Publisher: self-pubbedRelease Date: August 5, 2018 (out now!)
Source of my copy: author
Series: Briar U #1
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Synopsis
Everyone says opposites attract. And they must be right, because there’s no logical reason why I’m so drawn to Colin Fitzgerald. I don’t usually go for tattoo-covered, video-gaming, hockey-playing nerd-jocks who think I’m flighty and superficial. His narrow view of me is the first strike against him. It doesn’t help that he’s buddy-buddy with my brother.
And that his best friend has a crush on me.
And that I just moved in with them.
Oh, did I not mention we’re roommates?
I suppose it doesn’t matter. Fitzy has made it clear he’s not interested in me, even though the sparks between us are liable to burn our house down. I’m not the kind of girl who chases after a man, though, and I’m not about to start. I’ve got my hands full dealing with a new school, a sleazy professor, and an uncertain future. So if my sexy brooding roomie wises up and realizes what he’s missing?
He knows where to find me.
The Chase is book 1 in a new series that is a spin-off of Elle's Off-Campus series and it's so good to be back in the company of the Briar crew. I had hoped and wished we'd get more books set in the Briar U universe and The Chase was most definitely worth the wait.
The Chase is all about Summer Di Laurentis (yep, Dean's younger sister) and self-proclaimed nerd masquerading as a [hockey] god Colin "Fitzy" Fitzgerald. I love the two of them together--they have an opposites attract thing going on because Summer is this vivacious, dance-on-her-own-with-no-care, confident and sassy ball of energy while Fitzy is more subdued, shy, a bit of a curmudgeon, and prides himself as being low key. Right from the start the chemistry between the two of them sparks off the page, and I just ate it up.
Summer was kicked out of Brown, and transferred to Briar for her junior year. Unfortunately for Summer, her sorority's chapter at Briar didn't want her in their house for reasons. She ends up moving in with Fitzy and his roommates since they had an extra room. These two have been into each other even before Summer moved in (though Fitzy tried to denied it to himself), and now that they're living in the same house... well, you know. 😆
It was just so awesome to be back in Briar! I love the Off-Campus series to bits, and it was great to see my faves again and get to see what they've been up to. We especially got a lot of Dean who is my all-time fave (actually, I can't decide who holds my heart more--Garrett Graham or Dean Di Laurentis, but that's a debate for another day). I was just in my happy place reading this book, because Elle Kennedy is back and, really, I compare her Off-Campus series (and Kristen Callihan's Game On series) to every NA college romance I read and none ever does. So, if you haven't picked up the Off-Campus series YOU NEED TO--okay, you actually don't because The Chase stands on its own, but trust me when I say the Off-Campus series is required reading for all fans of NA college romance.
In conclusion, The Chase was AMAZING!! It has everything: feels, swoons, steam, all written in the most devourable way. I'm dying for The Risk (Brenna's book EEEPPPP!!!). READ THE CHASE!!!
“Dance with me?”
I want to say no.
But I also want to say yes.
I call this the Summer Dilemma—the frustrating, polar reactions this green-eyed, golden-haired goddess sparks in me.
Fuck yes and hell no.
Get naked with her. Run far, far away from her.
“Thanks, but I don’t like to dance.” I’m not lying. Dancing’s the worst.
Besides, when it comes to Summer Di Laurentis, my flight instinct always wins out.
“You’re no fun, Fitzy.” She makes a tsking noise, drawing my gaze to her lips. Full, pink, and glossy, with a tiny mole above the left side of her mouth.
It’s an extremely hot mouth.
Hell, everything about Summer is hot. She’s hands down the best-looking girl in the bar, and every dude in our vicinity is either staring enviously or glowering at me for being with her.
Not that I’m with her. We’re not together. I’m just standing next to her, with two feet of space between us. Which Summer keeps trying to bridge by leaning closer to me.
In her defense, she practically has to scream in my ear for me to hear her over the electronic dance music blasting through the room. I hate EDM, and I don’t like these kinds of bars, the ones with a dance floor and deafening music. Why the subterfuge? Just call your establishment a nightclub, if that’s what you want it to be. The owner of Gunner’s Pub should’ve called this place Gunner’s Club. Then I could’ve turned right around when I saw the sign and spared myself the shattered eardrums.
Not for the first time tonight, I curse my friends for dragging me to Brooklyn for New Year’s Eve. I’d way rather be at home, drinking a beer or two and watching the ball drop on TV. I’m low-key like that.
“You know, they warned me you were a curmudgeon, but I didn’t believe it until now.”
“Who’s they?” I ask suspiciously. “And hey, wait. I’m not a curmudgeon.”
“Hmmm, you’re right—the term is kind of dated. Let’s go with Groucho.”
“Let’s not.”
“No-Fun Police? Is that better?” Her expression is pure innocence. “Seriously, Fitz, what do you have against fun?”
An unwitting smile breaks free. “Got nothing against fun.”
“All right. Then what do you have against me?” she challenges. “Because every time I try talking to you, you run away.”
My smile fades. I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s calling me out in public. We’ve had a whopping total of two encounters, but that’s plenty of time for me to know she’s the type who thrives on drama.
I hate drama.
“Got nothing against you, either.” With a shrug, I ease away from the bar, prepared to do what she’s just accused me of—run.
A frustrated gleam fills her eyes. They’re big and green, the same shade as her older brother Dean’s eyes. And Dean’s the reason I force myself to stay put. He’s a good friend of mine. I can’t be a jackass to his sister, both out of respect for him, and for fear of my well-being. I’ve been on the ice when Dean’s gloves come off. He’s got a mean right hook.
“I mean it,” I say roughly. “I have nothing against you. We’re cool.”
“What? I didn’t hear the last part,” she says over the music.
I dip my mouth toward her ear, and I’m surprised that I barely have to bend my neck. She’s taller than the average chick, five-nine or ten, and since I’m six-two and used to towering over women, I find this refreshing.
“I said we’re cool,” I repeat, but I misjudged the distance between my lips and Summer’s ear. The two collide, and I feel a shiver run up her frame.
I shiver too, because my mouth is way too close to hers. She smells like heaven, some fascinating combo of flowers and jasmine and vanilla and—sandalwood, maybe? A man could get high on that fragrance. And don’t get me started on her dress. White, strapless, short. So short it barely grazes her lower thighs.
God fucking help me.
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