Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds
Series: Until Series, #1
Publisher by: Independent
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Romance
Related Books In Series: Until Lilly
November is looking forward to getting to know her father and the safety of a small town. After leaving the big apple and her bad memories for Tennessee, November starts working for her dad at his strip club doing the books. The one time she’s allowed there during club hours she runs into Asher Mayson. He’s perfect until he opens his mouth and makes assumptions.
November wants nothing to do with Asher but too bad for November fate has other plans. Asher Mayson has never had a problem getting a woman that is until November. Now all he can think about is making November his and keeping her safe.
Warning 18+ sexual content and a strong Alpha Male.
The title was the first thing that caught my eye ‘Until November’. Let me guess you’re thinking November the month right? Nope November is the bombshell of a leading lady who captures the attention of Asher (hot name right?) who first sees November at her daddy’s strip club. Nuh uh, I know what you’re thinking one or both of these leading characters have got to be shady right? Well I guess you’ll have to read it to find out. 😉
There’s tragedy, mystery and an amazing love story that unfolds. Until November is the tale of a lady escaping terrible circumstances and occurrences’, reconnecting with her long lost family, and finding more family, amazing friends and a place in her new community. Whilst dealing with a stalker, who when revealed will blow you away but at the same time doesn’t surprise you one bit, with the help of Asher, his family and friends.
I love that this story follows through to what happens with November’s family years later, It helps to round up the story and doesn’t leave you wondering like I do so often with other stories.
Plot and Characters: 4 – The Plot and Characters are great it flows well and the characters are lovable yet have many flaws and I found myself anticipating the sequel, it’s obvious in the writing and plot where Aurora left it wide open for a second story but it still fit well and It’s written in a way that leaves you wanting more of their story.
Writing: 4.5 – I love the pace of this book it’s almost like a Sunday stroll. When there’s something exciting pace gets quicker but on the whole the slower pace suits the writing and plot well. I give pacing/ writing a rating of 4.5
Swoon factor: 5 – hell yeah I swooned every time Asher or one of his brothers was mentioned. The reaction and devotion Asher has toward November had me thinking is this a secret werewolf story because he’s dominant, possessive and extremely devoted almost to a fault so when he does things for November they’re usually swoon worthy.
“So, what are we doing today? Can we go riding?” I ask excitedly.
“No, someone’s coming over in an hour,” he says, wiping his mouth.
“O…kay,” I say slowly, waiting for him to tell me who is coming over. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles. “So, who is it?” I ask after he still doesn’t say anything.
“You’ll see.” He shrugs.
“So, you’re not going to tell me who it is?”
“Nope,” he says, putting his cup and plate into the sink without rinsing it. He starts to walk away, so I clear my throat to get his attention. When he looks at me, I nod my head in the direction of the sink and he raises his eyebrows. So, I nod my head in the direction of the sink again. “Do you have a tic, baby?” he asks, his mouth twitching.
I narrowed my eyes. “I’m not your maid, Asher.” He straight out smiles, giving me the dimple, then walks to the sink, takes his plate and cup out, still without rinsing them, and places them in the dishwasher. “You have to rinse it before you put it in the dishwasher,” I tell him, feeling and sounding like a total nag.
“It’s a dishwasher,” he says slowly, walking towards me.
“Ye—” Before I can get the words out, his mouth is on mine. The kiss is deep, wet, and so yummy, that when he pulls his mouth away, my hands are wrapped around his neck and my legs are around his hips. I’m in an Asher fog so deep that he could tell me that it’s not a dishwasher, but a microwave, and I would agree with him completely.
My eyes flutter open. He’s looking down at me with a cocky smile and mumbles, “That’s better.” Then, he squeezes my ass in his hands, sets me on the counter and leaves the kitchen, putting on his shirt as he goes.
“Holy crap,” I whisper. Beast looks at me, grunts, then walks to his dog bed and lays down, completely disappointed in my lack of willpower. “It’s not my fault,” I mumble to my dog. He lets out a breath and shuts his eyes, completely dismissing me. “It’s not,” I say, still mumbling. I hop off the counter, take Asher’s dishes from the dishwasher, rinse off the cream cheese so it doesn’t harden onto the plate, rinse out the cup then place them both back in the dishwasher. The whole time, I’m smiling.