Title: The First Taste
Series: Slip of the Tongue #2
Author: Jessica Hawkins
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2016
Blurb
Andrew Beckwith has already devoted his life to one girl—and as far as he’s concerned, she’s all he needs. The rough-around-the-edges bad boy left his reckless ways behind six years ago when his daughter Bell was born. To the female population’s dismay, he’s unapologetically single. When Bell’s mother walked out on them years ago, he vowed never to let another woman close enough to hurt them again.
Amelia Van Ecken isn’t just another woman. She’s an independent, smart, and savvy businesswoman who doesn’t have time for sex, much less love. In the midst of a drawn-out, bitter divorce, all she wants is to bury herself in work. But when sharp-tongued Amelia and stubborn Andrew cross paths, sparks fly—and burn. Two things are obvious in an instant: they want each other, and they’re from different worlds. It’s the perfect formula for an off-the-charts one-night stand. After all, it’s not as if opposites ever attract.
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Review by: Tatia
Ever since I found out about its release, The First Taste has been one of my most anticipated reads of 2016. After reading Slip of the Tongue earlier this year, I had been craving more! Well, my craving has been satisfied...for now.
Here we're getting more of Andrew and Bell. The single father and his daughter. Hello, favorite kind of story! Andrew's main focus is Bell. She's his life. He runs his own garage as well. That's not really work to him though. The love he has for it runs deep. But between these two things, he never really makes time for himself. Thankfully, his sister Sadie is making him. She takes Bell for a weekend. She knows that he needs to get out more. Plus, Bell has a tendency to cling to her dad. With the issues with her mom (or lack there of), that can only be expected.
Amelia. Stuck up, bossy, rigid Amelia. It's how she comes off at first. Andrew is anything but her type. She likes a man in a suit, not a grease monkey. I think it shows when she mistakes him for the plumber. She's in the middle of her own life drama. She doesn't like kids, doesn't eat carbs, and generally, never lets her hair down. So when Andrew gives her a proposition, she sets rules. One night. They both walk away and never speak of it. That always works out, right?
This book was everything I wanted and more. Although Andrew and Amelia were from two different worlds, they clicked perfectly. They had this witty dialogue that I loved. It kept me smiling and falling in love with them. You give my witty banter and I'm done. Andrew is the perfect single dad. Devoted to Bell, he puts himself last. Amelia helps him see that it's not the best for him or Bell. She opens up as well. She relaxes a little, lets her hair down, and actually enjoys her time away from work. They both smile more and everyone notices. Now, this wouldn't be a true Jessica Hawkins novel without some drama. It's here and there is plenty of it. It's not as angsty as some of her previous work. So if you were afraid of the angst you can go into this one breathing easy. I loved almost everyone in this book. I loved getting to know Andrew and seeing him come to terms with being truly happy. I was glad to get a little more of Sadie and Nathan from Slip of the Tongue and get an update on where they are in life. I loved it all!! You couldn't have pried this book out of my hands without a fight!
Here we're getting more of Andrew and Bell. The single father and his daughter. Hello, favorite kind of story! Andrew's main focus is Bell. She's his life. He runs his own garage as well. That's not really work to him though. The love he has for it runs deep. But between these two things, he never really makes time for himself. Thankfully, his sister Sadie is making him. She takes Bell for a weekend. She knows that he needs to get out more. Plus, Bell has a tendency to cling to her dad. With the issues with her mom (or lack there of), that can only be expected.
Amelia. Stuck up, bossy, rigid Amelia. It's how she comes off at first. Andrew is anything but her type. She likes a man in a suit, not a grease monkey. I think it shows when she mistakes him for the plumber. She's in the middle of her own life drama. She doesn't like kids, doesn't eat carbs, and generally, never lets her hair down. So when Andrew gives her a proposition, she sets rules. One night. They both walk away and never speak of it. That always works out, right?
This book was everything I wanted and more. Although Andrew and Amelia were from two different worlds, they clicked perfectly. They had this witty dialogue that I loved. It kept me smiling and falling in love with them. You give my witty banter and I'm done. Andrew is the perfect single dad. Devoted to Bell, he puts himself last. Amelia helps him see that it's not the best for him or Bell. She opens up as well. She relaxes a little, lets her hair down, and actually enjoys her time away from work. They both smile more and everyone notices. Now, this wouldn't be a true Jessica Hawkins novel without some drama. It's here and there is plenty of it. It's not as angsty as some of her previous work. So if you were afraid of the angst you can go into this one breathing easy. I loved almost everyone in this book. I loved getting to know Andrew and seeing him come to terms with being truly happy. I was glad to get a little more of Sadie and Nathan from Slip of the Tongue and get an update on where they are in life. I loved it all!! You couldn't have pried this book out of my hands without a fight!
5 Stars
Excerpt
“What’re your plans tonight?”
She scoffs. “It’s Friday night. What aren’t my plans? I have drinks with friends in an hour, then a late dinner, and who knows after that.”
“Cancel them.”
She gapes at me. “Cancel my plans? Why would I?”
“Come out with me. Sadie says there’s a place around here with great pizza.”
She laughs, tilting her head and exposing the smooth column of her throat. “First, I don’t eat carbs, so there’s no way you’re getting me to do anything with the promise of pizza. Second, I just told you—I don’t date.”
