Falling head-first into the wrong woman’s bed was not how Reed Bishop’s night was supposed to go. Now a gorgeous, half-naked ballet dancer was threatening his manhood…with a book. He can’t blame her.
It wasn’t how it seemed—he was just doing his job, tracking down his lead informant, who, unfortunately, took off, leaving him to figure out what to do with her friend. Staying in her apartment was no longer safe.
And that’s how he got himself into this mess.
Now she’s sleeping in his bed while he tosses and turns on the couch.
There are pink tights in his bathroom.
Pointe shoes next to his boots.
He swears he won’t touch her like that…but he can’t ignore his fantasies.
As a tattooed, muscled DEA Agent, Reed’s seen some things. Drug dealers, murderers…He can’t let Talia get close. Even though she’s made it clear they’re both fighting the same hunger. And he definitely can’t use his handcuffs on her…no matter how much she begs.
Each book in the Accidental Love series is STANDALONE:
* Wrong Bed, Right Roommate
* Wrong Bed, Right Girl
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Rebecca Brooks lives in New York City in an apartment lled with books. She received a PhD in English but decided it was more fun to write books than write about them. She has backpacked alone through India and Brazil, traveled by cargo boat down the Amazon River, climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, explored ice caves in Peru, trekked to the source of the Ganges, and sunbathed in Burma, but she always likes coming home to a cold beer and her hot husband in the Bronx.
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Step, lunge, turn. Soubresaut into a relevé, then plié, relevé, and —
Wait. Where was she supposed to stand again?
Talia Lassiter stopped to scribble a note to herself, then replayed the music from the top. Grand jeté,arabesque, step one, two, th —
Her leg whacked the dresser behind her.
"Shit!" she cried out, reaching for her ankle. She hopped on one foot, massaging her ankle bone. But that just made her lose her balance, and she collapsed onto the bed. At least moving to a studio apartment meant she didn't have far to fall — even if it also meant she had barely any space to practice.
This isn't going to work, she thought as she gingerly touched her ankle.
But she gritted her teeth and stood up again. She had to keep trying.
It wasn't like she could call the artistic director of the New York City Ballet and say, "Sorry, Hal, never mind! I don't want to be the principal soloist in Giselle after all! I'd rather stay an understudy for the rest of my life. Thanks! Bye!"
And she couldn't ask her best friend Jessie if she could move back, no matter how perfect their living room was for rehearsing. The whole point of leaving had been so Jessie's boyfriend, Shawn — also known as Talia's older brother — could move in. Talia loved them both, and by now she could honestly say she loved them together. But she was tired of being the third wheel, and they needed their space.
She'd thought there was no way she could afford it, until Stacey Moss, the most beautiful dancer in the entire company, came to rehearsal in tears. Major family emergency, had to leave immediately, couldn't afford to break her lease and lose her security deposit. Where could she find someone trustworthy to sublet her apartment ASAP?
"It's a shithole," Stacey had warned when they first walked in, like she needed to apologize for saving Talia from living with six roommates in a shoebox.
She was right. The paint was peeling, the stove had to be lit with a match, and of the apartment's two windows, one was permanently jammed shut. The toilet refused to flush, then trickled for hours in protest after Talia forced it into submission.
But it was Talia's shithole, for better or worse. She could pirouette to her heart's content. Maybe even learn to love being alone. Or at least not completely hate it.
Her phone buzzed, and she did an elaborate, graceful arabesque to pick it up — this time, careful not to hit the wall behind her. See? She was already adapting.
Are you settled in? Jessie texted. I miss you already. When can I come see the place??? Followed by a heart and a hug emoji.
Talia made herself smile. You can't come visit. It's too tiny for a second person to fit their big toe in, she wrote, reminding herself to be happy. It was normal for friends to move in with their boyfriends. It was normal for life to move on.
I'll stand outside and shout nice things to you through the door, Jessie texted.
And pass me casseroles through the window!!
OMG. Talia. How are you going to feed yourself alone?
Cereal, Talia wrote immediately.
I'm bringing you a smoke alarm and a fire extinguisher. DON'T TURN ON THE STOVE BEFORE I GET THERE.
LOL, my mom is already on it.
Jessie had always done the cooking in their old apartment. Another thing Talia was going to miss.
