If You Were Mine (After We Fall Book 3)

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I’d also like to give a shout out to Ms. Harlow for giving us Jaime’s brother and his fiancé. It was refreshing to read about a gay couple in a way that didn’t turn them into silly caricatures. I loved Quinn even more once I saw his love and support for his bestie.

Man Candy could’ve easily been a mediocre read for me but thankfully Melanie Harlow excels at this type of story. The funny, the hot and the feels are all woven together in a way you just can’t help but be entertained by. Jaime and her constant need to keep Quinn at a distance emotionally should’ve rubbed me the wrong way almost immediately. Instead, her character’s written in such a way that you get why she does what she does and I found myself rooting for her to figure things out once she realized her feelings for Quinn ran deeper than a hot hookup. This book was great. There were ups and downs and a TON of self doubt (sometimes too much for my taste) but love bought it all together in the end. There were so really funny parts but I loved the epilog the best! It was cute and funny and tearful. The beautiful brunette, blue-eyed, and curvy Jaime Owens tried to seduce her brother’s gorgeous best friend, Quinn Rusek, 10 years ago when she was 17 and he was 18. He rejected her. I repeat: he did nothing. One big burn. An ego blow. A knife to the heart.

What had I been thinking to let myself love her? To let myself need her? Why had I thought for even one second that I was capable of this—of surviving the loss of her? Because I knew in my bones that no matter what you did or said or tried, love wasn’t enough to make anyone stay. The realization that one day this would all be over and she’d be gone sliced right through my heart. It stopped beating. My throat closed up. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. Pulling over to the side of the road, I put the car in park and tried to get control of myself as I gasped for air. You are not a child. You are a man. You can fight this. You still have control. You can get out of danger. You can leave first. By the time my breathing returned to normal, and I could feel my heart beating again in my chest, I’d made up my mind. It had been a mistake to let her break down my walls. It would hurt her, but in the long run, I’d be doing her a favor. The sooner she realized love was a losing game, the better. Or maybe loving me was the losing game, and she’d have a better chance at happiness with someone else. Someone who believed in her fairy tale life with the porch swing and the bikes and the lemonade stand. Someone who could give it to her. Share it with her. Someone who could love her without disappointing her. But it wasn’t me. It had never been me.

Jaime swore she would forget about the man candy who didn’t want a piece of her, but suddenly it’s raining Hershey kisses. Come on,” she whispered. “Jump.” I gave up the fight, sliding all the way inside her with slow, sweet ease. When I couldn’t go any deeper, she looked up at me, and even though it was dark, I knew what her eyes said. I trust you. I trust you not to hurt me. I trust you not to lie to me. I trust you not to break my heart. As I moved deep within her, I vowed to myself that I would honor that trust. That I would keep my promises. That somehow I would become the man she saw when she looked at me, rather than the one I saw when I looked at myself. I just had to figure out who he was. And how to make him stay. OVER THE NEXT day and a half, I thought hard about what I could do to convince Claire to give me another chance. To see that I was willing to work on myself. To believe in me. It wouldn’t be easy—for all she knew, I was just going to walk out again the next time I got scared. And there would be a next time. I wasn’t going to pretend I’d never feel that fear of being abandoned ever again, but like my brother said, by admitting it, putting it out there and talking honestly about it with her, I could lessen its hold on me. But how could I even convince her to have that honest conversation? If I were her, I probably wouldn’t even want to let me in the door. I needed to think of a way to show her I was in this for real. I was dying to tell her I loved her, but words wouldn’t be enough. What mattered to Claire? What would prove that I had listened to her well enough to know what it meant to say, I love you and I can make you happy—will you let me? sometime this month.” “Sounds good. I’m really happy for you, Claire.” “Thanks.” My stomach fluttered. “I’m happy, too.” breathing in his scent. It calmed me, and I fell asleep knowing that tomorrow, everything would be better. I could fix this.So who is Quinn? He’s a smoking hot model who happens to be a thoughtful and kind person. Plus, he’s super smart. He’s not just a pretty face, you guys. He’s really funny and charming and gives the best insta hashtags. He’s basically perfect! He’s been through some tough things over the past year and going home sounds like the best cure for him. Plus, he can’t wait to see Jaime again! The hijinks and jokes in this book were laugh out loud funny. It’s Mel’s signature humor plus some. I was practically rolling on the floor at so many scenes (the closet and love bug). Plus, Melanie really upped the hot factor in this book. Her books are always left-hand worthy but Man Candy was a fan-myself-need-to-left-hand-it-right-now kind of hot. Melanie wrote one of the most erotic scenes I’ve read (the finger). God, this book is delightful. One night turns into a snowed-in weekend away, and even the blizzard of the century can’t cool the fire between us. I can’t get enough—of his smile, of his body, of the way he makes me feel. I love Quinn! He is an amazing book boyfriend—sweet, thoughtful, funny, good looking, and amazing in bed. He's loyal to his family and everyone he cares about. He never pushes Jaime, and he understands her enough to know what she needs. He knows when to be in charge and knows when to give way. I love this man. I couldn’t do it. So then why the hell did you go there last night? I squirmed in my seat. I didn’t want to answer that question. I just wanted to go home and forget about this. Forget about her.

I adore the humor that brings this story to life; grabbing hold of the reader and making this novel so hard to put down. better. But I couldn’t speak—my throat was too tight. Instead we just held each other. And it was enough.

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Had I not made it clear that I don’t want a boyfriend, but I do want sex? What kind of guy turns down an offer like that?” PDF / EPUB File Name: If_You_Were_Mine_-_Melanie_Harlow.pdf, If_You_Were_Mine_-_Melanie_Harlow.epub I BROUGHT up a hand towel I’d found in the hall closet downstairs and wet with warm water. “Don’t move,” I told her. She stayed on her stomach, her arms folded beneath her chin, while I gently cleaned her up. “Thank you.” It was insane that she was thanking me. “Believe me, it’s my pleasure.” When I was finished, I kissed her shoulder. “There. All clean.” She smiled at me over one shoulder. “For now, anyway. Here, give me that.” Sitting up, she took the wet towel from me. “I’ll put it in the laundry.” Going over to her closet, she slipped into a fluffy floor-length white robe with her initials embroidered on the chest. I laughed as I tugged on my jeans. “That thing is huge.” “I know, I love it. It’s like being inside a cloud.” She snuggled inside it. “It was a gift from my friend Margot.” “The one who lives on the farm?” She’d told me about her two closest girlfriends last night. I’d never had friendships like that. I was close to Aaron, but that was different—our bond was in blood, and we’d been born to it. The bond between friends was different. You chose each other. “Yes. And the one getting married in February.” Melanie Harlow books are my happy place. The quirky humor, the steam, the ridiculously endearing characters she writes, all of it simply does it for me. Man Candy was yet another reason why she's become my go-to author when I'm in the mood for something cute and steamy.