I had high expectations for this book. After all the title, cover and the blurb spoke of great things. However, it did not live up to my expectations. Not that it was a bad read, but it had the potential to be so much greater.
It Seemed Like a Great Idea at the Time is the latest romance novel by Kylie Scott. It is a slow burn romance featuring an older hero (Pete) and younger heroine (Adele).
The story is told solely from Adele’s POV. Anyone familiar with my reviews knows I am a fan of this narration. It allows me to get inside the characters’ heads and gain an understanding of their emotions and actions. The story moved between the past and the present, which allowed me to compare Adele’s teenage and adult feelings. There was some level of growth, but sometimes her immaturity during her adult years shined through.
I liked Adele, however I thought she was too easy on Pete. After the way he treated her, and his many rejections, she should have made him grovel. I guess it is true when they say love makes you do stupid things.
I could not get a clue as to Pete’s feelings as his voice is missing from the story. Pete ran hot and cold making it difficult to pin down his true feelings where Adele is concerned. Even when the story ended, I had a hard time accepting that what he felt was real. He struck me as someone who did not know what he wanted. A player who had no qualms about breaking a woman’s heart, Adele’s included. A veritable ass. His actions were not that of a forty-year-old man but more like a twenty-year-old boy.
The chemistry between them was nonexistent. I never felt as there were any sparks between them and as such, I had a hard time relating to them as a couple.
There were fun moments, which made me chuckle. Adele’s way with words made for funny and interesting conversation.
Overall, this was an entertaining read, but it did not wow me as I had expected.
It was meant to be a soft kiss. A chaste one, even.
The minute my lips touched his, however, everything changed. Callused hands grabbed the sides of my face and my mouth opened on a gasp. His tongue swept inside, taking me over. Holy hell. Shoes and purse hit the floor, forgotten. Nothing about this kiss was slow or easy. The man devoured me. Every ounce of emotion poured into that kiss, all of the anger and frustration between us. His tongue was teasing and tasting, driving me wild. Then he drew back to suck and nip at my bottom lip. One hand slid around the back of my neck, the other over my hip to grab at my ass. His hold was firm, a little rough even. He treated my body like it belonged to him and I wasn’t gentle either.
Apparently experience mattered. Because all I could do was try and keep up.
I held on tight to his open shirt, straining against him, trying to get closer. I’d have crawled inside the man if I could. Turned out that under certain circumstances, the taste of scotch worked for me in a big way. Against my hip, his cock hardened, digging into me. And oh my God, I’d done that to him. Me. How amazing! Meanwhile, my body felt liquid, core aching and empty. I needed him inside of me and it seemed like I’d already been waiting forever.
“Fuck,” he muttered, breath hot against my ear.
I fumbled at the remaining buttons on his shirt. My damn fingers didn’t seem to be working. Easier to just push the whole thing upward. Luckily, the man decided to help, tearing the shirt off over his head. More skin was good. And he was so hot and smooth, a thrill to the touch. The solid flesh of his pecs and the flat plane of his stomach.
He tore at the zipper on the back of my dress, dragging fabric down over my shoulders. A growl came from the back of his throat, a noise of frustration, impatience. I’m reasonably certain I heard the silk rip. I didn’t care. His hands and mouth seemed to cover every bit of skin revealed, touching and tasting me everywhere. The dress got stuck on my hips. Out of the way enough for now.
He didn’t even bother undoing my bra, simply peeling down one of the lace cups to free my flesh. My breast filled his hot palm as it took the weight. Fingers plumped me, his thumb flicking over my hard nipple. The sting of pain followed by the heat of his kiss made my head spin and my body ache. There was no room for thought as he fed me deep, wet kisses. Slowly, he took us to the floor. No time for anything else. Just the urgent need to have him inside me.
The hardness of the polished wood was cool against my back. My legs were spread, his body between them. And with his broad chest above me, his weight taken on one arm, he was all I could see. I swear even the insides of my thighs were wet, I was so ready. It would have been embarrassing with anybody else. But this man, he had to know, he had to understand. It had always been him.
“Pete, I need—”
“I know,” he said, voice harsh and low.
“Addictive like all Kylie Scott books, you’ll swoon, laugh, ache, put your life on hold, and compulsively read until the wee hours of the night—only to reread the whole thing the next morning. Perfection!” – Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was. Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town. Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings. Sometimes first loves are the truest.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages.
She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.
Nadene's addiction to reading began at an early age, when a family friend gifted her a copy of Wuthering Heights. From that moment she was never without a book.She will read anything as long the material is compelling enough to hold her attention. She gained many experiences through the pages of the books she had the opportunity to read.She created this blog to share her love of books with like minded individuals hopes that in sharing reviews of the books read visitors to the blog will discover their next addictive read. When not reading, Nadene enjoys cooking, listening to music and watching television.
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Naomi, I hope it works out better for you. Happy reading.
Yay for the fun moments, but too bad that the romance was just so-so.
I do like it a lot more when a book like this has a bit of each character’s perspective. I have only read a couple of Kylie Scott’s books but have had great luck with them. Sorry this one was just a bit better for you.
Sorry to hear the characters just weren’t doing it for you. Sounds like it could have been a lot better.
I love the cover and almost one-clicked this but held off. Too bad it didn’t quite live up to your expectations. It is so hard when you don’t connect.
sorry it didn’t ring all your bells Nadene I do like some of her other novels. Is this a first in a series or a stand alone?
It is stand-alone. I figured if I had the male’s POV it would have worked out much better.
It’s a pity that it didn’t live up to your hopes. I loved the Stage Dive series. Some of the Dive bar series fell flat for me.