“And neither do I.”
“Then why are you asking me out?” she asks.
“Because despite what you may think, I am a gentleman, and it’s only good manners to buy you dinner first.”
“First?” she asks, wrinkling her nose. “What’s second?”
We stare at each other. I let her figure it out on her own. It’s rare to meet a woman like me, someone who truly has no interest in finding a partner. I’ve heard that claim from enough girls to know when they’re bullshitting me, and unless Amelia is a Grade-A con artist, she definitely isn’t looking to get serious.
When she understands, the wrinkles on her forehead ease, and she parts her lips. I answer with a knowing smile. Suggesting sex within half an hour of meeting someone might normally get me slapped, but I get the feeling Amelia appreciates a more direct approach.
“I don’t date,” I say, “but I’m still a man with eyes.”
She makes no secret of looking me up and down. “You’re not my type either,” she warns. “I like men who carry a briefcase and see a barber regularly.”
I run my hand through my black hair, which I know is too long. “How’s that working out for you?”
She narrows her eyes. “Fine. Perfect.”
“I have some tattoos too,” I say. “And ride a motorcycle. Since that’s normally how I get most girls, I suppose those are turn-offs for you.”
“They are,” she says immediately, straightening her shoulders. “I’ve never understood the appeal of a bad boy.”
“Then tonight, we’re a match made in heaven, aren’t we? It shouldn’t be hard for either of us to say goodbye afterward.”
She bats her eyelashes a few times, not because she’s flirting but because she’s thinking. Considering. Which means it’s basically a done deal. I’ve never gotten this far with a girl only to have her walk away. “Why even bother with dinner?” she asks.
I take a moment to study her, her shoulder-length, perfectly coifed blonde hair. Her defined red lips that look like a heart when pursed, which is often. Yeah, based on the fact that I’m noticing details—something I try not to do anymore—I know I’m feeling her tonight. Most guys would jump at the opportunity to skip the small talk, but that doesn’t really appeal to me. I like women, always have. Just because Shana fucked me in the head doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time around them—just so long’s it’s surface stuff.
I don’t want to scare her off by suggesting I might want to have a conversation with her, so I just shrug. “Because I’m starving.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Indulge me then. I need my energy.”
“For what?” she asks.
I arch an eyebrow at her. I’ll definitely need my energy for a night with her.
She scoffs. “It’s Friday night. What aren’t my plans? I have drinks with friends in an hour, then a late dinner, and who knows after that.”
“Cancel them.”
She gapes at me. “Cancel my plans? Why would I?”
“Come out with me. Sadie says there’s a place around here with great pizza.”
She laughs, tilting her head and exposing the smooth column of her throat. “First, I don’t eat carbs, so there’s no way you’re getting me to do anything with the promise of pizza. Second, I just told you—I don’t date.”
“And neither do I.”
“Then why are you asking me out?” she asks.
“Because despite what you may think, I am a gentleman, and it’s only good manners to buy you dinner first.”
“First?” she asks, wrinkling her nose. “What’s second?”
We stare at each other. I let her figure it out on her own. It’s rare to meet a woman like me, someone who truly has no interest in finding a partner. I’ve heard that claim from enough girls to know when they’re bullshitting me, and unless Amelia is a Grade-A con artist, she definitely isn’t looking to get serious.
When she understands, the wrinkles on her forehead ease, and she parts her lips. I answer with a knowing smile. Suggesting sex within half an hour of meeting someone might normally get me slapped, but I get the feeling Amelia appreciates a more direct approach.
“I don’t date,” I say, “but I’m still a man with eyes.”
She makes no secret of looking me up and down. “You’re not my type either,” she warns. “I like men who carry a briefcase and see a barber regularly.”
I run my hand through my black hair, which I know is too long. “How’s that working out for you?”
She narrows her eyes. “Fine. Perfect.”
“I have some tattoos too,” I say. “And ride a motorcycle. Since that’s normally how I get most girls, I suppose those are turn-offs for you.”
“They are,” she says immediately, straightening her shoulders. “I’ve never understood the appeal of a bad boy.”
“Then tonight, we’re a match made in heaven, aren’t we? It shouldn’t be hard for either of us to say goodbye afterward.”
She bats her eyelashes a few times, not because she’s flirting but because she’s thinking. Considering. Which means it’s basically a done deal. I’ve never gotten this far with a girl only to have her walk away. “Why even bother with dinner?” she asks.
I take a moment to study her, her shoulder-length, perfectly coifed blonde hair. Her defined red lips that look like a heart when pursed, which is often. Yeah, based on the fact that I’m noticing details—something I try not to do anymore—I know I’m feeling her tonight. Most guys would jump at the opportunity to skip the small talk, but that doesn’t really appeal to me. I like women, always have. Just because Shana fucked me in the head doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate them. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spend time around them—just so long’s it’s surface stuff.
I don’t want to scare her off by suggesting I might want to have a conversation with her, so I just shrug. “Because I’m starving.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“Indulge me then. I need my energy.”
“For what?” she asks.
I arch an eyebrow at her. I’ll definitely need my energy for a night with her.
She reads my expression and her cheeks redden. “Oh.”
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