Taking It Slow by Jordan Marie
Series: Doing Bad Things, #3
Published by Indie on March 13, 2018
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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A bottle of tequila
10 lime wedges
1 sexy blonde
Add in a crazy Vegas weekend
Lick and Swallow.
What do you get? A recipe for disaster.
Last night I got married.
I was drunk off my ass, so it's not exactly crystal clear.
But I woke up with a ring on my finger, a marriage certificate, and a sneaking suspicion I had a wild wedding night.
Oh, and a bride who is long gone.
Apparently, what happens in Vegas doesn't always stay here. Sometimes it takes off running.
Now I’m chasing after my runaway bride with divorce on my mind.
What could go wrong?
This is book 3 in the series, but is self-contained and can be read as a standalone.
HEA inside and absolutely no cheating of any kind.
Taking It Slow is a cute and sassy story that gives you a Vegas Wedding and a whole lot of chasing. We get insta-love, the fight against it and the emotions that go with it. I’m used to reading novella’s from this author so it was my first full length that I’ve read from her work.
Titan and Faith met at a wedding in Vegas. Several shots of tequila later, they wake up with a vague memory of amazing sex and something else…..wait, did they get married? As soon as Faith wakes up, she takes off, leaving Titan to chase after her. He needs an annulment because he has other plans for his future. Thus begins and epic chase that gives us a lot of laughs, a little bit of heart ache but ultimately that tingly feeling of love.
What I love about these two is that I imagine this huge football player and this tiny little pixie with so much sass, she can rival Titan’s size. I don’t know why but I’ve always liked seeing such a size difference. Faith is absolutely hilarious. I mean come on….she keeps calling him Big Daddy, despite the fact that he can’t stand it. She makes him chase her and she seriously gets herself into some awkward situations. The things she was saying at the gas station (you’ll know when you get there) had me full on belly laughing.
It was fun to watch the chase and then watch the two of them struggle to find there way to each other. Plus there’s a little secret going on that I know people will love.
If you are looking for something fun, sweet, sexy and full of humor, then Taking It Slow is for you.
I whimper when the damn ping of my phone won’t hush. I squint, opening one eye—and one eye only.
Sweet Jesus on a turnip truck, I drank way too much last night. I warned Hope I didn’t do weddings. I hate them. She was in Vegas, everyone knows you do the deed at a quicky drive-thru chapel somewhere and get it done—if you are ever crazy enough to say “I do.”
I won’t… ever.
Slowly the room begins to come into a focus… it’s a blurry focus, but still.
The first thing I notice is everything hurts.
Even my hair.
Definitely had too much to drink. The second thing I notice is I’m not in my one-room apartment, lying on my broken-down, never comfortable, probably ruining my back forever, futon.
I’m in a bed. A really soft bed. I’m also in what appears to be a very fancy room. A room with entirely too much sunshine coming in through the windows. My gaze immediately goes to the open glass doors that lead out to a balcony. When I look around I can see I’m not only in a strange hotel room, I’m in one that costs bank.
Lots of bank.
Then, I just happen to notice the crumpled wedding dress on the concrete floor of the balcony.
That’s when panic begins, as memories flood through my mind.
Memories of the night before.
Of course, it might not be the crumpled dress that brings those back quite as much as the huge leg—not that leg—wrapped over mine, the arm currently wrapped across my stomach and the third leg—yes, that “leg”—pushing against my ass.
I look down at the milk chocolate beast of an arm and I swear the female bits between my legs tingle as memories of the night before flood through me. Memories of… Titan. I have the strongest urge to wiggle against the semi-aroused cock pressing against my ass, but I don’t. I hold myself really still.
Because I’m in the middle of the biggest panic attack ever.
I can’t remember all of what I did last night. It’s a blur of devil’s juice, eating the worm—disgusting, by the way, and I may never drink tequila again—and sex… so much sex.
Sex everywhere. Bed, floor, shower, closet—don’t ask—and against the wall. Sex against the floor-to-ceiling window with my ass mooning the strip, but… sex on that balcony after I was stripped of my wedding dress is the one that sticks in my mind. Sex where I hung over the concrete balcony screaming, “Fuck me, harder, Big Daddy,” while Titan did indeed fuck me harder for everyone and anyone to see. There are other balconies close by. I can’t be entirely sure who saw us… or who we may have scarred forever.
Because, let’s face it, sex in real life is never like the porn movies.
I slide out of the bed an inch at a time—panic making my heart slam against my chest so loud I want to cry, because my head hurts like hell. Titan grumbles but flops over on his back, still asleep. I stand there looking down at him and I can’t move.
He’s that beautiful.