Hunter O’Shea is a player. He doesn’t do relationships or entanglements. He is, however, enthralled by Mary Mitts, the gorgeous and sassy redhead who happens to be best friends with his best friend’s fiance. For some reason, she has the power to make Hunter think about all of the things he doesn’t want out of life, such as a real relationship, and possibly even the “L” word.
Hunter will just need to up his game and player status . . . unfortunately, the only woman he wants is Mary.
Mary Mitts has been burned in the past and made to feel worthless. Guys don’t stick around. So, pursuing anything with a player is definitely off the table, even if she is crazy attracted to him. When she needs his home and office to design in order to finish her final project for her Interior Design degree however, they begin spending way too much time together, and the explosive chemistry has them both breaking their own no relationships rules. Can they make it last, though, or will it simply be a lust filled fling?
I adore a book with sassy talking rapport filled with innuendos and sarcasm, and The Hunt had that in spades. Both Hunter and Mary use talk as a way to deflect their own true feelings which gives readers some truly entertaining dialogue.
While Hunter and Mary cat and mouse around their relationship, we learn a bit more about why they are both have issues with committing. Neither are great at admitting their feelings and they both have trust issues. When the beautiful Kiera enters the game and begins playing both Hunter and Mary, all bets are off and the tenuous strings holding Hunter and Mary together are thoroughly tested.
Overall, this is a really fun read with great banter, sexy scenes, comedic intervals, intrigue and some heart-felt romance. There were a few spots where the plot seemed to slow down and drag a bit for me, as I enjoy a faster pace, but I enjoyed Hunter and Mary immensely. 4 stars.
About the Book:
My name is Hunter O’Shea and I have a confession to make…I’ve met a girl who consumes me. I know that makes me sound completely whipped, but Mary “Lamb” Mitts has the power to bring me to my knees…it’s just too bad she hates my guts. But that’s okay, because I hate hers, too. The fiery redhead stirs something in me that I can’t explain.
This temporary insanity could be due to the fact my best friend, who used to be a bigger player than me, is getting married. That must be it. I’m caught up in an Oprah moment.
The only solution is to get back in the game and forget she exists. That theory is great—too bad I don’t want anyone else.
I’m so screwed.
About Monica James:
Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare, and Emily Dickinson.
When she is not writing, Monica is busy running her own business, but she always finds a balance between the two. She enjoys writing honest, heartfelt, and turbulent stories, hoping to leave an imprint on her readers. She draws her inspiration from life.
She is a bestselling author in the U.S., Australia, Canada, and the U.K.
Monica James resides in Melbourne, Australia, with her wonderful family, and menagerie of animals. She is slightly obsessed with cats, chucks, and lip gloss, and secretly wishes she was a ninja on the weekends.
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