Title: Nobody’s Prince Charming (Road to Blissville #3)
Author: Aimee Nicole Walker
Cover Art: Jay Aheer
Publisher: Chasing Rainbows Press LLC
Release Date: March 23, 2018
Genre(s): Gay contemporary romance, friends to lovers, troubled past, family drama, new beginnings
Page Count: 203 pages
Reviewed by: Tosha
Fire and ice. Oil and water. Vodka and decisions. That’s what Darren McCoy and Wren Davison are: two opposites that shouldn’t mix well. Dare believes in fairy tales, true love, and happily ever after. Wren believes in fast cars, freedom, and no-strings sex. What can these two men possibly have in common? A magnetic pull strong enough to obliterate logic and reason.
For more than a year, Dare and Wren have worked together at the Curl Up and Dye Salon. Dare has pursued the mysterious, brooding man, and Wren has resisted his provocative charm. Then one day, something happens that allows the men to see each other in a new light. Wren learns that Dare hides a heavy heart behind his brilliant smile. Dare realizes that beneath Wren’s gruff exterior beats the heart of a prince.
Passions ignite once the men stop fighting their attraction, but will it be enough to overcome their differences? Is Wren the prince that Dare is looking for? Can Dare teach Wren that true love does exist?
Nobody’s Prince charming is a modern-day fairy tale where some princes ride Harleys, and castle walls are built to scale. It is the third book in the Road to Blissville series but can be read as a standalone book. This book contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adults eighteen and over.
What a great read. There is some drama but not too much and it is not one of those books that over shadow the book itself with drama. I truly enjoyed this book. This is the first book I have read in this series but I will be definitely be reading the future books when they come out.
Dare is one of those individuals that loves others and will do whatever he needs to do in order to make those around him happy. He cares so much for his grandfather that he has moved in with him to help him so that his grandfather does not have to live in a nursing home. The only issue with this is he does not have much of a life because he works two jobs to supplement the money his grandfather needs. It would be easier for him if he could rent out the apartment above the garage but seeing as it is so far out of date, that is not going to happen.
Or at least he does not think that it would. When he breaks down and spills his woes to the man that he is hot for but does not stand a chance with, things change. Wren is so attracted to Dare and has been since he first laid eyes on him that it is starting to get extremely hard to keep rejecting him. So when Dare spills his money troubles and having to work two jobs and the one solution that would help him to be able to quit one of he jobs, Wren does the first thing that comes to mind. He tells Dare he is looking for a place.
The only problem is now Wren has made resisting Dare that much harder since they are so close now. Wren would give in to his desires for Dare if he thought he could have something with Dare without ruining him. Wren believes he ruins things when he touches them so he does not want to do that to Dare.
Can Dare show Wren that not only will he not ruin him but they can be good together? It is not going to be an easy battle but Dare knows that Wren is worth it. What will happen when Wren’s past comes walking in and worlds collide? Will he make it out on the other side intact or will it only solidified what Wren has thought all along, that he will ruin what he loves?
This was a good read. I truly enjoyed it. I have not read the other books in this series but I will go back and read them if they are half as good as this one was. I definitely look forward to more books in this series in the future.
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The first workday of the year was everything I expected it would be—busy, fun, and frustrating. The busy and fun parts helped distract me from the person who had frustrated me since my first day working at the salon.
Dare and I started working at Curl Up and Dye on the same day a little over a year ago. Since then, I’ve been on a never-ending roller-coaster ride. The first thing that caught my eye about Dare was his looks. I wanted to pretend that I was some enlightened, modern man but that would be a bullshit lie. I took one look at his pouty lips and pert ass and immediately started having ideas about what I could do with them. I’ve found many sets of lips and ass cheeks attractive before and could easily walk away from them without a backward glance, but his physical beauty wasn’t what drew me to him time and time again like a moth to a flame.
Dare’s inner beauty shone through his eyes and joy burst from him through his laughter. His desire to make everyone happy spoke volumes about his character. Those were the reasons I could hardly look away from him. He was everything I wasn’t—charismatic, friendly, and good. Things went to hell when I touched them, people got hurt, and I couldn’t live with myself if I dragged Dare down into the gutter with me, so I did my best to ignore his flirting and blatant attempts at making me jealous. I somehow found the strength to call a halt to his sweet seduction before things went too far, but his heartbroken sobs against my chest moved me in ways I never thought possible.
I didn’t believe in love. I didn’t believe in fairy tales. I didn’t believe that two people could commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives, so why pretend? I lived by simple rules, the first three being: fast cars, freedom, and hard fucking. That sounded like the opposite of what a person would say about themselves on a dating site, but I wasn’t looking for dates. I didn’t want a boyfriend. If I did, I wouldn’t waste my time on one of those sites. I’d claim what Dare wanted so badly to give me. At first, he was probably captivated by my bad boy looks. I was used to it and would normally take advantage of the situation, but that would’ve been a violation of rule number four: never eat where you work. Oh, I wanted to gobble Dare up from head to toe then do it all over again, but he wasn’t for me.
Dare needed way more than I could give him, and I wasn’t talking about common decency either. He was the hearts and flowers, movie-date-nights, and take-home-to-your-mama kind of guy. I wasn’t interested in two of those things, and the other one could never happen. Damn, she would’ve loved him though. I’d learned the hard way that loving someone could lead to utter devastation when they left you behind. The best way to avoid that was by never allowing someone close enough to hurt you. I had never met anyone who made me question my choices until Dare. That angered me almost as much as my obsession with him did.
For his own good, I needed to push Dare away, not pull him closer. So why then did I insist on knowing the truth that morning in the kitchenette? Why not just let him spin his wild tales about dancing in cages and giving lap dances to horny, closeted men. Fuck, I was equal parts fascinated and horrified at the thought. I was no prude, I’d seen my fair share of dancing go-go boys, and I’d even let a few take a ride on my lap, but Dare was different. I just didn’t want to think about why that was. I also couldn’t figure out why solving his problems had become my number one priority, but it was hard to feel mad when I saw how much happier Dare seemed.
Sexy, kindhearted, and fuckable were traits that were already hard to resist, but the kind of devotion Dare had for his grandfather was breathtakingly beautiful. It was like I was seeing him in a new light, one that was almost too beautiful to view with the naked eye, but I couldn’t seem to look away. Where was my brain when I volunteered to practically move in his backyard? It was one thing to resist him at work, but knowing he was within walking distance was going to be brutal.
I am a wife and mother to three kids, three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a good book, cook or bake. I’m a girly tomboy who paints her fingernails while watching sports and yelling at the referees. I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever- after.
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