New Release+Review: Stud by Kelly Siskind

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February 4, 2018

New Release+Review: Stud by Kelly Siskind

Title: Stud

Author: Kelly Siskind

Genre: Romantic Comedy

Release Date: January 31, 2018

A down-to-earth carpenter. A Prada loving personal shopper.

A Habitat for Humanity project that erects more than walls…

The word “nail” has so many meanings:

Ainsley Hall’s manicured nails belong in the Museum of Modern Art.

The fashionista hammers nails at Habitat for Humanity.

She desperately wants to nail Owen Phillips.

Unfortunately, she mistakenly thinks he’s gay.

Owen’s never-ending divorce has taken a turn from messy to downright vindictive. Yearning for the simpler things in life, like working with his hands, he joins a Habitat build. Turns out he also wants to work over Ainsley Hall…but the confusing bombshell flirts blatantly with other men.

When Ainsley discovers Owen’s true sexuality, their mutual attraction ignites, but he hasn’t shared the extent of his divorce drama. If he can’t disprove his ex’s false allegations, it will take more than hammers and nails (and nailing studs) to keep their walls from caving in.

Ainsley Hall made a wish for her birthday and has only six months to make it happen. With the goal to better herself, the fashionista/personal shopper decides to volunteer at a Habitat for Humanity project.

Owen Phillips is in the middle of a messy divorce. He’s moved back close to his family to get a fresh start in life, away from an unfulfilling job and a vindictive ex-wife who’s dragging their divorce.

They’ll meet at the Habitat project and it will be rocky at first, but they’ll develop a friendship from their easy banter and picnic table lunches and things will grow from there, not without some really funny mishaps.

This book was fun and enjoyable. Ainsley is a total spitfire in designer clothes, while Owen is the epitome of a 1950s gentleman, classy and debonair just like the ones in the movies.

They both have trouble pasts that affect their relationship at one point or another. Trust and abandonment issues will be at play and they will have to come to terms with their shortcomings in order to move on to their HEA.

I loved their story and can’t wait to read about Gwen.

4.5. Book Corner Stars

After reading ‘Legs’ I couldn’t wait for to read Ainsley’s story. Ainsley was a spitfire in that book and she didn’t disappoint in this book either. As expected there is another side to her and we got to see the vulnerable and insecure side as well. Owen is such a sweetheart. He had issues of his own but it didn’t stop him from putting Ainsley and the people he cared about first. As the story progressed there was anticipated drama but I loved that it wasn’t dragged out and both parties were able to resolve their issues. I loved catching up with Jimmy and Rachel. Plus the author laid the groundwork for Gwen’s story and I can tell this is going to be a good one! Siskind is an author I found by accident and I have to say I’ve really come to enjoy her books. They are refreshing, fun and easy to read and leaves you satisfied when you’re done.

4.5 Book Corner Stars

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Her gaze dipped down my body, slow and languid, soaking me in. Something in me twitched to life, like a phantom limb reminding me hot blood once pumped through my veins. All my veins. My groin got heavy, heat flushing my thighs. Because she looked at me.

I let that notion marinate and did my best to keep my brain on target. “If you plan on volunteering, show up at the construction site at 8:30 a.m. sharp. Nick will take you through the paces.”

“Will you be here?”

“Possibly.”

“Are you here every day?”

“Some.”

“Do you often answer questions with one word?”

“Depends.”

She tipped her head, those stunning eyes intent upon me. Suddenly, heading home for beers and pizza didn’t sound as appealing. I dug my boots deeper into the earth.

She swiped her tongue across her full bottom lip. “All right, tough guy. I’ll be here next week, volunteer ready, where you may or may not be, depending on if you do or do not decide to show up.”

Every word dripped with flirtatiousness, but I stayed quiet. The way I’d all but grunted at her so far, probably better to keep my mouth shut.

So we stood there—her waiting on me to speak, a skateboarder barreling down the road at our left. Me unsure why she was affecting me.

I missed being with a woman. Missed the slide of soft skin and wet mouths, and locking my girl in my arms for the night. But I’d sworn I’d do it right this time. Not rush in. Make sure I dated someone with depth and interests outside of making bank. Everything about this spitfire girl read narcissistic.

When our silence slipped into awkward, she fluttered her fingers in my face. “It’s been…interesting.”

I offered her a curt nod.

Chuckling to herself, she spun around, but her right heel wedged into the loose dirt. Those damn shoes were lethal. She sank an inch and teetered, but seemed to catch herself. Then her massive purse fell. The thick strap landed on her forearm, tipping the balance. She shot out her hand, struggling to stay upright.

I lunged for her, clasping her trim waist to hold her steady. And close. Too close. Not near enough for her to feel how I was thickening behind my zipper, but the air swelled. It dilated with feminine scents. Something sweet. Nice.
She smelled like chocolate.

My hands spanned her waist from behind, her curves above and below all woman. Hour glass, like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe. Jean Harlow. Mae West. Over the years, I’d watched every classic movie there was, wishing I could slip to a time when men danced and women sang and loyalty and love were valued over getting ahead. An old soul, my nana always said. Or a romantic. Or just plain trouble.

Now I had my hands on a dangerous beauty.

A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to open a cheese shop with her husband in northern Ontario. When she’s not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies bouncing around in her head. She laughs at her own jokes and has been known to eat her feelings—gummy bears heal all. She’s also an incurable romantic, devouring romance novels into the wee hours of the morning.