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I have found my new favorite enemies to lovers book! Sundays are for Hangovers was bloody fantastic. There was sexual tension galore, humor, and a little bit of drama. I was hooked from the first page. The writing duo of K. Webster and J.D. Hollyfield have certainly nailed down the right combination for this subgenre. I hope to see many more from them.
Will is uptight, a bit OCD, and trying to outrun a past that makes him ashamed. Like I said, the sexual tension between the two was off the chain, so thick you could probably cut it with a knife. The chemistry between them was just as hot. Both Will and Lilith are well-developed with intricate backstories. They both have strengths and weaknesses, no pollyanna or mary jane characters here. The secondary characters are just as great--even the ones you want to hate. I'd love to see Big D and Majick's story, somehow with just the hints we get in Sundays I have a feeling it'd be good.
There is some drama and conflict, but it's not angsty. It fits in well with the storyline and doesn't seem jarring. In fact, once it happens it seems inevitable. If you are looking for a book that'll make you laugh out loud, definitely pick this one up. It's a must-read. In fact, I think I may just re-read it tonight.
I stewed all day at work over the kiss that almost led to so much more. She’s making me lose my mind. I even made an error on a calculation and damn near accused the head of the mortgage department of fraud. What an ass I felt like when I reran the numbers only to conclude I was, in fact, wrong.
I’m never wrong.
I yank off my T-shirt and wipe the sweat from my face as I run. My phone is playing some old-school Metallica. The loud, raging guitars not only make me want to pull out my own guitar and start plucking away on some songs, but it also helps pump me up into realizing this morning was a mistake.
Lilith is hot, no doubt.
But I can’t stand her.
How does one want to fuck someone they hate?
I’m just rounding the corner to my street when I nearly trip over my own feet and fall. Lilith, in a black bikini top and a pair of cut-off daisy duke shorts, is washing her cherry-red Mustang in her driveway. The sun is going down, but the sunlight seems to seek her out. Golden strands in her hair catch the light and glimmer. I trot to a stop just to stare.
Fuck, there goes my resolve.
Wet. Bangin’ body. Tits and curves and that ass.
I’m hopeless.
I catch the old man, Mr. Daniels, across the street swinging in his porch swing, a goofy grin on his gray-whiskered face. It makes me want to build a fence in front of her house so he can’t look at her. Being President of the HOA, I could probably even get away with it…
“Yo, Wonka,” she calls out as I near. “You’re looking hot.”
I puff out my bare chest and smirk because at least someone notices all the hard work—
All thoughts are dashed when cold water blasts me in the face.
“Better cool you off!” she yells as she sprays me down.
She shoots my glasses right off my face and I end up dropping my shirt. I don’t stop to pick my shit up but instead chase down the blur who is now running from me while trying to soak me at the same time. I hook an arm around her wet waist but end up stumbling over my own feet since I can’t see where the fuck I’m going. We land in her grass with a collective “oomph.” She’s face down and my dick is conveniently pressed against her ass.
“You live to antagonize me,” I grumble as I bury my nose in her hair and inhale her.
She wiggles and the only thing she’s successful at doing is making me impossibly harder. “You started it.”
“And I’ll finish it.”
I tug at the string on her neck and then the one at her mid back. With a quick pull, I relieve her of her bikini top.
“Oh no, you just didn’t!” she squeals, a loud, adorable laugh escaping from her.
It’s then as I rise to my feet with her top in my hand that I realize my crazy neighbor is getting under my skin. She’s burying herself deep inside of me so I can’t think or focus on anything else. And I’m not sure I want to anyway.
She stands with her palms covering her perfect tits. Her smile is wicked as she arches a brow at me and backs up toward her house. “It’s on, Wonka. It’s fucking on.”
I smirk at her cute, dirty mouth. “Technically it’s off, demon girl.” I sling her top over my shoulder and walk over to collect my glasses and shirt. “Just face it, you’re not winning anything.” I slide on my glasses so I can fully appreciate the swells of her tits barely contained by her tiny hands.
Her back hits the front door and she shrugs. “We’ll see.”
And then she flips me off before slipping inside her house.
But not before me and Mr. Daniels get a nice, quick peek of a perfect tit I’m convinced I won’t see the last of.
Game on, Lilith, game on.
About K Webster
About J.D. Hollyfield
J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she’s not cooking, event planning, or spending time with her family, she’s relaxing with her nose stuck in a book. With her love for romance, and her head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own stories to life. Living in the Midwest, she’s currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions of her new books and series, along with her charm, humor and HEA’s.
J.D. Hollyfield dabbles in all genres, from romantic comedy, contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, fantasy and erotica! Want to know more! Follow her on all platforms!
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