What about the other problem you have? Jessie asked.
Now you can only bring home guys with small feet. :( Talia burst out laughing, this time for real. That wasn't going to be a problem. No one was setting foot in this apartment — no matter how big their, ahem, shoes. Not only because the place was too small, but because she was going to be too busy for lousy dates — the only kind that seemed to exist.
Either they talked endlessly about themselves, thought "ballerina" meant "sweet little thing," or took one look at her dancer's feet and made the kind of yuck face that said they hadn't expected a real person to exist under her clothes.
No, thank you. At least her vibrator didn't judge her, didn't snore, and always made her see stars.
No matter how many times she hoped a man might be different, her luck never held. So she was done wasting her time. She had work to do.
She'd been so excited about the apartment, it was only after Stacey handed her the keys that she'd stopped to process what else that meant — besides unlimited dance parties in her underwear.
Just thinking about it made a huge bass drum pound in her chest. In the background, the music to Giselle's dramatic death scene swelled and soared.
Giselle, as in the character. In the ballet called Giselle. Yeah, it was kind of a major role.
And it was supposed to be Stacey's. Talia was the understudy, safely out of the spotlight unless Stacey got injured or sick.
Or, apparently, unless Stacey left the city altogether, with no hint about where she was going or when she'd be back.
Talia thought she'd wanted a leading role more than anything. Only now that it had been unexpectedly thrust upon her ... some secret part of her wished she could hand it back.
What if she messed up? What if she wasn't good enough? What if the audience started booing, wishing it were Stacey on stage instead?
She'd spent her whole life dreaming of the chance to dance like this. What if she bombed it ... again?
The night before the auditions for Giselle, she'd stayed up until sunrise boosting the morale of the guy she'd thought was her boyfriend with praise, accolades, and blowjobs after his feature film was rejected from Cannes. Max needed her, she'd rationalized. A good girlfriend was supposed to be selfless.
Only it turned out Max Matthers had a different assessment of their relationship, one that left him free to pursue other blowjobs in the course of cheering himself up. And Talia found herself exhausted and stumbling over the steps as Hal Burton, the famous choreographer, muttered to himself and shook his head, then told her to try a wheatgrass shot. She looked "a little peaky."
Gross. She didn't care how many Green Goddess smoothies the other dancers choked down. Wheatgrass was never the answer. Now she had another chance. She wasn't going to blow it.
Which meant no dating, no hookups, and absolutely zero distractions. She knew Jessie was trying to make her happy about having her own place, but she couldn't think about guys right now. She hadn't even unpacked that vibrator. Dance was her world, and she wanted it that way.
She went through the routine once more, and then it was lights out so she could get her full eight hours before tomorrow's big rehearsal. Her first as Talia Lassiter, lead principal dancer in Giselle. Not Talia Lassiter, understudy, hidden in the wings.
Maybe everything wasn't perfect. She could still hear the trickle of the toilet, and texting Jessie good night wasn't the same as popping into her room and saying it in person.
But she was that much closer to her dreams.
I can do this, she told herself firmly. She had six weeks until opening night. Six weeks to polish her steps until they shone.
At least with earplugs in and her silk eye mask on, she was dead to the world within minutes. Ready to wake up tomorrow and face her brand-new, distraction-free life.
* * *
Reed Bishop slammed down the desk phone. "Where the fuck is she?"
He checked his cell phone. Still nothing. Maybe if he glared at it a little harder, it would ring. It worked with perps he was interrogating. Too bad cell phones weren't as easily intimidated by his badge.
Across the desk, his brother Aaron looked up sharply.
"Stacey Moss," Reed grumbled by way of explanation. "She's not answering her phone. I've left her a dozen messages, and she's not calling back."
"So?" Aaron stood and reached for his suit jacket draped over the back of his desk. They'd moved out of the rank and file and didn't have to be in uniform anymore. Aaron took that to mean finely pressed suits. Reed took it to mean jeans.
But no matter how different they were, they were still brothers. Reed could read his look from a mile away. Aaron thought Reed was overreacting. Again.
"Something's wrong," Reed said with certainty. He ran a hand over his shaved head, then the grizzled scruff on his jaw. His arm flexed, making the waves tattooed up his sleeve storm and crest with the movement of his muscles underneath.
