on March 16, 2017
Genres: Adult, Enemies to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Sports Romance
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Tanner Harris has been busy shagging his way through the ladies of east London, but getting caught by the paparazzi buck-naked with his trouser snake in his hands means he’s sowed his last wild oat.
Dr. Belle Ryan once thought Tanner Harris was the perfect kind of bearded bad boy she needed to relieve a bit of stress after her intense job as a surgical fellow, but an icy cold rejection from London’s sluttiest footballer puts the two at each other’s throats.
Fate and a favour conspire to put Tanner and Belle back in each other’s paths and they’re forced to do a lot more than get along to save face and their careers.
Rage turns to passion and tempers run sizzling hot when they realise they aren’t just falling for each other—they’re jumping head first. And neither have the endurance to keep their hands to themselves.
***Releasing March 16***
The Harris brothers. Footballers. Twins. Yes, please.
In Challenge we met Camden, Tanner’s other 1/2 if you will and while that book was funny and swoony in it’s own right, Endurance blew it out of the water for me. It was HILARIOUS, sweet and eye opening. It was jam packed with things that I was not expecting at all and I know Amy’s style so it was a very pleasant surprise to read several underlying messages here.
Tanner is the man-bunned, bearded twin that legit had me swooning and laughing way past my bedtime. He’s a known womanizer but not everything is as it seems when your a famous athlete. One flop of a night set the tone for this lustful love story and I thoroughly enjoyed the ride. Also, I LOVE this family. The Harris’s are so tight knit and so strong individually because of that bond. My family is the same way as is my relationship with my own brother. So to read what Cam and Tanner have pulled at my black heartstrings.
Belle Ryan, Indie’s best friend and vivacious doctor who gets tangled up so to speak with Tanner is a force. I fell in love with her instantly. Everything about her was just perfect. She may not agree but she is. I love the way Tanner makes sure of that, to make sure that she knows and believes it. I need to touch on that for a hot second. This book, as I said was full of surprises for me. They were wonderful as I said but also super important. Amy tackles the issue of body image that a good majority of women struggle with and executes it phenomenally. Love and accept yourself, plain and simple. I LOVED the way that Amy navigated Tanner’s feelings about the issue. We as women often feel that we need to look a certain way or we feel that men want certain things. Yes, I know that’s bullshit but there are people who have this way of thinking. If you don’t that’s great for you, but others do and it’s a constant struggle to try and live up to certain standards, especially ones set by this f**ked up society. I don’t mean to make my main point here the body image issue but the fact that Amy addresses that in this book is nothing short of amazing. Eat the damn cake and chocolate, drink the damn margarita or wine. You get ONE life and this ONE body. Embrace your beauty AND your imperfections.
I have to mention a secondary character here. Sedge. He’s everything. That’s all I’m saying. Tanner is everything and so is Belle. All of Amy’s secondary characters are amazing and supportive but Sedge won me over from the word “go.” I love him and want to put him in my pocket.
For one hot second, let’s take away the hidden messages here. Tanner and Belle’s story is nothing short of amazing. At one point, I wanted to shake her but understood why she was the way that she was. And, isn’t that what love is? Unconditional love and understanding of the other person? That’s exactly what Tanner does for Belle. Tanner is what Belle needed and SHE didn’t even know it and that’s what I loved about their story. Neither of them knew it was the other person that they needed in life.
I cheers my beer with hers and chug the rest down. I drop the bottle and begin swirling Indie around in a childish spin that sends us both flying in different directions and crashing to the ground. Hot, sweaty hands wrap around me and pull me to my feet.
“Thank you, Good Samaritan,” I slur, turning to face my gallant saviour.
When my eyes glance up and focus, I’m stunned by the bearded vision before me. “You look like a guy I know!”
He clutches his hands firmly around my waist and holds me to him. “You look like a girl I want to know.”
I laugh half-heartedly and try to pull away.
“Are you trying to leave me, lass?” he slurs into my ear.
I frown and my head bobbles. “How could I leave you, Jesus? You’re God’s son…You’re everywhere.” I throw my hands out wide to punctuate my “everywhere” and attempt to stumble away.
He grabs me again, this time his hands dipping lower to my arse. My good mood evaporates instantly. “Hey!” I shout. “Watch your fucking hands!”
I attempt to shove him away, but he feels like one of those doors that you push when you’re supposed to pull. He doesn’t budge. He leans in close and whispers in my ear, “I’d like to put my hands on your tight little—”
Right when I’m about ready to punch the wank stain in his vile mouth, I nearly fall over as a strange momentum spins me away. The man’s hands are no longer groping me. They are now pinned deftly behind his back by no other than—
“Tanner?” I utter with a gasp, my hands covering my mouth at the shock of the scene before me.
“Shove the fuck off, you disgusting prat, before I turn your wrist into a pretzel.” Tanner pushes him into a nearby table, and the man almost topples over but catches himself before scurrying away without a look back.
Blue, angry eyes swerve to me. “Ryan,” Tanner growls, slicing a hand through his hair to get it off of his face. “I’ve texted you like twenty times.”
“I…I…I haven’t looked at my mobile in a while.”
“No fucking shit.” His bearded jaw is taut with anger. “I’m taking you home.”
He reaches out for my arm but I yank it away from him.
“No, you’re not.”
His shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath. “I’m taking you home. You’re completely pissed.”
My eyes narrow. “Of course I am. It’s Tequila Sunrise night.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” he snaps. “Let’s go.”
I shoot him a murderous look when a voice interrupts us. “I’ve got mine. You got yours?” I turn to see Camden holding a sleepy-looking Indie against his body.
Determination slices through Tanner’s voice. “I’ve got her.”
I turn to face him, stumbling a bit as I wag my finger in his face. “Hey, I am not yours!” Suddenly, Tanner bends over and I’m airborne for a second, landing heavily on top of his shoulder. “Are you fucking kidding me, Harris?” I begin pounding on his back but it’s to no avail. “I’m in a dress. My arse is hanging out for all of England!”
“Your arse was hanging out when you spread out on the floor a minute ago. I’m taking you home, Ryan. Even if you’re kicking and screaming.”
“You’re such an arrogant arsehole!” My hands stop their assault on Tanner’s backside in favour of covering my rump. This is mortifying. I hang my head and let my hair cover my face, praying like fuck I don’t see anyone I know. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Believe it, woman.” Tanner pauses at the door and turns his body so my head is facing a different direction. “Now, tell this nice man I’m not a rapist.”
A bouncer-looking bloke turns his head upside down to make eye contact with me. I mumble, “He’s not a rapist. Just a walking dead man.” I straighten a bit with my crescendoed scream. The bouncer lets out a hearty laugh that dumps hot coals into the pit of my belly. So not the reaction I was looking for.
He moves to let us pass and then Tanner drops me down in front of a cab. I ball up my fists and wallop him a few times. “I’m not a petulant child, you animal.”
He doesn’t even flinch.
I exhale in concession and fold myself in behind Indie and Camden. When we’re all in the cab and it begins moving, Tanner breaks the silence with a surprisingly jovial tone. “Well, did you all have a fun night?”