Erin Upton is too embarrassed to tell the cops what she was really doing while her townhouse was burglarized, especially since the first officer on the scene is former nuisance next door Charlie Dwyer. Where’s the justice in the world when a neighborhood know-it-all grows up to be six-foot-three inches of solid muscle with gorgeous green eyes and a slow, sexy please-arrest-me-now-officer smile? It’s bad enough she’s wearing her robe and slippers—did he have to notice her fuzzy hand cuffs on the bathroom sink?
He’s arrogant as he ever was, which is fine by her—she’s too busy with her dance studio’s grand opening to make time for a man. But they keep crossing paths, and
when Charlie offers to help her put in new flooring at the studio one night, things go from hammering nails to hammering each other in a hurry. And about those hand cuffs…
They agree it’s a one-time thing. But when that becomes a two-time thing, then a three-time thing, Erin starts to wonder if maybe she and Charlie could be a life-time thing. Her best friends Mia and Coco found love in unexpected places. Is it finally her turn?
“Stop it. I’m not perfect. I’m not what you think.”
Charlie tilted his head. “No?”
I licked my lips. “You think I’m a joke. The “Teacher’s Pet. The Homecoming Queen. The Goody Two Shoes who likes everything just so, everything neat and clean. Well, I don’t, you know. Like everything clean.”
Charlie said nothing at first. But his stillness told me he was intrigued. A lovely little ache blossomed between my legs.
“You like some things dirty. Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes,” I whispered, butterflies rioting in my belly.
“I’m not sure you do.”
Slowly, he came off the counter. Bracing my hands behind my hips, I opened my knees, and he stepped between them, sliding his hands up the tops of my thighs. He was so tall, I had to tilt my head back to look at him. Up close his chest was even more imposing, and his shoulders seemed to dwarf mine. Gooseflesh rippled down my arms, and my breaths came fast.
By contrast, Charlie seemed completely in control. His breathing was slow and measured, his hands moving over my hips and beneath my sweatshirt. His eyes stayed locked on mine as his palms slid up the sides of my ribcage and back down, spanning my waist. “Such a tiny little thing.”
“Scared you’ll break me?”
“Yes.” In the near dark, his blue eyes looked black.
In less than a second, Charlie pulled off three moves that had me gasping for air—he yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and kicked my heels apart so my legs were spread and I was bent over the island, arms pinned behind my back. His legs pressed the backs of my thighs, and his hips pushed against my ass.
He was hard.
The power went out completely.
Oh my fucking God.
“Panting, I lay my cheek on the cool marble, unsure of what to do next. Between my ears, the message was this is scary. Between my legs, it was this is hot.
“No, don’t give up. Fight me. Come on. Struggle.” His voice was different now—deeper, quieter even, yet more intimidating.
Adrenaline coursed through my body, my heart pounding with fear, with arousal, with shock. I tried moving my arms—he pulled them tighter, clamped my wrists harder. I tried moving my legs—he pinned my hips against the marble, his erection pushing firmly into my flesh. I flexed my fingers—he laughed softly.
“That’s it. Try everything. Scream if you like.”
I couldn’t scream even if I wanted to. It felt like the darkness had weight, like it was bearing down on my back with a force stronger than gravity. Breathing required all the lung strength I had, and I wasn’t even sure I could keep that up.
“Tell me I’m hurting you.”
He was hurting me.
But I liked it.
He yanked my arms mercilessly behind me. “Tell me.”
“You’re hurting me,” I said weakly.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Stop.” Don’t stop.
“Tell me you don’t want this from me.”
“I don’t—want this—from you.” Each word was its own struggle. I meant the words, and yet I didn’t. I wanted him, but knew I shouldn’t. And was this only a game? Was he just testing me? Or, worse, was he back there laughing at me in the dark? I had no way to tell.
“Good girl. You don’t want this from me, sweet thing.” He backed off slightly and somehow imprisoned both my wrists with one of his hands. The other one snaked around to my belly.
And down the front of my pants.
I think it says a lot about an author when their books get better and better. Consistency is hard to find. When Melanie started off the Frenched series with such a great book, I had high expectations. And Mel? She did not let me down.
Frenched and Forked both hit my Must Read List. Floored somehow topped them both, becoming my favorite of the series. Melanie’s writing is so bloody unique and brilliant. The humor, strong heroines, and realistic plots make for a winning combination.