He didn't know why he felt so sure of it. He just did.
That snake writhing in his stomach wasn't tiredness or nerves, even though he'd been up for the last twenty-four hours trying to make a dent in a robbery that had left a pharmacist dead and two cashiers seriously injured. It wasn't hunger, either, even though burgers with Aaron had been hours ago.
It was just a feeling. Call it intuition. Call it his gut. Most of the time, he had no idea what the fuck he was doing. Women? Family? No clue.
But this — this, he was good at. When it came to agency work, he knew.
"She's fine, Reed," Aaron said with his usual calm.
"She might not be."
"She's a smart girl. You don't need to worry."
"She was supposed to check in if she got the signal that Jonnie had more pills to buy. I haven't heard a peep from her all day."
"Then she didn't get the signal." When Reed didn't respond, Aaron kept talking. "Maybe she'll call over the weekend. It might not have been Jonnie's crew that robbed the pharmacy, you know."
"It was him," Reed said, tension ratcheting up inside him. "I'm sure of it."
He didn't know how to explain. "Because my tummy tells me" wasn't exactly star agent work, the kind of careful case-building that would make him a decorated lieutenant like their father had been.
But there were some feelings he couldn't ignore.
"Go home, get some sleep, wait for tomorrow," Aaron said. It wasn't unkind. It was just the way his brother was — all facts, no bullshit. Nothing went swimming around in the murky depths of his guts.
But Reed couldn't sit around doing nothing, waiting for a phone call that might never come. What if there was a problem? What if Stacey was getting cold feet about helping their case ... or something worse, and he wasn't there?
He barely heard his brother's protests as he reached for his bag and threw it over his shoulder.
"I'm going to see her," he told Aaron.
"It's late, Reed. She's probably been at rehearsal, and now she's out being a twentysomething in New York. You could stand to have a life, too, you know."
Reed shrugged. "The fact that I don't have one is why I don't mind waiting for her tonight."
"She's an informant. She knew what she was signing up for."
"Exactly!" Reed didn't mean for the outburst to come out quite so loudly. He could see heads in the office turning, looking to see what was going on. His next words came out too hard. "She trusts us. That means we're supposed to take care of her."
"You can't save everyone," Aaron said.
Reed clenched his jaw to avoid spitting out a response he might regret. His molars were going to be ground down to nothing by the end of this case.
It was easy for Aaron to tell him not to worry. Aaron was the baby of the four Bishop brothers — everyone looked out for him. He was so young when their father died, he probably didn't remember.
But Reed remembered.
When his father worked long hours, his mother would leave the hall light on so his father could find his way upstairs in the dark. Reed never fell asleep until the light switched off, which meant his dad was safely home.
But one night the light never went out, and so Reed never slept. In the morning, he learned his father had been killed in a raid, the bullet going straight through his neck, missing the bulletproof vest. An expert shot, or a lucky one? He'd never know.
The fact that the killer was locked up for life should've made him feel better, but it didn't. It all felt like such a waste.
His father had been trying to stop shipments of heroin from flowing into the city's ports. Reed's focus was on prescription pills and a rash of pharmacy robberies breaking out as desperate people tried to get their hands on whatever painkillers they could. Same shit, different day. The battle was endless and exhausting. He just wanted to see progress. He wanted people to stop dying. He wanted there to be a way to help.
And right now, his best chance at making that happen wasn't returning his calls.
He grabbed Stacey's key out of his desk drawer. She'd given it to him after he'd started worrying that one of Jonnie's guys could sweet talk his way into her apartment if her cover was blown, and Reed would have no way to intervene. Stacey had turned it over without blinking.
He got the feeling she wouldn't have minded if he'd taken advantage of the arrangement and come over a lot more often ... without bothering to talk about the case.
But he never mixed business and pleasure.
He only had time for one of those things, anyway.
"Are we really going over there now?" Aaron asked, eyeing the key in Reed's hand.
Reed knew that if he said the word, Aaron would follow his lead.
But he shook his head. No way could he drag his little brother into some foolhardy late-night trip to Brooklyn based on nothing more than a few noisy gurgles in his gut.
"Go home to Maggie," he said. "She had a doctor's appointment today, right? Text me a picture of the ultrasound when you get home."
