Book Three in the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series by S.E.Hall, Entice can be read following Emerge, Embrace and Entangled (novella) or as a stand-alone.
Sawyer Beckett does everything full throttle— he’s fiercely loyal to his friends, always the life of the party and impossible for the parade of women in and out of his bedroom to forget.
Surrounded by true love and happily ever afters, Sawyer’s not sure if he’s enhancing the what-ifs in his head, or if the goddess on stage that night really is worth the search and nagging in his chest.
At the most inopportune moment possible, Emmett Young comes “skipping” back into his life…and for the first time, Sawyer is the one left wanting more. But Emmett can’t give her heart; it’s already committed—for life.
The only one strong enough to bring the elusive playboy to his knees is the one he can’t have. Luckily, Sawyer Beckett doesn’t give up easily.
Mature subject matter and strong sexual content- mature audiences only recommended.
Sawyer is at a bachelor party when he sees this girl dancing and she sucks at it but something about her hooks him. After some time pining for a girl and searching for her. He decides he is growing a vagina. He runs into her again literally getting caught with his pants down. Not the impression he wants to make.
Then there comes the time he really gets to meet her. She comes to work for him and he makes his move. I love that he takes charge immediately. Emmett fights him but he ain’t havin’ it. They find their happy place then Sawyer freaks out but not in the I can’t do this way but more the I need to man up way and almost ruins things.
Join Sawyer and Emmett on a journey of young love that will leave you recalling the time you fell in love and were in a new relationship. S.E. Hall has once again told a fabulous story and I am completely in love with Sawyer and Emmett.
Sighing, I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door, ready to try and be at least behave cordially, which I know is only right. “Listen, can I—”
I look up, startled by Laney’s voice and even more shocked to see her sitting on my bed. Thank God I put on a towel. “Where’d she go?”
“Home, I guess.” She shrugs. “I didn’t ask. I heard the front door slam and got up to see what the hell was going on. Since you’re here and she’s not, I’m assuming it was her.”
How did I not hear the door slam? Not that I would’ve chased her. “All right, she left. So what’re you doing in here?”
She stands, grabbing some shorts off my floor and throwing them at me. “Go put those on and we’ll talk. Since I’m up,” she reminds me with an evil glare.
I head back in the bathroom to change, and stay in there, locking the door and taking a deep breath. I’m over six feet tall and lift almost every day, but yes, I’m scared to face Laney. Not only is she a hellcat when she wants to be, but I don’t want to see the disgust or disappointment in her eyes. She’s one of my best friends, even more so after becoming roommates, and her opinion means a lot to me.
“Get out here!” she yells when she finally realizes I must be stalling. “Take it like a man.”
I might as well go out there or she’ll undoubtedly come in here, kicking in the door or taking it off the hinges in what I have no doubt would be less than five minutes.
She pats the bed beside her when I open the door. “Come sit down. We’re doing this now.”
I hesitantly take a seat, my knee bouncing as I wait for her to speak.
“First, and of the utmost importance, you know I call my father ‘Daddy,’ so hearing your visitors scream it repeatedly in the middle of the night freaks me out. I wake up thinking I’m in some bad Lifetime movie.”
Fighting my smirk, I agree. “Okay, got it.” Maybe this little chat won’t be so bad after all.
“Second,” she stands and tucks my extra pillow between the headboard and wall before sitting back down beside me, “on school and game nights, booty call curfew is eleven. That work for you?”
“Yeah.” I sigh and run my hands along my head, wishing I had some hair to pull. “It won’t happen again, Gidge. I’m sorry.”
She places a hand on my shoulder with a small smile. “Don’t be sorry. This is your house too and we hadn’t talked about it. Now we have, so we’re all good. Any rules you want to put in place?”
“Nah, I’m easy.”
“Made crystal clear by the parade of women coming in and out of here.” She laughs and scoots away quickly, ducking the pillow I grab and swing at her head. “Speaking of which, been busier than usual lately—you trying to make a little Guinness or Gonorrhea?”
Here we go—this is what she really wants to talk about. It was a nice segue, funny even, but I’m on to her.
S.E.Hall resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading.