“Sexy, heartfelt--did I mention sexy? With the perfect touch of the forbidden, Melanie Harlow has outdone herself with single dad Mack and Frannie’s story!”
-- Ilsa Madden-Mills, Wall Street Journal bestselling author
Irresistible, an all-new fun and swoony standalone from USA Today bestselling author Melanie Harlow, is available now!
Love!! There are so many things I absolutely loved about this story!! Melanie Harlow has such a perfect way of making her stories come to life. They root themselves deep inside and make you feel so good!! It’s weird. I found myself tearing up at the most odd times of this story.
The relationships in Irresistible are my favorite. There are so many different ones that are so special in their way. Frannie’s relationship with her sisters. I’m so excited to see in future books how it grows. Her relationship with her parents. Her relationship with Mack’s girls. And of course her relationship with Mack. I loved to see her development and growth. The Frannie we see in the beginning is the story is much stronger and independent than we see in the beginning.
Now with Mack, it’s impossible not to love him. Left with his 3 daughters, he’s still fumbling at the single parent thing. I love his honesty in regards to still not knowing what the heck he’s doing.
I loved this book soo much! Its always so excited to get a new series from Melanie Harlow!! Plus, we always get to see cameos from past characters. My favorite was seeing Miles and Natalie!
A perfect 5 star book!!
Excerpt:
I was holding my breath. I wasn’t even sure why, but it was something about the way Mack was looking at me. And the tension in his body—the taut muscles in his neck. The grip of his fingers on the edge of the counter. The set of his jaw. It gave the impression of restraint. Like he was holding himself back. Something unfamiliar hummed in the air between us. I could feel it—he wanted me the way I wanted him. No wonder I couldn’t breathe. Then he cleared his throat and turned away from me, cutting off the current. “Sure. Everybody needs to make mistakes now and then.” I’d forgotten I’d even asked the question. He turned the sink on, rinsed his dishes, and placed them in the dishwasher. I stood there staring at his muscular back, at the width of his shoulders, at the snug fit of his jeans on his butt. If I were his and he were mine, I’d go over and wrap my arms around his waist, press my cheek to his back. Then he’d turn around, winding his arms around me. He’d lower his lips to mine, and— “I should get you home,” he said, interrupting my fantasy. “Want to grab your coat?” “Sure.” But I didn’t really want to leave. I wanted to stay in this warm, chaotic house with him and the girls. Pretend I belonged here. Pretend I belonged to him.