He could see Aaron's relief to be off the hook. That his youngest brother was married and had a kid on the way never ceased to blow his mind. At one point, it had seemed as though Reed would be the first to settle down, raise a family, do all the things their dad had valued.
Then his fiancée, Lisa, left him before the wedding. It was her or the job, she said. While he wasn't sure what advice his father would have given, he knew there was only one choice he could make.
Which was why tonight he had all the time in the world to head to Brooklyn to check on an informant, while Aaron, baby-faced and beaming, went home to his pregnant wife.
Any feelings Reed might have had about it, he shoved down into those murky depths, way too deep to reach them. Once he might have wanted that life, but it wasn't for him. He had work to do and other ways he was needed. The whole ride out to Brooklyn, he turned the worried feeling over inside himself, examining its contours, pressing on its sides.
It had been two days since he'd last heard from Stacey. Not that long to go without hearing from an informant.
But she'd been so sure she'd have a chance to buy more pills from Jonnie soon. Pills Reed knew Jonnie stole. Pills Jonnie had killed for. Pills Reed could use to build an airtight case that would put the West gang away for good.
He didn't like putting Stacey in danger. But he'd busted her trying to lift pills from a hospital after she had back surgery, and this was their exchange. Instead of jail time, she got treatment. But she had to work for him, too.
When Reed got to her stop, he walked briskly out of the subway and over to her building. The night was cool, but he barely felt it. He was only focused on Stacey, on Jonnie, on bringing home this case. On his father, on that last raid. How much he needed to make this work, make lieutenant, make his father's memory proud.
He looked up and frowned. Her apartment was dark. Maybe Aaron was right and she was out. Maybe she was asleep. He needed to be patient, give her more time to call. He needed to learn how to chill.
He pushed open the front door to her building and took the stairs two at a time. He didn't want to buzz to announce his presence. Not if one of Jonnie's guys was there. Not if something was wrong.
And if Aaron was right, and everything was fine? It was better to be safe than sorry. He'd check on her, and then he'd go home, pour himself a whiskey, and finally crash.
When he reached her door, he pressed his ear to the outside. He didn't hear anything. He didn't know if that meant he should knock, enter, or turn away. Someone could be waiting in the darkness for him, knowing he'd come looking if she didn't check in. Or else he was being an idiot, and Stacey was out doing shots on the Lower East Side with her friends and would stumble home pissed as hell at him for invading her privacy.
Let her be pissed. He'd rather she be mad than in trouble.
Quietly, he slipped the key in the lock and pushed open the door.
It was dark inside and absolutely silent, except for the usual drip from her toilet that he'd never been able to fix. He took a breath. Now what?
He was about to leave when something caught his eye.
Or not something, but everything. It was like his subconscious noticed the changes first, before the rest of him caught up. Instinct. Intuition. That feeling in his gut.
The studio was dark, but he could see the shapes of things piled on the kitchen counter. Stacey was neat and organized, everything in its place.(Continues…)
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Amazing story. Loved it!
Reed and Talia really burn up the pages in this story. When Reed inadvertently mistakes Talia for Stacey a woman who was helping them with a case, things heat up in more ways than one. When he suggests that she stay at his place until they get their suspect their bond continues to solidify bit Reed is having misgivings when it comes to a committed relationship thanks to his last one and Talia has her own baggage she is carrying around as well. Will they put aside their misgivings and look at what they have right in front of them before its too late? I voluntarily agreed to receive an ARC of this book for an honest review.
This is Reed and Talia’s book Reed works for the DEA and is hoping to get a big promotion ,Talia is a ballerina and she gets sort of a big promotion when her show that she’s in as an understudy, the main girl drops out she just so happens to be the same girl that Reed is looking for she’s his informant but she gets spooked and takes off. This book was really really good I think I enjoy this more than the first book although the first book was good I like this one!! it was really exciting It had some suspense , it was super hot and just an all-around fun read I definitely enjoyed this one! Don’t miss out on this one it’s well worth the read! Thank you net galley and the publishers for sharing this book with me !I can’t wait for more from this author!!
This book was a lot of fun. I loved the characters and although the original meet cute seemed pretty implausible, the connection, the chemistry and the conflict between these two felt authentic to me. It helps that I am a sucker for a grumpy hero with a sweet side. I will definitely be looking for more books from Rebecca Brooks.
