RELEASE BLITZ & REVIEW - Certified Playboy Series by Scarlett Avery

Series: Certified Playboy Series

Titles: Roderick ~ Lochlan ~ Holt ~ Jace 

Author: Scarlett Avery

Genre: Enemies to lover/single dad romance

NOTE: Certified Playboy Series was formerly known as Torrid Series.

 

Roderick Wolfe…

He's a former rock star who’s still viewed as a music god.

The quintessential playboy who’s hotter-than-sin and impossible to resist is also my best friend.

Rod has me locked in the friend zone. I’m just a sidekick to him, but God, I crave so much more.

I want to be the one he looks at with lust in his eyes. The thought consumes me, but I suppress it.

My conflicting feelings for my best friend could jeopardize a decade-long friendship. I can’t risk that.

Maybe unrequited love isn’t so bad after all…

This was my first foray into Scarlett Avery's writing and for the most part I enjoyed these stories. I've got my favorite couples from the series, but I liked all of the characters I got to meet. There's already history between Roderick and Dominika, which helps to sell their evolving relationship from friends to potentially something more. As much as I loved Dominika, I'm not a fan of Roderick, simply because while he wants to monopolize her time, she's having to watch him go off and hook up with other skanks. The epitome of selfish if you ask me. I get that Rod's trying to come to grips with his changing feelings for Dom, but it still annoyed me.

Loki Berkshire…

There are some unwritten BFF codes… abiding rules, you might call them.

No one has to speak them.

You just know.

Like coveting my best friend’s older brother. Bad idea.

Wanting to kiss him more than I want to take my next breath. Really bad idea.

Making him the star of my naughty dreams. Plain stupid.

Fibbing about him being my boyfriend to ward off an annoying suitor. Admittedly, not the brightness plan.

I never expected the sexy playboy to find out in this humiliating way…

Now this is what I'm talkin' bout! I loved this story, the fact that both Kyla and Loki have been secretly crushin' on each other forrreverrrr yet giving off that vibe that they don't have feelings for the other was great. Their getting together came about after they were stood up by their respective dates, and man, it got HAWT once they got together. Loki is an oh-so-yummy dirty talker. Of course there are some events and people that threaten any sort of blossoming relationship but things work out the way they're supposed for Loki and Kyla.

The first time I met him, his arresting blue eyes were enough to make me lose my head. But of course, I kept it together.

I’m a professional and fooling around with a client is a recipe for disaster.

Holt Christensen is off limits.

The second time I meet the gorgeous single dad playboy, he boldly offers to tie me down.

How did we go from hello to Fifty Shades of Grey in a New York minute?

Well, this particular story fell a bit flat for me, but I can't exactly pinpoint why. I liked Holt and Everly, but it could be the spelling mistakes that took away my enjoyment of the story.

Jace Halsey…

It seems I’m the only sane woman in LA who’s immune to that self-important man.

Even my big sister swoons all over him.

It makes me sick.

Truth be told, I want nothing more than to annihilate him because he’s always in the way. Never mind he has no clue of my existence, he’s still the thorn in my side.

Just when I’m certain I’ll have no other choice but to live in his shadow for the end of time, I get my big break.

Of course, I should’ve known he’d find a way of ruining it for me.

Not only do I have to share the freaking stage with the single dad playboy, we’re going to be rivals? On national TV?

I declare war!

This was, hands down, my absolute favorite book of the series! The interactions between Eliana and Jace are hilarious, especially since he can't figure out why Eliana hasn't fallen for his charms, like just about every other female in the land. Now they're stuck working with each other and seeing their interactions as they evolve was great. I liked that Eliana realized that an attitude adjustment would be a good thing in the long run. While Jace might be a ladies man, he's first and foremost a great dad to his son (who is absolutely precious).

Her confused gaze meets mine and I smile wide. I tuck my phone inside my inner pocket and approach her.

“I think the producers booked me on the wrong date,” I say.

“Wrong date? What do you mean?” she asks.

Someone’s on edge.

I give her a deliberate onceover. “I didn’t realize today’s show was about Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue cover models,” I smile.

“Hmph,” she pulls up her lips in an unimpressed curve. Most women would blush. Some would giggle. At least, laugh. Not her. “Cute, but don’t you think it’s a little overused?” the blonde asks.

I distinctly pick up on a bit of sarcasm.

Okay, perhaps not my best line, but what’s up with the hostility?

“It was meant as a compliment,” I say.

“Thanks, but not very original.” Ouch. “Just like, ‘Heaven must be missing an angel’.”

Okay. This one is going to be a tough nut to crack.

“Let me start over,” I say. “My name is Jace Halsey,” I extend my hand. “And you must be the lovely Eliana Pomeroy––the other guest.”

She looks surprised.

“You know my name?” she asks, shaking my hand.

“Of course. My publicist sent me a dossier––”

“That sounds top secret, don’t you think? It’s just little ol’ me… it’s not like I’m an undercover agent of a covert operation.”

Down, woman.

This conversation started on the wrong foot. 

“I’m sorry. It feels like we have history together. Have we met before? I apologize in advance if I don’t remember.”

“Wow, you must meet a lot of women.”

I ignore the insinuation.

“I do. Just like I meet a lot of men. It’s part of the profession.”

“I bet,” she sneers. “We’ve never met. Not that you’d know who I was without that dossier.”

“On the contrary. I know exactly who you are,” I say.

She crosses her arms over her chest and adopts a defiant stance. In doing so, the lapel of her jacket opens slightly, revealing her best assets.

Very. Nice.

“My eyes are up here, buddy!” she snaps.

My gaze bounces to her narrow hazel green eyes.

She’s shooting daggers at me.

This woman went from stranger to enemy in a New York minute.

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