Series: Love Riddles #3
Author: Carey Heywood
Release Date: Jan 10, 2017
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He doesn’t love me.
Our relationship wasn’t supposed to have strings.
Now he’s almost all I think about.
He changed everything.
I’m not ready to tell him.
There’s a chance he’ll blame me when I do.
I don’t know if I can trust him but I’m afraid to face the future alone.
Will he ever love me, or will he always love me not?
The third book in the Love Riddles series, Why Not? is the story of Reilly and Tripp.
Let’s talk about what I liked first. Reilly and Tripp are hot from the get-go. I loved their dynamic. I loved that Reilly isn’t willing to take any of Tripp’s b.s. There’s a moment when he pulls a ‘I’m not that guy’ move and she basically tells him she didn’t ask him to be and if he doesn’t want an honest answer, don’t ask the question.
Their sexual chemistry is off the charts and Carey takes this book to a higher heat level than I remember the other books being. That’s not a problem for me, but fans of Heywood’s who expect the bedroom scenes to be on the ‘peeking through a crack in the door’ end of the spectrum might be surprised when the door’s thrown wide open and a tangle of bodies falls through it.
I loved the progression of their relationship from friends-with-benefits to maybe-we-can-be-something more. The ‘surprise’ isn’t really that much of a surprise (at least to me), but I enjoyed how the author handled Tripp’s reaction to it.
So what didn’t I like? The external conflict felt a little cliche. I anticipated the story going that way and I really hoped I was wrong. It didn’t feel necessary and other than checking the ‘external conflict’ box, I didn’t really feel it added anything to Reilly and Tripp’s relationship or development.
Overall, I enjoyed Why Not? as much as I enjoyed Why Now? and Why Lie? Carey is a talented storyteller who’s a master at building a relationship between two people and drawing out the emotions everyday people face.
Before I can stop myself, I reach up and trace his lips with my finger.
Neither of us speaks. We both just stand there and stare at each other.
The next second I’m in his arms, and his lips are on mine. His hands are in my hair and mine are up the back of his shirt.
This isn’t a kiss, it’s a wild fire.
I’m engulfed by it, the heat of his lips against mine, and the flame’s lick of his tongue.
I’ve dreamt of this kiss since I was fifteen years old. Even my wildest dreams did not touch the passion of this one. When his mom moved away not long after he left town for college, I was sure this kiss would never happen.
I’m not the type to pine over a boy I didn’t think I’d ever see again. I got over my crush on him. As much as I love her, I had no desire sit at home each night like Kacey did mooning over Jake. I’ve had other crushes; I’ve dated and even had a few relationships.
That does not mean I ever forgot about Trip Lowell. Seeing him again after all of these years has brought all of those memories to the forefront. This kiss is over ten years in the making.
As fast as our kiss began, it ends. I’m left suddenly cold, the fire extinguished by his retreat. He’s not gone, but he’s moved backward at least three feet.
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, lifting his hands the same way he did earlier after he startled me.
“What?” I breathe.
“You’re upset. You were crying. I didn’t mean to take advantage of that.”
My brow furrows. “You’re not.”
I take one step toward him and then another. My feet move until he’s right in front of me.
Sliding my hands up his chest, I ask, “Are you against me taking advantage of you?”
It doesn’t take him long to decide. He bends, his hands on my ass, lifting me. My legs circle his waist as I grab onto his shoulders.
His mouth plunders mine. I’m not only along for the ride, oh no, this may be my one and only opportunity to experience him.
My hands roam.
My tongue tangles with his.
My hips push forward against his very apparent hardness.
He carries me across the yard, his step sure without even looking. I’m so distracted I don’t realize where we’ve moved to until he sets my ass down on a picnic table.
He breaks our kiss to ask one final question. “You sure about this?”
I nod, my hands already at work unfastening his jeans.
“Say it,” he commands, and I oblige.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author with 13 books out and many more to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-manner citizen, Carey spend her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she retreats into the lives of her fictional characters.
Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, their nine-pound attack Yorkie and their needy Ninja cat.