Nothing But Trouble, an all new standalone Contemporary Romance by P. Dangelico is live!
Reagan Reynolds...
Water polo god.
Owner of a face that belongs under Wikipedia’s definition of drop dead gorgeous.
Too charming for his own good.
But most importantly––the worst driver on the planet.
No, really, I’m pretty sure his blind nana taught him how to drive.
I had no idea who he was until he almost ran me over. And frankly, I kind of wish I still didn’t because then I wouldn’t have a sprained ankle to show for it. And my leg wouldn’t resemble a boa constrictor that’s swallowed a feral pig.
Yeah, it’s that bad.
I’ve spent years saving every penny I’ve ever earned to be able to transfer to Malibu University. And now my entire future––including my scholarship––is in jeopardy.
So I either accept the help he insists on giving me, or lose everything I’ve sacrificed for.
In the meantime, I’m going to ignore the fact that we’re becoming friends.
And I’m definitely going to pretend he’s not turning into the object of my…umm, dirty fantasies.
That’s not happening.
Not even a little.
Because the minute I clapped eyes on him I knew he was nothing but trouble.
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BOOK REVIEW
Alice is off to college and will be on her own for the first time in Malibu. She worked so hard for the scholarship she landed and knows what is at stake. So she makes sure that she sets herself up for success. Until she has to dive off the sidewalk to keep from being hit by a Jeep.
The first thing she knows there is someone to help her and she tells him quickly she doesn’t want police involved or medical care. She knows that she can’t afford it especially after her $3k clunker crapped out on her after two days. Hence the walking to school.
Less does she realize she just met someone she wouldn’t soon forget. He tried to help her as much as he can but she denies any help other than the Water Polo doctor who could look at her ankle. Luckily the Captain of the team, Reagan, is there to help her. Even though she says she doesn’t want help he can’t help but want to help her since he caused her to be injured but she is super quick to tell him to buzz off.
Like a dog with a bone Reagan can’t help but constantly think of her and how he can help her. So he sends out the word for the phone tree within the team and housemates to try to find Alice. She has no footprint on social media and nothing on the school social website. She is like a ghost. Until he remembered she said she was a film major.
He is quick to help her even though she doesn’t want it. They quickly start spending more and more time together and they see what it could be. IF they were a couple.
There was soooo much sexual tension between these two especially later on in the book. And as much as I love some good sexual tension to make things even spicier it became a bit much when neither one of them would just say how they felt. It because super annoying that the book went on and on and on about how the felt for each other but no one would say anything. Until FINALLY they spoke up about it. There was a fair amount of back and forth with these two and as much as I loved their banter back and forth there was a bit too much with the not saying anything bit.
I loved how these two had their pasts and their presents and what issues lay within those times. Everyone has these which makes them even more relatable. I really appreciated how much the issues at hand are something that has touched someone at one point or another within their lives!
My heart was absolutely broken for Alice and for Reagan. Even though there was fault in one place, it’s understandable but sucks the way things happened.
I am so excited about the next installment in this series I can hardly wait!!
Excerpt:
Alice
A strong gust of hot air invades the car and Reagan’s hair gets ruffled. It’s been like this the last few weeks. Crazy hot winds picking up now and then. Mine is literally standing on end. I’m forced to hold it down with both hands.
“The Santa Anas,” he says as if reading my mind. I look over and find him smiling at me. “The hot wind.” He swirls his index finger.
I let go of my hair, close my eyes, and let it have its way with me. It stands instantly upright, like I stuck my finger in a socket. I’m sure I look like an idiot but it makes me laugh, a burst of pure joy emanating from my chest that can’t be contained any more than the wind can.
“Nice hair,” he mocks with a teasing smile.
“Thanks, Flipper.”
“I thought we established that it’s not a dolphin.”
“You’re not going to like me saying this, but you’re more dolphin than shark,” I happily point out. He’s always perky and upbeat, likes to socialize, loves all the attention. He’s a dolphin––whether he likes it or not.
He levels narrowed green vengeance on me, offset by a sly smile. “I’m the top of the food chain, babe. I’m all shark.”
“That’s adorable. Especially coming from someone that wears a swim cap like my nana used to wear. Except yours has those darling cinnamon buns over the ears. Like Princess Leia.”
He fights his amusement. “Those cinnamon buns are meant to protect my ears from all the rough, manly activity. And I’m tellin’ on you. I’m tellin’ all the guys you said that.”
The Jeep comes to an abrupt stop. Only then do I realize we’re parked in front of the apartment building where my study group is being held. Scanning the parking lot, I see people I recognize from class pouring out of a car.
My attention returns to Reagan and I find him watching me. His smile melts. His expression grows serious like he rarely ever is. I rake my hair down and get my fingers snagged on a few knots. Unfortunately I’m not the comb-carrying type.
Mental note: purchase comb. Crazy winds are afoot.
“Thank you for driving me.” I look for some sign of what’s going on in his mind and finding the door shut.
“What time should I pick you up?” He reaches out and I lean away, staring at his hand. “Chill, Bailey. You have a piece sticking up.”
“Oh…okay.” He’s trying to be helpful and I treat him like he’s a festering case of the bubonic plague. How embarrassing.
I lean in and he sets about gently brushing down each and every one of my stray hairs, so gently I can barely feel him picking apart the knots. I can feel his breath on my skin. Fresh from a shower, I can smell his shampoo. My scalp tingles and goose bumps break out on my forearms. Lord give me strength.
About P. Dangelico:
P. Dangelico loves romance in all forms, cuddly creatures (four legged and two), really bloody sexy pulp, the NY Jets (although she’s reconsidering after this season), and to while away the day at the barn (apparently she does her best thinking shoveling horse crap). What she’s not enamored with is referring to herself in the third person and social media so don’t expect her to get on Twitter anytime soon. Oh, and although she was born in Italy, she’s been Jersey Strong since she turned six.
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