4.5 Stars One day, I will learn to not doubt authors. Wrong Bed, Right Girl is the second book in Rebecca Brooks’s Accidental Love series. I thought the first book, Wrong Bed, Right Roommate was perfect. I couldn't fathom how Rebecca could pull off another wrong bed book but she did. In Wrong Bed, Right Girl, Talia Lassiter finds herself the principal ballerina of the New York City Ballet, after the original principal had to leave unexpectedly for a family emergency. With Stacey having to leave so quickly, she offers to allow Talia to sublease her small, cramped studio apartment. Reed Bishop is a DEA agent gunning for the position of lieutenant. To do so, he must crack the case of several pharmacy robberies, including one where someone was killed. He finally has someone he thinks is a reliable informant in Stacey Moss. When Reed doesn’t hear from Stacey, he goes to her apartment to check on her, fearing her association with him has been discovered. In the darkness of the apartment, Reed trips over a box and finds himself falling on top of Talia. When the dust settles, Reed realizes Stacey had to have skipped town because she was afraid. Reed knows the guy he's after is dangerous and that Talia being in Stacey's apartment puts her in danger. Since it's the middle of the night, Reed offers to let Talia stay at his apartment, until she can find somewhere else to stay or until he can find some place for her. What starts out as an offer to stay at his place for a night or maybe a week turns into so much more. Talia is the first woman Reed has truly been interested in since his fiance left him. He loves his job and doesn’t want to give it up. For this reason, he thinks “I’m not a good guy to be around.” Talia isn't anything like Reed expected. She's loud, bold, independent. She says what she thinks. She has a heart of gold and a small devilish streak, “She was going to make this uptight man lose control if it was the last thing she did.” That she does and then some. On paper, Reed and Talia don't make sense. Reed’s guarded and reserved. He's all business and hardly ever smiles. Talia is smart, funny, and engaging. Their differences are what make them so perfect for each other. How can I forget about the chemistry between these two? Talia and Reed are hawt together! Anyone within arm's length of these two risks getting burned. Prepare yourself to fall in love with these two, as they get to know each other and realize that sometimes being in the wrong place is actually the right place to be. **Received a copy of the book from the publisher and voluntarily reviewed.**
This is a voluntary review of an advanced copy. After finishing the book, I can finally stop holding my breath and sign in relief! I was just not sure that Reed would finally admit he had deep feelings for Talia (love) and want the m-word. The book really takes you on a journey as they start to fall for each other and then you can see the love between them and want them to make it but you know that Reed has issues from a past relationship and his thinking that he can't have a relationship as a DEA agent. When he lets Talia walk away, it is just so heartbreaking but I love her strength that she finally moves on and knows that she will be alright and won't let this affect her performance in Giselle. I enjoyed the previous story with Talia's brother and Jessie and I really hope that we will see what is going on with Rose and her fiance or Amanda and her secret crush - those sound like they will be fun to read!
Wrong Bed, Right Girl is a fun, steamy read. The chemistry between Talia and Reed is off the charts, and almost lets you forget that the reason why they're "forced" to share a teeny, tiny apartment is...well, kind of forced. It's hard to argue with the results here, though, which is a forced proximity romance that is at turns sweet and smoking between two characters who it would be next to impossible not to root for. (And I was not Talia's number one fan in the first book, so that's saying something!) You really don't have to have read the first book ( Wrong Bed, Right Roommate ) to enjoy this one--the bits you do need to know (why Talia needs a place to stay) are explained straight off; beyond that Jessie and Shawn play small roles here as BFF and brother, and you're fine not knowing their backstory when it comes to enjoying this one. That said, Ms. Brooks has been teasing us for two books now with Rose's mysterious fiance/boyfriend/possible (probable!) bad idea--please tell me we're getting her story next?!?! Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
OMG, where do I start. I love, love, love, gruff, rough around the edges Reed Bishop. I like that he is so tender and loving to Talia while not even realizing it. I like that Talia Lassiter is such a strong character and that she knew what she wanted and even when she was at a low, she was still able to focus on something that meant so much to her and to go and do it even when it was so uncomfortable and could possibly end badly. This was a well written, well crafted story. Thank you for the opportunity to love this book.
