You’ve met the men of BAM. Now get to know the rebel.
Who is Reid Matthews?
Series: Vested Interest #4
Author: Melanie Moreland
Release Date: September 17, 2018
A child, abandoned and unloved.
A teen, adrift and disregarded, using his superior tech skills for the wrong intentions.
A young adult, his future overshadowed by his prison record, his life an endless loop of loneliness.
Until he is given a second chance and a new life emerges.
A career he once thought he could only dream of, surrounded by people who show him that family and home aren’t simply words.
And a girl who shows him the greatest, most complex code he could ever write.
If you are looking for another run-of-the-mill billionaire alpha male, then this book is not for you. But if you are looking for an emotional, heart-wrenching, sexy, sweet book then you MUST read this one. This is a standalone in the Vested Interest series. Full disclosure, I have not read any of the other books in this series. I did not feel like I was missing out on anything. What this book made me want is to read the rest of the series and to read more of Melanie Moreland.
This book has so many feels!!! You’ll laugh and you’ll cry. Your heart will be broken and then put back together with so much love. I’ll be honest, I love it when a characters are broken or come from a non-traditional background. To me, those books seem more real, more believable, more hopeful. You will be rooting for these characters and wanting to just reach out and hug them. This book shows characters with true vulnerability and true perseverance. You learn a new definition of family and love.
I have read hundreds and hundreds of books and most of them are just a faint memory. I can guarantee that this book will stick with me for years to come. Reid and Becca have definitely grabbed a piece of my heart. I cannot recommend this book enough.
“Oh hey, Reid. Come in. I’m running late.”
Disappointed at her casual greeting, I followed her down the hall. Her ass looked especially pert and full today. I wanted to cup it. To grab her and kiss her, and grind my erection into her so she knew what she was doing to me. To prove how I was feeling was anything but casual.
Instead, I set down my bag, trying to appear nonchalant. “Am I interrupting?”
“No, I’m taking my class. Do you need in this area?” She indicated the empty space behind her.
“No, um, I can start anywhere.”
She lifted a bottle of water, taking a long swallow. The action caused her throat to work, and I was fascinated watching the pull of her muscles. When a small river of water escaped the bottle, racing down her neck and disappearing into her neckline, I was certain I whimpered. Her expression never changed.
“How about I start at the door?”
“Sure. I’ll be here.” She pointed behind me. “I poured you water. I know you like ice.”
I opened my bag on the counter, making sure I had everything I needed. I carried the control panel to the door, along with the contact and other items I would need. The music started up again, and I glanced down the hall, freezing. My eyes widened when I realized what class she was taking. One, until this moment, I didn’t know existed.
Not yoga or one of the jazzer-whatever classes.
Becca was fucking pole dancing in front of me.
I stared as she went through some moves, seemingly forgetting I was even in the area. I knew my mouth hung open. I knew my dick lengthened.
I knew I was fucked.
She was elegant and graceful, a blur of movement as she twirled and arched.
Wicked and tempting as she wrapped her legs around the pole and bent backward. The bow of her back was mesmerizing as she hung upside down with only the strength of her legs holding her in position.
I had to turn away, fumbling with the items in my hands. I shut my eyes, counted to ten, and reached for the drill. I needed to concentrate.
Except my gaze drifted back to her and I stared for endless moments, caught up in her actions. She hung on the pole using only her hands, her legs split and wide, balancing. She transitioned into a spin and moved onto yet another seductive move.
I dropped the control unit, annihilating it when the drill landed on top. Cursing, I picked it up, grateful I always carried a spare. In the kitchen, I dug the other one from my bag, then desperate to cool off, grabbed the glass of water she had for me and drank it down. I leaned against the back counter, watching Becca’s mesmerizing form.
She did a series of moves, ending with a one-legged spin, her arms controlling the motion. When she was done, she bent low, one leg around the pole, her arm locked in position. Her hair dragged on the floor, her other arm stretched back, highlighting her curves. Her face tilted in my direction, and our eyes locked across the room. Her chest heaved, mine matching her breathing without thought. A slow, sexy smirk split her mouth.
“You like that, Reid?” she asked, her voice a throaty purr.
The entire week crashed down on me. The worry, disappointment, and frustration made me react. I didn’t care about her father’s views, her ideas of convicts. I didn’t care we needed to talk. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was touching her. She knew what seeing her would do to me. She did this deliberately to provoke me.
It was my turn. The only thing standing in my way was the counter.
I was going over it.
“I loved this book… [it] is everything I want in book 1 of a new series and then some.” – Shh Mom’s Reading
“I just couldn’t put this book down. I became so fascinated by the plot and the characters that my fascination was actually bordering on obsession.” – MammieBabbie
“A 5-star story that made me read for hours . . . A romantic suspense that had me intrigued from the very first page read.” – TDC Book Reviews
Prize: $50 Amazon Gift Card & Signed Paperback Copy of Reid
New York Times/USA Today bestselling author Melanie Moreland, lives a happy and content life in a quiet area of Ontario with her beloved husband of twenty-seven-plus years and their rescue cat, Amber. Nothing means more to her than her friends and family, and she cherishes every moment spent with them.
While seriously addicted to coffee, and highly challenged with all things computer-related and technical, she relishes baking, cooking, and trying new recipes for people to sample. She loves to throw dinner parties, and also enjoys traveling, here and abroad, but finds coming home is always the best part of any trip.
Melanie loves stories, especially paired with a good wine, and enjoys skydiving (free falling over a fleck of dust) extreme snowboarding (falling down stairs) and piloting her own helicopter (tripping over her own feet.) She’s learned happily ever afters, even bumpy ones, are all in how you tell the story.
Melanie is represented by Flavia Viotti at Bookcase Literary Agency. For any questions regarding subsidiary or translation rights please contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.