Title: A is for Alpha Male (Book #1) & Secret Alpha (Book #2)
Author: Laurel Ulen Curtis
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: November 12, 2013 & April 29, 2014
(From Haley's POV)
I’m Haley Whitfield, and I recently had the ingenious idea to enlist my mother, Allison, as my kick*ss sidekick and set out on a road trip.
This road trip wasn’t to be just any road trip, but a very special one indeed. An adventure with an acutely specific purpose-- to find our other halves. The peanut butter to our jelly. The i to our Phone. The stripper to our pole.
If our romantic desires were a personal ad, they would read something like this.
** Two sassy women (Ages twenty-seven and forty-nine respectively--Ouch. Okay, ages twenty-seven and thirty--with nineteen years experience-- respectively) seeking Alpha Males to love us with zeal and kiss us with skill. Gorgeous face and sexy, tattooed, hard body a must. If you aren’t a dangerous bad*ss with the x-rated skills and virility to match, don’t bother. Must be willing to protect us from danger, value our quirkiness, and keep your mouth shut when said quirkiness is what leads to said danger. Momma’s boys named Dan Smith need not apply.**
I know. It’s a bit wordy. In fact, it would probably cost a fortune. Luckily, we’re not ready for the personal ad. We’re not that desperate...yet.
This is my story.
Warning: Some explicit language and sexual content
(From Danny's POV)
I’m Dan Smith, and I’m currently living two lives. Maybe even three if you really look into it. Haley, Allison, Hunter, Wade, Sergio, and Isla all exist in one or more of them somehow.
Am I a supporting role in their stories, or are they merely characters in mine?
You decide.
Haley told her story. Now I’ll tell mine.
She said. He said.
This is my story.
(From Danny's POV)
Once again, Allison had no answer, but that didn’t get Haley down at all.
I could feel my feet start to walk in their direction, straight down the bar and stopping right in front of them, as though I was having an out of body experience.
“As far as loosening up, I meant alcohol.....Shot time!”
Perfect. Cue me.
She looked away from her mom right at that moment, honing in like a laser beam on my exact location.
And then, looked right through me.
Burn.
“Two shots of fireball, please,” Haley requested sweetly, but I could tell she didn’t notice me at all.
If anything, that made her even cuter. She was completely there, in that moment, with her mom. Clearly, they had a strong, close, vibrant relationship, and a respect that I hardly ever saw between people anymore.
Living in such a technologically driven era, people rarely interacted with one another without an outside distraction like a cell phone going at the same time.
Don’t worry, I’m not anti-technology, but I am pro-personal connection. The kind of camaraderie that’s strong enough to hold a person’s entire interest. It’s probably a lifetime lacking in close connections that drives my philosophical approach to conversational engagement, but I couldn’t tell you for sure because I’m not a psychologist.
“You got it, sweetheart,” I said, and then began thoroughly kicking my own ass for adding on a term of endearment. I seriously didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I didn’t know what is was about this girl that had me tied in knots, and I didn’t know why in the fuck I kept letting myself forget I was in the middle of a very serious, extremely dangerous investigation.
There was probably a price on my head at that exact moment, for fuck’s sake.
I pulled my lips back over my teeth immediately, putting away the dimples and effectively putting the kabash on my smile. But it didn’t even matter because she still hadn’t even really looked at me. In fact, another man, someone I wasn’t familiar with, had just approached her and started flirting.
He was a cocksucking dork, I could tell, but she flirted back. The really disgusting part is that I felt an immediate flare of fire in my belly, the edges of my flaming jealousy licking the lining of my stomach and burning me alive.
Placing the shots on the bar in front of them, I redirected my mind and energy and moved to the other end of the bar, keen to do any other work I could come up with.
But as I left, I allowed myself one last look, startling noticeably when Allison’s keen blue eyes found mine and a knowing smile crept sweetly onto her face.
Fuck. Me.
(From Haley's POV)
What a delightful book! Haley is full of life and totally CRAZY. At 27 years of age and with no prospects around for a boyfriend, she takes charge and begins her quest for the perfect man. Only one little twist... she is bringing her mother with her and is going to try and do the same for her mother.
The bond between Haley and her mother, Allison, is very strong. They are truly best friends. They have no secrets from each other, well not many. Their interaction is what makes this books a joy to read. The apple does not fall far from the tree. Allison is just as quirky as her daughter and provides a little wisdom along with her side of crazy.
This book is told from Haley's POV. Her approach to life is so hopeful and endearing, I am sure you will end up smiling throughout just like I did!
(From Danny's POV)
Now Danny gets to tell the story from his POV. Just like in Book #1 A is for Alpha Male, Haley steals the show and steals Danny's heart from the moment they see each other.
This book is DEFINITELY meant to be read after reading A is for Alpha Male. You will miss out if you do not read it in order.
Danny's life is very complicated. His job, and not as a bartender, is delicate and dangerous. The last thing Danny needs at this time is the complication of falling in love.
The banter between Danny and Haley is adorable. He has her number and is making her run in circles. For an independent girl like Haley, this is a miracle. She is cocky, loud mouthed and totally honest. Did I forget to mention she also has the sailor talk down to an art? Yes, no one ever washed her mouth with soap and she really gets away with it.
Enjoy reading this book as much as I did!
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