Floored was perfect. The delicate intertwining of characters you’ve come to love from the series, the steamy, left hand worthy sex, the love and life situations that make you feel such a connection to every word you read… it’s all there and more.
When you read Floored, any of the series, you become immersed. You find yourself laughing along with old friends, cheering for their triumphs, feeling disheartened for their tragedies… Melanie’s writing is something you shouldn’t miss. This quirky group of women and their struggles through love and life are something I’ve come to cherish. The ending to this series was bittersweet, but the epilogue gave the readers everything they needed. Each character has purpose and builds to the foundation of the plot. I found this book truly flawless. Read this series.
Melanie Harlow, I adore you so much. #AuthorWife I hope you are so proud of this series. It has been a pure joy to read your words and I look forward to what may come.
From the opening scene with her Brad Pitt fantasy, I knew Erin was my girl. I’ve mentioned before that I expect a lot of things with Melanie Harlow’s writing, including smart, strong, funny, sexy, independent women characters. Erin was all of that and more. She is an outwardly sweet woman with a bit of a Goody Two Shoes persona but underneath that goody exterior is a seriously sexy woman. I found myself rooting for her from the very first lines. Once her confession bit started, all bets were off. Those confessions are hysterical! I was laughing out loud several times.
When we meet Charlie, he’s cocky and brash. But damn can he wear the shit out of that police uniform. He’s hot. Really hot. Apart from his swagger, good looks, and charm, there is so much more to Charlie. Like Erin, he presents one persona but underneath he’s actually sweet, thoughtful, and caring. He gets under Erin’s skin in the best possible way. He got under my skin too. And how.
The chemistry between Erin & Charlie is off the charts. Melanie Harlow’s sex scenes are seriously amazing. These intimate scenes had me panting and crossing my legs throughout. I think these are her best sex scenes yet! Confession: I almost came during that kitchen scene. You’ll know what I’m talking about.
Floored gives us that great angst that we crave. There are some deeps secrets and issues for these two to overcome. You’ll be on the edge of your seat and reading so fast dying to know what happens. Can they make it work? Do they love each other? Will he bend her over like you want him to?
Along with two remarkable main characters, we get to revisit some of our favorite old friends. Mia and Lucas. Nick and Coco. I love how they are so interconnected, and we get to see how the other couples’ lives are progressing. The friendship that these women share makes my heart sing. Cultivating deep and lasting friendships with your girlfriends has to be one of the best perks of being a woman. I absolutely adore seeing their friendship blossom.
This leaves us with the epilogue. Melanie Harlow did an amazing job wrapping up this beloved series. It was the most heartfelt and detailed epilogue I’ve ever read. It had me crying bittersweet tears. I was so happy to see where my favorite characters were going and how they ended up, yet I was sad to say goodbye. This book is a must read, and I highly recommend the entire series. Bravo, Melanie Harlow. In the end, it’s a perfect conclusion to a wonderful series.
Melanie Harlow, you Floored me! (See what I did there?) I swear Erin could be me. Other than the fact we look nothing alike, she could be my doppelganger. Erin is a good girl with a filthy side, worried about letting it out. She has things planned out in her head the way they should be. She’s very organized, and guess what? When you are that organized, of course, things never go as planned. Hello Charlie Dwyer. Where have you been all my book life? Charlie is an old childhood… friend/nemesis who re enters Erin’s life. Grown up Charlie is a cop. And my god. The sex scenes in this book were so sexy. I’m learning something about myself with these books. I’m kinky. And so is Melanie Harlow based on a few of those sex scenes. Charlie. *sigh* I loved his forcefulness. And Erin’s thoughts mimic’d what my own would have been. The chemistry between these two was perfectly written. Of course, you need some conflict to keep it interesting, and Charlie provided it. One of my favorite things about this book was the humor interspersed throughout. I loved Erin’s inner dialogue and her confessions. You’ll see what that means when you read it. This book did it all for me–Hot sex scenes; a heroine I loved; a hero who was domineering, but had a sweet side, and was a freak in the bedroom; humor; and just the right amount of tension.
