Title: May the Best Man Win
Each a Best Man at a wedding
One chance to get it right
Jase Foster can't believe his bad luck. He's been paired with the she-devil herself for his best friend's wedding: Emily Klein of the miles-long legs and killer smile. She may be sin in a bridesmaid dress, but there's no way he's falling for her again.
They can barely stand each other, but given how many of their friends are getting married, they'll just have to play nice-at least when they're in company. Once they're alone, more than just gloves come off as Jase and Emily discover their chemistry is combustible, and there may be something to this enemies to lovers thing after all...
Author: Mira Lyn Kelly
Series: The Best Men #1
Published by Sourcebooks Casablanca Source: Publisher
Published: August 2, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Contemporary Romance, Romance
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Can two people move past the pain that caused them to become frenemies? Jase and Emily have a complicated past. One blames the other for a loved one to fall down the wrong path. Now as each of their friends falls in love with each other they are stuck playing nice at the weddings they are a part of. After being in 3 weddings practically back to back they fall into a mutual understanding where its more than insults they hurl. They are challenges to see how far the other one will go. Sparked exchanges turn into something altogether and facing fears about love is the risk these two have to be willing to take.
This is my first book by Miss Mira Lyn Kelly and I can honestly say I am not totally loving it. I think it is a great concept while the characters are really thought out. What bothered me was how long the book was because it would have been great if certain scenes were cut out that were not really necessary and how the change in point of views was executed. The first chapter was Jase’s point of view then the next chapter was Emily’s. Then all of a sudden it all gets jumbled up with no clear indication whose point of view your reading until it talks about the other person in a different tone. I had to reread paragraphs to understand it at the beginning.
It had a slow start and once I got used to the quick change in point of view, I started to enjoy what I was reading. I liked the interactions between Emily and Jase because you can feel the tension they were so desperately trying to deny. About half way through the book they finally explain why they are the way they are which I though was long overdue. It is funny to realize how much drama happens when there is no clear communication between two people. They, Emily and Jase, were both expecting the worse out of each other and when it happened they wondered why. It took them to many chapters to get over their baggage and move on but when they did it was magical!
Overall it was an enjoyable read where the characters were engaging and you wish you had them to call and hang out with. Plus, if you love weddings this series may be the way to go. Jase and Emily probably went to at least 3 weddings in the book as well as all the events that went along with it.
I was gifted a copy of this novel from the JeepDiva in exchange for an honest review.
About Mira Lyn Kelly
USA Today bestselling author Mira Lyn Kelly grew up in the Chicago area and earned her degree in fine arts from Loyola University. She met the love of her life while studying abroad in Rome, Italy, only to discover he’d been living right around the corner from her. They live in rural Minnesota.
Because Jase wasn’t looking at her like he wanted to insult her. Or carry on with the banter. He looked like he wanted something else. Maybe the same thing she’d only in that second realized she wanted too.
Jase frowned. Coming to his senses maybe, probably. Because this look between them was nuts. Wrong. Something she knew she shouldn’t want, but couldn’t seem to break away from regardless.
So it was good that he was. Because otherwise she didn’t even want to think about what—
His stare dropped to her mouth. And with a shuddering breath, she realized, yes, she was already thinking about it.
About how big his hands felt on her leg. How strong his arms had been around her. How the lips she’d forced herself to stop speculating about in high school might taste.
“Just once,” he said, his voice gone gravelly low. “Just to put an end to the curiosity.”
She was nodding, sort of, her head moving the barest amount.
“No way will it live up to the hype,” she replied. “I’ll walk away disappointed. Probably feeling sorry for the girls with such high expectations.”
Jase’s mouth curved at one corner, a cocky addition to his words. “You’ll walk away wishing for more.”
She might. “Not a chance.”
“Whatever.” And then he did it. Caught the back of her neck in his palm and closed the distance between them, his eyes locked with hers, almost daring her to back out, until that last instant when she saw something flash in them besides challenge. But then, contact.
Contact that teased with a barely there quality, rubbing in a gentle, tasting exploration that shocked a trembling gasp past her lips.
Damn. She wasn’t supposed to get caught up in it. She wanted to remain unaffected. Indifferent. But the skill with which Jase’s firm lips moved over and against hers made indifference impossible. He was good.
Jase pulled back.
Shoot. She hadn’t wanted it to end. Wasn’t ready for the wanting more he’d promised to become a reality so quickly. But the last thing she was going to do was beg, even if she could still feel that almost-too-light, somehow just-perfect press of his lips.
Her eyes drifted open, and she found Jase barely an inch away. A frown carved deep across his mouth. His eyes dark and fixed on hers.
“Jase,” she whispered, barely managing the single word before the fingers at the back of her neck tightened and she knew without question what was coming next.
His mouth crushed down on hers. No tentative kiss this time. No featherlight tease. His mouth was firm, his kiss confident. Arresting. She opened beneath him, letting him lick into her mouth, breathe against her lips. Taste her tongue as she tasted his.
Her fingers were locked in the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. Because, yes, please—closer. She needed him closer. And he must have been of the same mind because he’d wrapped his arms around her and was gathering her toward him as he kissed her again and again. Devoured her mouth, and groaned when she bit at his.
Her fingers were in his hair, the silky waves she’d spent too many study halls thinking about. Thank God she’d never gotten her hands into the stuff before now, or she wouldn’t have been able to forget it. Even now, she wondered if she could.
His kiss was so hot.
Hot enough that that her mind seemed to be flickering between satisfaction that this was Jase—her high-school fantasy fulfilled—and the certain knowledge that this had to stop because it was Jase. Jase, kissing her like she’d never been kissed before. Jase thrusting into her mouth, his tongue sliding wet and hot against her own. Jase working one wide palm beneath her skirt and up the side of her thigh, his grip tightening and relaxing with every few inches he advanced. Jase making her burn and beg for his touch to extend just a little further, just that much more, just—
A phone sounded but neither of them stopped, not until the third ring when suddenly Emily jerked back with a gasp, staring in horrified shock at Jase, who looked more stunned than anything else. Stunned and still wearing that sexy sort of frown on his face.
They were in the car. In the parking lot of the church, where they were both supposed to have been five minutes ago.
Jase snapped out of it, patting around his pockets and then retrieving his phone, all while keeping his eyes trained on her.
“Jase,” he answered. Then, “Are you fu—” He broke off, closing his eyes as his free hand went to the bridge of his nose and a coarse sound worked its way past his gritted teeth. Slapping the wipers on, he asked, “They can’t get anyone else?”
Emily sat up as her stomach began to sink. Over the dash she saw the first signs of activity. One bundled body after another leaving the church.
“Okay, man. Yeah, let me know.” Clicking off the call, Jase looked down at Emily’s feet still in his lap. “Priest slipped on the ice and broke his hip. They aren’t sending anyone else out. The wedding will have to be rescheduled.”
Passing the phone across the seat, he sat quietly as Emily dialed first one number, then another until finally she got through to the father of the bride.
Sally was okay but didn’t want to talk. They were taking her home.
A moment later, there was a knock on the window. And one of the other bridesmaids was holding up Emily’s boots and coat.
“You want a ride home?” she asked, her stare flickering from Emily to Jase and then back again.
Emily was about to crawl out the window and into the girl’s arms because she was so relieved to see her—because what the heck had she been thinking—when Jase pushed her back in her seat and reached past to grab her things.
“I’ll take her home.”