Everly Parker is about to graduate from law school, always busy, and can’t stop rushing through life. Her late grandmother left her a bucket list of meaningful, can’t-miss experiences, but she hasn’t completed a single one. Then searing-hot Max Levin bursts into her world. As a casting director for a porn production company, Max is loaded, cocky, and all wrong for Everly. Still, she’s tempted enough to cross the first item off her list: Go out with someone you’d never give the time of day.
Inheriting a porn empire isn’t every guy’s dream (well, actually, it probably is), but Max isn’t complaining. It’s just that until he meets Everly, he has no idea what he’s been missing. As the pressure mounts to take over the family business, Max can’t help wondering what would happen if he chose Everly instead. So far, his life has been a wild ride, but only Everly promises the greatest rush of all: love.
A loud bang sounded to my right and I turned my attention to the aisle, where a sweet- looking girl blew a heavy breath out the side of her mouth. It caused her unkempt black hair to flutter around her face. She bent, reaching to pick up the stack of books that had fallen to the ground, giving a spectacular view of a tight, round bottom covered in black fabric.
Who knew yoga pants were so damn sexy? Hers were sloppily tucked into a pair of beige Uggs.
I scrambled from my seat and crouched beside her, picking up one of her books and holding it out. “You dropped something,” I said, my senses kicking up at the sweet scent surrounding me.
She snorted, a cute little laugh, and grabbed the book from my hand. “Sounds like something I would do.”
She finally looked up and her soft blue eyes locked on mine. Her lips were plump and naked. She didn’t need lipstick. They were the perfect shade of raspberry. Her pale skin was luminous and it took all of my willpower not to lean in and scent her, running my nose up her dainty neck. My cock twitched in my pants. An unexpected twitch. One I hadn’t felt upon first sight of a woman in a long damn time.
Getting rid of that book so soon might have been a bad idea. I needed it to cover the semi that had just popped up in my pants.
I did a quick survey of her body, which didn’t stand out, in yoga pants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. She was the exact opposite of the women I saw on a daily basis. She was as plain as vanilla ice cream, but something grabbed me—grabbed my cock, was more like it.
“I’m sorry to interrupt.” Her face knitted with guilt as her eyes settled on something behind me.
“We’re on an interview,” Stella said from the table.
This woman knew the escorts. Did that mean she, too, was . . . A grinned curved up at the side of my mouth. Oh, yeah, I could definitely see her making a lot of money playing the uptight librarian fantasy.
“At my favorite café?”
“Public space, and all,” Jade said with a shrug.
Smart girl. Just the kind of girl White Lace wanted.
When the last book had been picked up, the woman straightened, and I followed suit. She flipped her hair and when her sea-blue eyes locked on mine, I suddenly felt like I’d just run the New York Marathon. Winded, achy, but high on something I just couldn’t put my finger on.
“Thank goodness.” She struggled to gather the books against her chest. “I thought I
interrupted your dates.”
I struggled to lift my arm to help her, but it was caught on something invisible. Sort of like my tongue, which didn’t want to cooperate.
She shuffled away and placed her books on a table three down from where we sat.
When she returned, she eyed me with . . . disinterest.
“I’m Max Levin.” This time my arm cooperated. “Are you an associate of these lovely
She brought her hand up to cover her chest. “You think . . . Oh, no.” She laughed, a sweet little giggle that forced a smile to my face. “I’m not a . . .” A blush fell across her cheeks.
Innocent. Unassuming. With a little lip gloss, maybe . . . I shook off the thought. This girl wasn’t porn material. But for the first time in years, I actually wanted to test the merchandise to find out.
~*REVIEW BY ELYSSA*~
Fallers, do you ever make rash decisions, worry about regretting them, but then end up realizing it was a totally awesome choice? I do that a lot with books--I pick something based purely on morbid curiosity and then there's a 50/50 shot I'll hate it. In this case, I took a chance on Gina Gordon's Rush and... I loved it! I'm giving it five leaves!
Bear with me here Fallers, because this one's a doozy. Everly is a law student, just one semester away from graduation... but it feels hollow. Her parents have always pushed her and she's always done well, she's just not 100 percent sure it's the path she wants to follow. She's sure it's just cold feet... until she meets Max. Max, the heir apparent to White Lace Productions--a porn empire. Like I said Fallers, stick with me here. Sex and porn do play a role in this story--but they're the side story. The real story is how Max and Everly have an awesome relationship and how they make each other grow as people.
Plus, you know, the sex.
Anyway, I can't give anything away (and you know I won't, because I don't do spoilers), but just know that their relationship is awesome. It's what you want every good relationship to be, and by the end of the story, both finally realize that following their hearts is way better (sometimes) than following their heads. This entire story was an absolute delight and I'm so glad I took a chance on it. Both hero and heroine were well-developed characters in their own right and, as regular readers know I love, are very human--flawed and imperfect, just like real people. That is, if the people you know are heirs to porn empires (but no, really, I'm not kidding).
Read it and (don't) weep, Fallers--buy Rush. Seriously. Go. Now.
~*ABOUT THE AUTHOR*~
When her dream of becoming a mafia princess didn’t pan out, Gina Gordon went after her second dream: becoming a writer. And she hasn’t looked back. A self-proclaimed happily-ever-after junkie and cupcake connoisseur, Gordon loves spinning contemporary tales of knee-bending first kisses, unconditional love, and super-hot sex. She lives in Milton, Ontario, with her husband and their lovable dog.