Talia and Reed meet baby accident when she ends up subletting the apartment of a fellow ballerina who also happens to be Reed's informant in a drug case. I enjoyed the story; despite a somewhat farfetched premise, it was well paced and the characters were likable and had plenty of chemistry. This was a new author to me and I will look into her other books. Thanks to NetGalley for providing an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
when reed bishop corners the woman he believes to be his informant at her studio apartment in wrong bed, right girl, he's more than a little surprised to discover someone else in her place. but not knowing whether or not his informant has been made, and being in the middle of a big drug case means that he can't just leave the stranger behind. so he brings talia home. and then she doesn't leave. and it's okay, because he doesn't want her to leave. because there's that spark that flutters every time she's in the same room. and he is afraid to acknowledge it. and he's afraid that holding on to it will snuff it out. but it's there. and talia feels it too. she tries to leave and then, she doesn't. and all of a sudden, instead of strangers, they're roommates and then a couple. and so when the inevitable freak out happens, it's because they've moved so quickly that their feelings are so involved when they lash out and it hurts. but feelings like those aren't meant to be ignored. this was an enjoyable category romance, and i look forward to more books in this series. **wrong bed, right girl will publish on may 13, 2019. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/entangled publishing (brazen) in exchange for my honest review.
This is a fun read. I enjoyed the story and characters are also amazing. It starts with a simple misunderstanding and then became so much more. Reed never thought that he'd ever date let alone fall in love again but Talia is the kind of woman he simply can't resist. She sees through his defences and knows the man beneath. She understands him like no one else and she seems to care a great deal about him. His scars run deep and might end up hurting her as well. Can he take a chance and pretend that all is well in his world? Talia isn't looking for someone special. It wasn't so long ago when she had thought that she already had a special person in her life. That had not ended well. In fact, none of her past relationship ended well. She always attracts the wrong kind of guys until Reed. He is nice and he makes her heart flutter but how much of this is real? Reed doesn't seem interested in anything long-term and she must protect her heart. It's very well written story, kind of adorable and super romantic. I really enjoyed how Talia and Reed interacted right from the beginning. It was so obvious that these two are meant fro each other. I definitely recommend this book to all romance lovers.
This is book #2, in the Accidental Love series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. For reader understanding and to avoid spoilers, I recommend reading this series in order. Talia has just won her freedom. Another dancer in her troupe has left from an emergency, she gets a small apartment and principal position. Then she abruptly meets him. Reed is just doing his job. If he does not do his due diligence, people die. He wants to solve this case without losing innocent lives. Then he meets her. The attraction for both of them is immediate. The chemistry is spot on and the heat just builds. I loved that we learned about both of them as individuals, and that they brought out more in each other. Had great humor, and yet was still serious and sweet at times. ***This ARC copy was given in exchange for an honest review by Netgalley and its publisher.
Oh Talia, how I loved thee! She is such a fantastic character. She is silly, so very talkative, has no filter, shows every emotion on her face, but cares deeply. She is total opposite of Reed, but yet they are similar in their desire to protect their hearts. Their connection was instantaneous and sizzling. Goodness gracious alive did their scenes burn up the pages. They were wickedly sexy and dirty together, throwing caution to the wind. Delicious! But when she was sad, that made me feel her sadness. Talia is such a vibrant personality, that it was a little hard to read her struggles. Thankfully we are blessed with a delicious happy ending. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
This book had me at narcotics (DEA) agent and ballerina. It would be difficult to find two more opposite people, but it spoke to me on a personal level for many reasons (former ballerina here, for one). The author hit the nail on the head with numerous details for both professions but was a little stronger on the DEA attitudes and worries. I would have liked to have seen a little more of Talia’s rehearsals to balance the war she felt with herself. Most primas I knew would never let a guy distract them from the lead in “Giselle.” But that’s being nitpicky, because oh holy hotness for the sexy time scenes! Wow! I thought everything was well-balanced and very realistic and would definitely recommend this book. Visit my blog at Fireflies and Free Kicks Fiction Reviews for more of the reasons this was a personal one for me! Thank you to Entangled Publishing and NetGalley for a complimentary pre-release digital ARC.
