Some lines are meant to be crossed.
That hair. That fucking hair. It was everywhere, always, and I wanted to tangle my fingers in those dark curls and pull. And that would be fine if she wasn’t my apprentice.
Andy Asani was nothing like I expected. She was exotic and scary-brilliant, and the slightest murmur from those lips sent hot, hungry lust swirling through my veins. Outside my siblings, she was the only person I could name who shared my obsession with preserving Boston’s crumbling buildings.
My wants were few: good eats, tall boots, hot yoga, interesting work. One incredibly hot architect with the most expressive hazel eyes I ever encountered and entirely too much talent in and out of the bedroom wasn’t part of the original plan. Apparently he was part of the package.
Wine was my rabbi and vodka was my therapist, and I needed plenty of both to survive my apprenticeship. Especially with Patrick Walsh leaving love notes in the form of bite marks all over my body.
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The Space Between is the second book in a series about the Walsh family, but it is most definitely a standalone! This is my first Kate Canterbary book and I loved it! This book literally had me laughing out loud at the snappy, dirty, funny dialogue. I adore Kate’s style of writing, it is fast-paced, highly detailed and very, very funny.
This series is about a large group of siblings. The Space Between focuses on Patrick, a well-known architect with a tough reputation. Andy is smart, driven and YOUNG but determined to win a coveted internship at the Walsh family architecture firm. These two clashed from the beginning but this book is about so much more — family relationships, how they can define you well into your adult life, relationships with friends, and balancing work and professional life. Oh and the sex scenes? OFF-THE-CHARTS steamy and HOT HOT HOT!! Patrick is a dirty-talker with the best of the them! And Andy holds her own with Patrick, especially after she’s had a few and let’s go of some of her inhibitions. Their text message exchanges are priceless!
“02:12 Andy: you said you wanted to tie me up, is that the sort of thing a girl has to request in advance, kind of like how you have to call ahead for Peking duck?”
I loved the alternating POV’s of Patrick and Andy. I also applaud the other for not just “touching” on the subject of architects. Many books will use a setting such as a law firm or architecture school, and then barely ever mention the setting or background again. Not Kate Canterbary. The Space Between delves into the architect profession and the subject matter with gusto and with intelligence. As a reader, I appreciate the detail!
The Space Between is a witty, very sexy and ultimately heartwarming tale about family, friends and love. I absolutely love the title of the book and how it ties in to the story of the Walsh family. Highly recommended for readers of sexy, funny and very romantic stories. I can’t to read more books about the fabulous Walsh family!
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Underneath It All (The Walshes, #1)
If I had known I’d have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I’d have made time for a pedicure.
It’s all the little things—the action plans, the long-kept promises—that started falling apart when my life slipped into controlled chaos.
After I met Matthew Walsh.
I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to run screaming or rip his pants off, and most days I wanted a little of both. If I was being honest with myself, it was rip his pants off, ride him like a workhorse, and then run screaming.
A rebellious streak ran through Lauren Halsted. It was fierce and unrelentingly beautiful, and woven through too many good girl layers to count, and she wasn’t letting anyone tell her what to do.
Unless, of course, she was naked.
She wasn’t looking for me and I sure as shit wasn’t looking for her, but we found each other anyway and now we were locked in a battle of wills, waiting for the other to blink.
Sometimes the universe conspires to bring people together. Other times, it throws people down a flight of stairs and leaves them in a bruised and bloodied heap.
About the Author
Kate doesn’t have it all figured out, but this is what she knows for sure: spicy-ass salsa and tequila solve most problems, living on the ocean–Pacific or Atlantic–is the closest place to perfection, and writing smart, smutty stories is a better than any amount of chocolate. She started out reporting for an indie arts and entertainment newspaper back when people still read newspapers, and she has been writing and surreptitiously interviewing people—be careful sitting down next to her on an airplane—ever since. Kate lives on the water in Rhode Island with Mr. Canterbary and the Little Baby Canterbary, and when she isn’t writing sexy architects, she’s scheduling her days around the region’s best food trucks.
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“This is the best taco truck in Boston,” Patrick said, gesturing to the van parked between Harrison and Concord in the South End. “The best. No pickled beets or arugula. Real tacos. You like tacos, right? If you don’t, this isn’t going to work out.”
“Haven’t met a taco I don’t like,” I replied from the passenger seat of Patrick’s Range Rover.
“If you tell anyone about this, or put it on Twitter, and then everyone and their uncle shows up and I can’t get a taco? You’ll be pulling permits at City Hall for the next six years.”
“I can handle that.”
With a nod, we headed toward the van. We ordered the day’s special, barbacoa de costilla, and he inclined his head toward the park across the street. It was cold but the late afternoon sun seeped through my skin, and I turned my face toward it when we settled on a stone bench. The tacos were delicious, and when I told Patrick as much, he grunted in agreement. It was a raw, beautiful sound that annihilated Operation Don’t Think About Patrick Walsh Naked.
I wanted to hear that sound again. I wanted to cause that sound. I ate my tacos, staring at a bronze statue of a rider on horseback, reminding myself to stop thinking about sex.