Inherit a hundred-billion-dollar company? Check.
Produce an heir… Wait, what?
I have ninety days to knock up my brand-new fake wife. There’s only one problem—she hates my guts.
And in the fine print of the contract? The requirement that we produce an heir.
She can’t stand to be in the same room with me. Says she’ll never be in my bed.
But I’ve never backed down from a challenge and I’m not about to start now.
Mark my words—I’ll have her begging for me, and it won’t take ninety days.
On the heels of her smash hit and New York Times bestselling SCREWED series, Kendall Ryan brings you HITCHED, a romantic comedy that delivers heart and heat. A NYC playboy turned business mogul has ninety days to win over the woman he's always desired in order to save his father's company. One tiny problem: She hates his guts.
I absolutely loved this first part of Hitched! I already enjoy a good friends-to-lovers romance, and even though Noah and Olivia have known each their entire lives, calling them friends would be a stretch, especially since Olivia wants absolutely nothing to do with Noah. Noah on the other hand, has always had a crush on Olivia, and now thanks to his father's will and her father's health crisis, they'll have to unit as one in order to maintain control and ownership of the company their fathers started.
Noah is positively swoon-worthy; he knows the right thing to say to make you feel cherished and special, but can also turn on the dirty talk faster than you can blink. I wasn't sure how I felt about Olivia at the start of the book, because she comes across as a bitch. But once you read and learn more about her, it's not that she's a bitch, she just isn't comfortable interacting with other people, seeing as that she's spent her life preparing for the day when she and Noah will inherit the company.
The banter between Noah and Olivia is all types of hilarious, and there are some interactions that are downright scorching. Some of my favorite observations are when Olivia meets Noah's third leg...or tree trunk if you will. This is a book that had me laughing from start to finish and I can't wait to read the next part to see what will happen with these two!
ARC provided in exchange for honest review.
"Charming, swoony and playful, Kendall Ryan's Hitched left me salivating for more. More Noah, more Olivia, more of this series which already has my heart all aflutter, my smile perma-pinned to my face, and my mind aching for answers." -- Give Me Books
"Hitched was a perfect non-stop read!” – Jacqueline’s Reads
"Childhood friends and now frenemies forced to wed and make a baby in mere months? I’m IN!" - Bookalicious Babes Blog
"Fun, flirty and steamy, Hitched will have you addicted from the first word! Kendall Ryan delivered big time, I'm practically salivating for more!" - Angie, Angie and Jessica's Dreamy Reads
About The Author:
A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than a dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.
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EXCERPT:
"That’s the whole point of doing this trial period—to see how well we can play ball together before committing to a team-up. I’m doing my best to become friends with you, so . . .”
He tilts his head with a half smile. “Just friends? I’ve got my sights set a little higher.”
Gee, I never would have guessed, what with his constant attempts to steer the conversation toward sex.
I quirk one eyebrow in skepticism. “Friendship is all we need to pull this thing off. And we’re pretty much starting from square one . . . I would call us acquaintances, at best. Don’t you think you’re being a little overambitious?”
“Nope,” he replies, cocky smile still firmly in place.
I roll my eyes. “Wow. Your arrogance truly has no limits.”
“If I can put my money where my mouth is . . .” His lustful smirk makes it clear exactly where he’d like to put his mouth. “Then it’s not arrogance. Just confidence.”
“What makes you think I would want more with you, anyway? You aren’t exactly my type.”
I expect him to just give me a knowing look, or maybe toss back some mild innuendo. What I absolutely did not expect was, “Because I have a nine-inch cock.”
I almost choke on my martini for a third time. I splutter, “Is that number supposed to impress me?”
3"
I give him a skeptical look. “You want to show me your dick?”
“If it’ll help convince you.” He drains the last drops of his Scotch and stands up. “Come on, let’s go.”
I stare after him as he walks away.
Is he serious? He’s just going to whip it out? I look around to see if anyone is watching me, then I get up and follow him to the bar’s back hallway, near the restrooms, unable to comprehend why the hell I’m humoring him. This is ridiculous.
Once we’re safely in a private corner, Noah undoes his belt, opens his fly . . . and pulls out a fucking fire hose.
Holy mother of God. My hands fly to my mouth. I want to gasp in shock, but there’s no way I’m giving him the upper hand.
He was right. His cock is nothing short of massive, and it’s not even fully erect right now. Nine inches may actually be a conservative estimate of what it might look like hard. He must destroy men’s egos every time he walks into a locker room. And I don’t even want to think about what he destroys with women . . .
“Meh. I’ve seen bigger,” I force out, fighting to maintain my composure.
Noah chuckles. “I don’t think so, sweetheart.”
“Well, th-that monster is not coming anywhere near my uterus. No, thank you. I prefer to keep my organs intact.”
Noah’s grin widens. “I doubt that, but just to be on the safe side, I’ll ease it in nice and slow. Piece of cake. Plus, you’ve got good health insurance, right?”
“That is not funny, Noah. Now, put that thing away or I’ll remove it.”
I try to sound stern, but my shaking voice and bright red cheeks surely give me away. Why the hell can’t I stop staring?
He chuckles—yeah, the jerk can definitely see right through me—but he obliges, tucking the beast back into its lair.
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