Floored was funny and sexy, but it was also about friendship. The bond between Mia, Coco, and Erin was also at the center of the story. You get to see where Mia and Coco’s stories have led. The friendship between these three women is really something special. You want to be their friend. You want to have that special connection that they have. And the ending! Be still my heart. I love you Charlie. And Erin. And you too, Melanie Harlow, because Floored wrapped up this series perfectly.
Life. Love. Friendship. These three words. Three very powerful words, is what basically summed up the meaning of this whole series to me. This series started with a book called Frenched. Where we met the lovely Mia. Which then led to Forked. In which we met the sexy fiery Coco. And ending with Floored and getting to know the ever charming Erin. Three ladies. All best friends. Whom all find love when they least expected it. I fell in love with these …ladies. And felt like I became their secret fourth BFF. That is how powerful Melanie’s writing is. It makes you feel like you become an extra in the story. You feel what they feel. Mel’s writing is like no other. And in Floored, she just proved herself again. It’s hard to find a book where you can be hysterically laughing and then squirming and crossing your legs all on the same page. I have not laughed this hard since reading an Alice Clayton book. Floored is my favorite in the whole series. There’s just something magical with this book. Something special.
In Floored, we meet Erin. The shy girl. The good girl. Who only dates good boys. Or priests. Does what is expected of her. And never breaks the rules or laws. Until her former childhood bully, who is now a cop, shows up at her house after her home was broken into, to write up the report. And this is where the story takes off. Charlie is no longer the punk kid. He is all grown up. In more ways than one. But Charlie doesn’t do commitment. And Erin is just looking for someone to fulfill her naughty fantasies. No strings attached. Silly, silly kids. There are so many hot sexy sexual encounters. It will literally leave you…aroused. No other way to say it. There are floors, and handcuffs, countertops, and tables, and showers, ballet bars (which is my particular favorite.) But our Charlie is hiding something. Something big. Will Erin be able to forgive and come to terms with it? Well, you will have to read to find out.
What I loved about this series is how real it can be. How sacred friendships are. This ending literally had me crying my eyes out. Out of happiness for these beautiful ladies. Like I said, Melanie has a way of making these characters feel real. You feel their happiness straight to your heart. It makes you think about your own friendships. And life. And love.
Melanie Harlow. I love you like a true friend. You are a great person. A wonderful and gifted writer. And thank you for sharing and writing this series. I so look forward to your future books. If you guys have not yet read this series or Floored. Then you truly must. It’s one of those series that will stick with you for many years. Goodbye Mia, Coco, and Erin. I will honestly miss you ladies!!
When Tucker Branch, playboy heir to Branch Bolt and Screw, screws and bolts a week before their wedding, Mia Devine wants nothing more than to crawl under her newly monogrammed sheets and plan a funeral for her dignity. But her friends convince her that bitter tastes better when it’s drowned in Bordeaux, so Mia grits her teeth and packs her bags, determined to make the best of her luxurious Paris honeymoon—alone.
She never planned on meeting Lucas Fournier.
The easygoing bartender’s scruffy good looks and less-than-sympathetic ear annoy her at first, but when she takes him up on his offer to show her around the city, she discovers that the romance of Paris isn’t just a myth.
Nor is the simultaneous O.
The last thing Mia needs is another doomed love affair, but since she only has a week, she figures she might as well enjoy la vie en O with Lucas while she can. But each day—and night—with Lucas is better than the last, and suddenly her heart is telling her this is more than a rebound fling.
Is it just the seduction of Paris…or could this be the real thing?
Twenty-eight year old Coco Thomas knows the recipe for disaster:
1) Agree to plan last-minute engagement blowout for spoiled Mafia princess before you realize her choice of caterer is Nick Lupo, a despicably gorgeous young chef with a hot new restaurant in town, a reality TV show victory, and a romantic past with you—one that did not end well.
2) Strike a deal with Nick in which you agree to spend a weekend with him in exchange for his services, under the strict conditions there will be no talking about the past, no second chances, and definitely no sex.
3) Violate all three conditions within 24 hours and spend two glorious days remembering what made you fall for the sexy, egotistical bastard in the first place, and why it hurt so much when he broke your heart.
Add one road trip, plenty of good scotch, and endless spoonfuls of chocolate cake batter drizzled over your body and licked off inch by oh-my-God-yes-right-there inch, then just admit it.
You’re totally FORKED.
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