It’s raspy and deep and
sexy. My eyes land on his Adam’s apple, and my tongue darts out, wanting to
lick down his throat.
nods. “I really am sorry about the book.” His gorgeous forest green eyes meet
mine. “Can I do something to make it up to you?”
me?” I give him a playful smirk. I haven’t slept with many guys, but I’ve had a
couple one-night stands over the last few years. My way of lashing out over my
mom’s death.
head. “We’ve already established you’re not interested. Although, I think,
based on the way you were eye-fucking me on my way over here, I could probably
convince you otherwise.”
About Nikki Ash
Nikki Ash resides in South Florida where she is an English teacher and mom by day and a writer by night. When she’s not writing, you can find her with a book in her hand. From the Boxcar Children to Wuthering Heights to the latest Single Parent Romance, she has lived and breathed every type of book.
Reading is like breathing in, writing is like breathing out. – Pam Allyn
While reading and writing are her passions, her two children are her entire world. You can probably find them at a Disney park before you would find them at home on the weekends!
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