Saturday, July 30, 2016

Blog Tour ~ Review ~ Banking the Billionaire by Max Monroe


Uninhibited. Sarcastic. Confident. Beautiful.
With a thriving photography career that allows her to travel all over the world and capture the hottest of men behind her camera lens, Cassie Phillips is the woman who can’t be tamed.

Adrenaline-junkie. Jokester. Billionaire. Hot-as-sin.
At six-foot-five, with muscles for days, and that perfect playful smile, Thatcher Kelly is the kind of man you don’t want to deny.

Wild for wild.
Prank for prank.
The two most unlikely of people may be the only ones to see that some personality traits only run skin deep.

Uncensored. Hilarious. And too damn hot to put into words.
Grab a fan and get ready for one hell of a ride because when the opposite of opposites attract, things are bound to get a little messy.

I didn't think it could get better. It absolutely did! I loved the glimpse we got of Cassie and Thatch in book one and I was so happy to read their book. 
Cassie Phillips has made her living as a photographer. She's very successful, sarcastic and confident, untamed and so very blunt and straight forward. The girl has no shame and I freeking loved her. 
Thatch is a great businessman, excellent at what he does. He's considered a giant by most, an adrenaline junkie. As they get closer, trying to out-prank each other, the tables begin to turn. 
The is one of the best romcoms I've read in a long time. I laughed so hard at Thatch and Cassie's banter and the need to one-up one another. They were both completely over the top pranksters and the chemistry was out of this world hot. 
I have enjoyed this series so much. One of my favorite things is that we still get more of the previous characters while the main focus is on Thatch and Cassie. It seriously just got better and better as we moved through the story. My advice? Grab some tissues and prepare to laugh like crazy and steam up the windows! I need more and I absolutely can't wait for Wes and Winnie's story.


Small Taste

I recognized the need to forget all the details and just concentrate on what I knew. And I knew how to eat a f*cking p*ssy.

The secret was simple.

It was never, ever the same.

It could be the same woman, the same day, the same f*cking session, but a woman’s p*ssy is a special kind of woman. She’s picky but f*cking generous, and she gets off on all kinds of wicked sh*t, but her biggest turn-on is variety and a good sense of mood.

I did my best to listen for Cassie’s cues, her moans and whimpers and the speed of her breath. Did she need it faster or slower, and was the pressure just right? The answer was never consistent, and I f*cking loved it. Every time I earned a reward through the curl of her toes or a squeeze of her knees, it made me work harder.


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