Mixed Up In Love by Natasha Madison ~ Review & Excerpt

Mixed Up In Love by Natasha Madison ~ Review & ExcerptAlso by this author: Faux Pas
Mixed Up In Love by Natasha Madison
on August 7th, 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Romance

When my business partner asked me to do him a favor, I had no idea he was sending me on the blind date his mother had arranged for him.
I walked in the bar, saw the woman drinking her third martini, and knew I was in for an eventful night.
After the unexpected second date, she didn't know my real name or who I really was. By that time, the lie was too far gone, and I wanted her too much to admit the truth.

It's not every day you find out your ex-boyfriend is engaged.
I shouldn't have agreed to the blind date, but I wasn’t in any position to turn down a night out when my mother insisted.
I will admit, I definitely shouldn't have ordered that fourth martini before said blind date even arrived.
The man turned out to be swoon worthy, handsome, condescending— a perfect distraction.

Then I found out he was a liar.

I've never been in over my head to this degree.

Then again, I've never been mixed up in love.

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I pull up to the front door, and the valet meets me at my door once I stop. “Good evening, sir,” he says once I open my door.

“Yeah, I won’t be here long,” I tell him as I get out, not bothering to take off my sunglasses when I hand him the keys.

“No worries, sir. It will be here when you are ready,” he says, handing me the ticket for later. I put it in the inside pocket of my suit jacket. I walk inside to the hostess table, where a woman who looks like she is eighteen stands smiling.

“How may I help you?” she asks sweetly. I stop and look around to see if I might recognize the woman I’m here to meet, even though I’ve never met her. I spot a couple of women at the bar, but I instinctively know they aren’t her. I also check for exits. It’s not my fault; it’s just instilled in me.

Looking to the left, I don’t see anyone sitting alone, but then I look to the right, and I see her. I don’t know why I know it’s her, but I just do. With curly long blond hair, she downs a martini, then picks up another one and brings it to her mouth. I spot a waiter walking with two more martinis on his tray, and I’m not surprised when I see him approaching her table. “Great,” I say under my breath. “I found her,” I tell the hostess and start walking toward the table. She spots me and watches my every move. Luckily, the glasses I’m wearing stop her from seeing my eyes.

The closer I get to her, the more my pulse speeds up. What the fuck? This is weird. I look around maybe to see if something else is piquing my interest or maybe I spotted something to elevate my pulse, but no, it’s her. The fact that a gorgeous woman is sitting by herself and drinking like a fish is enough to get any man’s adrenaline pumping. Isn’t it?

“Are you Laney?” I ask, taking off my glasses, and my gray eyes finally meet her blue ones. She opens her mouth, expecting, I think, something to come out, but nothing does. I continue looking around to see if anyone is watching her, and it’s no surprise that I spot two guys at the bar sizing her up.

“Here are two more.” The waiter smiles at her, putting two more glasses down on the table and taking the two now empty ones away. She laughs nervously, and I want to reach out and trip him when he walks away.

“It isn’t what it looks like.” Her soft voice breaks me out of my plan, and I turn back to her as she smiles at me, causing my heartbeat to skyrocket. The collar of my shirt suddenly feels tight, but it’s not even buttoned.

“Really? I find it hard to believe,” I finally say. Looking around again, I spot the same two guys in suits sitting at the bar watching her. This time, one of them spots me and looks back down at his drink. “It looks like you’re sitting here waiting for something bad to happen.” I pull out the chair and sit in front of her.

“Um.” She still doesn’t say anything.

“The second day we spent together, the sun was shining, but all I saw was your smile.
I’m sorry.
Hunter “


So this is my first Natasha Madison book. I don’t know why, she should of been on my radar sooner, cause this was a fantastic book. I was in a bit of a funk this past week. It happens a lot during the summer. I started and stopped so many books. I picked this one yesterday and just never put it down. I loved these characters.

From mixed up identities, to being knock on your ass by something you were not expecting, to so much more, this book was more than I was expecting. The humor was on point, the swoon was well done, and the story flow was perfection.

Hunter was the one that made this book for me. He is blunt, and kinda set in his ways, and when he gets knocked on his ass by an unexpected night -he makes me swoon. Laney is unabashedly herself. She is strong, independent and an amazing friend. I loved her. These two had the spark you want to see and the chemistry that you can feel.

This is a lighter read then I normally would do. I enjoyed it a whole lot more than I have most insta-love books. I love the build up, the working for it, and the fall into love. I just love watching people fall into love and when you get it with no work it takes the fun out of it. It’s why I never rate a insta-love book 5 stars let alone a 4 stars, you took away my favorite part. What Natasha did here was make everything else so good that it overshadowed the insta-love aspect of the story.

That takes skill.
That isn’t easily done.
Bravo chick, with writing that good I will be checking out more from her.


About Natasha Madison

When her nose isn’t buried in a book, or her fingers flying across a keyboard writing, she’s in the kitchen creating gourmet meals. You can find her, in four inch heels no less, in the car chauffeuring kids, or possibly with her husband scheduling his business trips. It’s a good thing her characters do what she says, because even her Labrador doesn’t listen to her…

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