He was just doing his job, tracking down his lead informant and suddenly Reed Bishop is falling head-first into the wrong woman’s bed. Because it is no longer safe, he can’t let Talia stay in her apartment so now she is sleeping in his bed, there are pink tights in his bathroom, pointe shoes next to his boots and he’s having fantasies that refuses to give into. This romance is very entertaining and so full of sizzling chemistry that readers can feel the heat as it burns up the pages. The characters are strong, captivating and easily draw readers into their story which is quite an amusing blend of passion, cheek and denial. Reed is determined to keep Talia at arm’s length and Talia is just as determined that her career should come first, especially both of them have some emotional issues left over from past relationships. This keeps this relationship on a bit of a rollercoaster ride and readers experience a whole range of emotions along the way including a quite a bit of chuckles. The story has a bit of suspense going on Reed tries to unravel his case but it kind of takes a back seat to the romance of the story but is this is no way damages this story because it does play it’s part in it as with a surprising twist Talia takes a dangerous leap. The plot is fast paced and has a cute, witty dialogue that really makes the story and the relationship pop with a certain flair and readers can’t help but enjoy this cute, charming and emotional story.
This is the second book in this series and I was really excited to read it. After reading the first book I was so excited to read Talia’s story. Reed and Talia have a lot of chemistry going on between them. Reed is a DEA agent and Talia is a ballet. From their first meeting they click together. This book has just the right amount of drama and romance. While reading this book my emotions were all over the place. Sometimes that was because the story line was very frustrating at times. That is what made this such a great read. Thanks Net Galley. I voluntarily reviewed this book in exchange for an honest review.
When ballerina Talia agrees to not only take the principal role but also the apartment of her company's star dancer, she isn't expecting to find a bald, bearded hunk barging into the joint in the middle of the night. Turns out Talia is now in the middle of what was supposed to be a drug-bust, and she has nowhere to live. But sexy DEA agent Reed Bishop, gruff, grumpy, and apparently unable to resist Talia's charms, offers up his bed (he'll sleep on the couch) while they figure out the case. Of course, Talia and Reed find they won't mind sharing the bed after all. A classic forced proximity romance with sparkling characters, hot sex scenes, and overall just super fun. Not heavy, very White for being set in NYC, but a fun time! I especially enjoyed Talia. She's bratty, smart, and takes what she wants, even as Reed grumbles about it. The break between these two felt realistic, and the grovel at the end was A+! I'll definitely be reading more Rebecca Brooks. I received a free copy in exchange for a fair review. Thank you Netgalley!
Wrong Bed, Right Girl by Rebecca Brooks a five-star read you would get into bed with. This author is fast becoming someone I would happily pick up when I’m in the mood for cute and funny, with a side of fruity/gripping story. It can be a little far fetched as Talia and Reed are polar opposites, but do you know what, I was in the mood to shelve my brain and just enjoy a fun read and this gave me so much joy. If you want deep and meaningful then move on but if you want funny, with a great meet cute then you need this novel in your life. I honestly can’t wait for the next novel from this author.
Loved this book! This is a thoroughly entertaining story about opposites attracting with Reed, the growly DEA agent, and Talia, the ballerina who suddenly finds herself homeless after Reed crashes into her life. Their odd co-habitation begins - along with their attraction to each other. I loved Talia's character - as a somewhat insecure ballerina struggling to make it in NYC. She felt real with her insecurities and body imperfections. Reed is the perfect balance to her as the focused agent with a damaged heart. I loved how they interacted together and, together, became something even better. If you enjoy the genre, you will love this book. I'm adding the author to my must read authors' list. While this novel is part of a series, this is a stand alone book.
This is the first book I've read by Rebecca Brooks and I just purchased the first in the Accidental Love series, Wrong Bed, Right Roommate. I only wish the series would continue. The book has everything I love in a story; humor, steam, sexy characters, suspense and a sweet woman that refuses to back down from a big bad tough DEA agent that pretends he isn't as attracted to her as she is to him. I admire Talia for her tenacity and dedication to her starring role in Giselle, but also her desire to lure Reed into her arms. Reed fights his desire for Talia as long as possible but melts like butter in her hands. He may be a tough guy to the rest of the world but to Talia he's a big gruff teddy bear. This is a delightful story that is a quick read and a fun love story! Thank you to Netgalley and Entangled Publishing for introducing me to Rebecca Brooks.