Review: Calling It by Jen Doyle

April 14, 2016 Review 1

Review: Calling It by Jen Doyle

"Sexy and sweet and packing some serious heat. CALLING IT is a debut home run." ~ Marina Adair #1 national bestselling author of Summer in Napa

Baseball player Nathan Hawkins needs to get away from Chicago. After a near career-ending car accident and with paparazzi surrounding his penthouse, Nate can only think of one place to go: home. But when he finds his old apartment occupied by a half-naked woman wielding a baseball bat, he's not sure what to think...except that maybe his luck has finally changed for the better.

Librarian Dorie Donelli never thought she'd get to meet her fantasy man in person--much less while she's wearing her bathrobe. To her surprise, her nearly naked run-in with Nate leads to more unclothed encounters. But Dorie is sure their fling is only temporary. As long as she remembers he'll be gone once his life gets back on track, she won't get hurt. In the meantime, she throws herself into enjoying their three weeks together before he has to report for spring training and go back to his old life.

For Nate, being with Dorie is the only time in months that he finds himself smiling. Laughing. And he has no intention of letting that go. He might even befalling in love...if only Dorie will let him say the words. What they have isn't just a dream, but the start of a dream come true.

Title: Calling It
Author: Jen Doyle
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Called Up
Published by Carina Press
Source: Publisher
Published: April 11, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Romantic Comedy, Sports Theme
Pages: 254
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Stars: three-half-stars
Flames: three-flames
I received this book for free from the Publisher or Author in exchange for an honest review, or I purchased it with my own funds. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
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Jen Doyle

All Nate wanted to do was go back to his hometown of Inspiration for some R&R before he started with his new team, the Watchmen. He never expected to barge in on a bat-toting, robe-wearing goddess. Lust at first sight yes. What he ended up getting was a love that would last; now only if he could convince her to take that chance on him.

From a lover of baseball I thought this contemporary romance hit the spot. Miss Doyle incorporated great sport heroes from both the past and present as well as the love/hate relationship between Boston and New York. It was entertaining to see Dorie aka Lucianda, keep up with the Nate’s boys thanks to her upbringing with six brothers. Despite the deep bond she has with her family she was tired living in the shadow of her brothers; so she set out to Inspiration, Iowa, to help rebuild the library that fell to disarray after a few natural disasters.

At the beginning of the book when Dorie and Nate finally meet it’s a case of mistaken identity, at first, on Dorie’s part. Granted since she did not have her glasses on she couldn’t see the inches in front of her face. When she recognizes him as her fantasy celebrity baseball star, she does not let on. Nor does he tell her who he is but stays under the impression he is DB. Sadly, about 35% into the book does it finally come out that they were both lying and they are crazy mad at each other. Yet, when the issue is resolved Nate keeps bringing it back up or when details about how much she knew about sports they would argue. However, she gave as good as she got. She did not let Nate get away with anything.

In the end it was a sweet, funny, and steamy read; which was totally unexpected but a pleasant surprise. I hope we get to see more of The Dream boys as well as Nate’s sisters.

I was gifted this book from the JeepDiva in exchange for an honest review. The opinions and ratings are my own and I was in no way compensated.

 

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Author Info

A big believer in happily ever afters, Jen Doyle decided it was high time she started creating some. Jen is a member of the Romance Writers of America, as well as a member of the New England, New Jersey Romance Writers and Music City Romance Writer chapters of RWA. She is represented by Sarah E. Younger of the Nancy Yost Literary Agency. She has an M.S. in Library and Information Science and, in addition to her work as a librarian, has worked as a conference and events planner as well as a Communications and Enrollment administrator in both preschool and higher education environments (although some might say that there is very little difference between the two; Jen has no comment regarding whether she is one of the “some”).

CALLING IT is her first book, the first of two which will be published by Carina Press in 2016. It was the winner of The Beacon, the Finish the Damn Book, and the Melody of Love 2014 contests in the Contemporary Romance category, and was also the Contemporary Romance winner as well as the Grand Prize Winner of the 2014 Gateway to the Best contest.

 

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Excerpt

It wasn’t until Nate looked down to turn off the phone that he remembered where he was—that the woman who lived here was down the hall. Hell, she’d probably barricaded herself in the bathroom in order to keep a locked door between her and the stranger who’d barged in on her in the middle of the night.

And ate her dinner, he thought with a quiet laugh.

He’d give her back her phone and let her know he was leaving. Nowhere to stay, but he had a very expensive tiny car he could sleep in.

He found her in the bedroom, changing the sheets, which he would have told her she didn’t have to do if his heart hadn’t just lodged itself directly into his throat, cutting off any possibility of speech. Her pajama pants and T-shirt weren’t nearly as revealing as the robe had been, but her bending over the bed and straightening out the corner stirred up something deep inside of him. And now the only thing running through his mind was how soft her hair would be when he wrapped it around his hand; how warm and wet she’d be when he buried himself inside her.

“Christ, woman,” he groaned. He grabbed the doorjamb above his head and he clutched it so hard he practically splintered the wood.

She gasped as she straightened up and spun around, her hand flying to her chest. “I was… I was just…”

She bit her lip and sank down until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes met his, and he had to tell himself he couldn’t take her right here. He needed to focus on climbing out of this hole—he didn’t have the time to fall further in, no matter how enjoyable that might be.

But he couldn’t look away.

Her eyes were a deep dark brown, the same color as the hair piled on top of her head. He wanted to trace the golden skin along her collarbone to the hollow of her throat, wanted his tongue on every part of her. And the glasses she now wore almost undid him.

If she’d been wearing those with the robe? When she’d hiked that bat up over her shoulder?

Holy. Shit. Turned out he liked a woman who would take him on without even blinking an eye. Who knew?

He especially liked it when her interested gaze traveled down his chest, past his waist… He liked it too much, actually. Only the quickly summoned thought of David Ortiz slamming into him at home plate stopped him from embarrassing himself in a way he hadn’t since he was practically a kid.

Even that almost wasn’t enough when she said, “I, um, changed the sheets. So you can take the bed.”

All control vanished as the words just came pouring out of his mouth. “The only way I take the bed is if I take you in it with me.”

His heart nearly raced its way out of his chest in the seconds before she replied, “I bet you say that to all the girls.” Laughter danced in her eyes and a wicked grin came over her face when her eyes again dropped to his cock and then quickly came back up. She bit her bottom lip before whispering, “Hungry?”

Miguel Cabrera. Adrian Beltre. Derek fucking Jeter.

He gripped the doorjamb tighter.

“I could eat,” he answered as evenly as he could manage.

For a moment they just stayed where they were, staring.

When she stood and walked toward him, he almost blinked. This was a dream. It had to be. Or some elaborate setup that Pete had come up with in order to get Nate’s mind off everything else. Put this fantasy of a woman in front of him—feisty and looking so innocent and cute while she offered up anything he wanted to take—until he was so goddamn spent he could finally get over himself and start living his life again.

Except then she brushed past him as she walked out of the room, pausing only to whisper into his ear, “I think you need another minute.”

 

One Response to “Review: Calling It by Jen Doyle”

  1. Crystal, Tasty Book Tours

    Lovely review. Thank you for hosting CALLING IT today!