Fan me down, New BBF on the shelf called Miles Girard!.
Tori and Miles, enemy's, Fr-enemy's whatever you want to call them there's a whole lot of pent up emotion between them.
When Tori finds herself in a situation where she needs to leave her home and hide out, Tori goes to stay at her best friend Chloe's home whilst she is living in another state with Ethan who s story's are both from the previous books.
Tori didn’t expect Miles, Chloe's brother and the man she has been fighting with for the past year to be living there when she arrives.
I haven't read previous books but with subtle hints of the previous plots, reading between the lines I figured the fall out was down to drama and Miles lack of support for Chloe, Tori's best friend and although Chloe has forgiven her brother Tori hasn't.
Can you stay mad with and fight someone you're insanely attracted to? and not only that, now someone you have to share house with? even a strong character like Tory struggles and it's a fun,hot and rough ride on their hate to love journey.
Tori is such a tough, feisty and stubborn character, a reformed party girl, were as Miles is described as a geek with a hot body and whatever his previous misgivings he certainly made up for it in Flawed.
Told in dual pov's Flawed is a hot read, the sex scenes are descriptive and well written.
I was completely enraptured by the plot from the beginning, with the brilliant descriptive and enticing writing style of Tracy Wolff and interesting characters, I found everything so well balanced throughout the plot from humorous to dramatic moments and all that it contains that had me turning the pages.
I loved this book and Miles, I'm looking forward to not only more from this author but now out of curiosity I need to read the previous books with Chloe and Ethan Frost's story.
There's no huge drama's, danger or angst in Flawed, this is Tori finally growing up, standing on her own feet and moving on from one night stands.
Recommended hot read.
Arc gratefully received from netgalley for review.
FLAWED IS BOOK 4 IN THE ETHAN FROST NOVELS
The bestselling Ethan Frost series introduces a tantalizing new hero—and the broken woman only he can save. Discover why Beth Kery once declared that readers of Tracy Wolff will “fall in love under the spell of a master.”
When Tori Reed loses everything, he sets her free.
I told myself I’d never trust Miles Girard, no matter how brilliant or sexy he may be. His sister, Chloe—Ethan Frost’s wife—is my best friend, but I know just how low Miles will stoop to get what he wants. Now he’s the last thing I want: my boss.
Growing up, I had it all—except for the sense that I belonged. And when a mistake from my past surfaces in the press, my parents don’t hesitate to cut me off.
But surprisingly, Miles offers me a helping hand.
Before I know it, our relationship turns unprofessional in the hottest ways. Of course, he still drives me crazy. But when I’m dealt the ultimate blow, Miles is there for me. And maybe he’s the one I’ve been looking for all along.
Tori’s a mess. A gorgeous mess, with her short, multicolored hair sticking up in all directions and her hot-pink bandage dress hugging her gentle curves, but a mess nonetheless. Her brown eyes are blurry, her cheeks flushed, and she’s trembling a little as I pull her onto the dance floor and into my arms.
Most nights she’d never allow me to touch her—understandable considering she pretty much hates my guts—but tonight she comes along without protest. The fact that she’s so pliable is in and of itself a cause for concern, but the way she’s trembling, the way she lets me mold her body against my own, the way she tossed back three glasses of champagne in under half an hour—yes, I’ve been watching her since she stepped off the elevator—tells me that something’s wrong.
Not that she’s going to tell me what it is, and not that I’m going to ask. But I’m not going to let my little sister’s best friend get totally trashed, either—not when half the guys here look like they’re just waiting to move in for the kill.
The second clue I get that something’s not quite right is the fact that she doesn’t say anything to me at all, even after I’ve got her wrapped up in my arms. On a normal day Tori’s a mouthy little thing—one who has no trouble letting me know just how much she despises me——and the fact that she’s keeping her mouth shut right now does more than tell me something’s wrong. It makes me worry.
The song ends on a whisper and the DJ switches things up, taking us from slow and sexy to fast and hot with the swipe of a finger across his screen. I spin her around a little, move us across the dance floor. Then as the chorus hits, I spin her all the way out before pulling her back in with a sharp tug that has her body slamming into me in the best possible way.
That’s when she looks up for the first time and our eyes meet. Something flashes in hers, a little bit of the old attitude she wears like a second skin. I’m unreasonably happy to see it, especially considering how much her mouth usually annoys me.
“You do know that it’s customary to ask a woman to dance, don’t you? Instead of dragging her off like a caveman.” Somehow she manages to look down her nose at me, even though she’s about five inches shorter than I am even in her ridiculous heels.
I ignore the surge of relief that comes with her sassiness and concentrate instead on shutting it down. If I’ve learned nothing in the last year, it’s that if you give Tori an inch, she’ll take ten miles. And somehow get you to thank her for it even as she exercises her own version of manifest destiny. “Yeah, well, it’s also customary not to get shit-faced at a formal engagement party, but that doesn’t seem to be stopping you.”
Her eyes narrow and when she opens her mouth I know she’s planning on delivering a stinging slap-down. And frankly, I’m not in the mood to hear it. Especially since she’s been saying the same old shit practically from the day we met.
So instead of waiting for whatever insult she wants to level at me this time, I spin her out fast and hold her there for the count of five before slowly pulling her back in.
She’s talking before our hands even meet. “I’m far from shit-faced, thank you very much.”
“Maybe not, but you’re well on your way.” It’s my turn to narrow my eyes at her. “You’ve had three glasses of champagne in the last twenty minutes.”
“Wow. Stalk much?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing, baby. After all, I was here first.”
Before she can answer, I spin her out again, then pull her close and spin her back out in the opposite direction, just because I can. And because it pisses her off and a pissed-off Tori Reed is a magnificent sight to behold.
“Don’t call me baby,” she snarls the second I pull her back in. “And believe me, Miles, the only way I would stalk you would be if I was planning on driving a wooden stake through your cold, black heart.”
“Wooden stakes are for the undead,” I tell her as I press her close so she can feel the heat of my body through my suit and her dress. “And I can assure you, baby, I am very much alive.”
“Yeah, well, kitchen knives work on everyone. Why don’t you come downstairs with me right now? I’d be happy to demonstrate.”
“Aw, how nice. An invitation to your place.” I smirk deliberately. “First you follow me to this party, then you invite me into your condo? You sure you’re not the one stalking me?”
She’s outraged, and it’s obvious she’s got a vicious response on the tip of her tongue. So I spin her out again, just to watch her eyes narrow to slits and her cheeks get even more flushed.
“You could always come downstairs with me and find out,” she hisses as I pull her back in.
This time, instead of taking her hand, I place one finger to her lips before she can spit any of the insults at me that I can see swimming in her eyes. “Now, now, baby, I know you’re eager. But I’m not that kind of guy. If you want me to fuck you, you’re going to have to let me take you to dinner first.”