4 the perfect power couple stars!!!!!
Much more than he bargained for…
“You want me to find you a wife?”
“No. I want you to be my wife.”
Garrett Song is this close to taking the reins of his family’s LA fashion empire…until the Song matriarch insists he marry her handpicked bride first. To block her matchmaking, he recruits Natalie Sobol to pose as his wife. She needs a fake spouse as badly as he does. But when passion burns down their chaste agreement, the flames could destroy them all…
This is my first book by Jayci Lee and it was rather delightful, I’m not going to lie it started out just a little rocky for me. That may have been because there was no way to get to know these characters individually at first like you would in a full length novel. You get to meet both while they are both meeting each other, and it takes off from there. I know the novel is a bit shorter than most so that might have something to do with it. I love marriage of convince stories, both characters obviously need something out of the marriage and eventually come to realize they have deeper feelings for each other.
Garret and Natalie’s characters weren’t super flawed per se, but they both went into the marriage without knowing one another well. I loved how this spanned weeks and they didn’t jump into the steamy part fast, so they took the time to know one another. Garret’s protectiveness and immediate love for Sophie was heart melting. I adored that Natalie didn’t blame the Davis’s for wanting to have full custody of Sophie, that could’ve been portrayed in such a negative light and the author did so well of portraying a positive multi-level family. I think one of my favorite parts of the book without being to spoiler-y is when Garret busts the door in on “Grandma” and Natalie. It made me laugh really hard.
Would I read the next book by this author definitely, thank you to Jayci Lee, NetGalley, and Harlequin for a copy in lieu of my honest review.
Garrett resisted the urge to glance over his shoulder to check on her. Natalie was a grown woman and he
didn’t need to protect her from being swarmed by admirers. Besides, she was the one who had proposed they
refrain from other relationships, so she wouldn’t do anything to hurt his reputation or hers.
Earlier, at her apartment, he’d caught fire at the sight of her in her little black dress. It was demure
compared to the one she’d worn at Le Rêve, but it hugged her hourglass figure and highlighted the curves
underneath just enough to tease his imagination.
He walked to the bar for his Scotch and grabbed a flute of champagne from a server on his way back. As
he’d anticipated, Natalie was now surrounded by a group of men and he lengthened his strides to reach her.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, sweetheart.” He pressed a light kiss on her lips and handed her the champagne.
“Thank you.” She leaned her head against his shoulder when he pulled her to his side, playing her part like a
“Natalie was just taking us to task about USC’s new head coach. It seems neither he nor I truly understand
college football,” said one of Mike’s college friends.
“Is that so?” Garrett raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged.
“Taking you to task is a bit harsh.” She hid her grin against the rim of her champagne flute as she took a long
sip. “It’s just that I have a better understanding than you guys.”
The audience winced and guffawed at her cheekiness. As Natalie continued with her lecture, all the men
listened intently, as did Garrett. She was funny and down-to-earth, and her mind was quicker than lightning.
Lost in her words, Garrett belatedly noticed the crowd had grown. Her champagne glass was depleted and her
smile was becoming strained.
He leaned down close to her ear. “Tired?”
“All right, gentlemen. I’m whisking away my date now. I’m tired of sharing her.”
When the crowd finally dispersed, Natalie slumped against him with a groan. “I need food, champagne and
somewhere to sit.”
A server walked over with a tray of bacon-wrapped shrimp and Natalie snatched a couple of them. She
popped one in her mouth and mumbled around her food, “Not necessarily in that order.”
Garrett laughed and guided her toward the French doors leading out to the garden. Natalie ate every single
hors d’oeuvre she met along the way and finished another glass of champagne.
“Holy cow. Is everything really, really delicious, or am I just famished? I would totally go back for that crab
cake if my feet weren’t screaming at me to get my butt on a chair.”
He glanced down at her zebra-print high heels. They did amazing things for her legs but didn’t look remotely
comfortable. “There’s a bench around the corner.”
“Oh, thank God.” She kicked off her shoes as soon as she plopped onto the seat.
Garrett shrugged out of his jacket and draped it around her shoulders before sitting next to her.
“Thank you,” she murmured, gazing at the garden. “It’s so beautiful out here.”
“Is it?” He and Mike had grown up tearing apart that very garden, but Garrett had never sat still and taken it
all in, like they were doing now. “I guess you’re right.”
He studied her profile, her high, regal cheekbone and the graceful curve of her neck. Half of her hair had
escaped the loose knot behind her head and fell down her back and shoulders. He wanted to sweep aside her
hair and feel the softness of her skin, which he absolutely should not do.
“So how do you know so much about college football?” He tore his gaze away from her and stared at an old
maple tree ahead of him, hard enough to make his eyes water.
“We’ve got time.” He made a show of checking his watch. “I’ll give you ten minutes.”
Her laughter filled the garden, then ended on a wistful sigh. “My dad and I, we weren’t very close. The only
time he didn’t mind my company was when we watched college football together. He was a huge fan. I don’t
think he even noticed I was sitting there half the time.”
Garrett understood what that felt like. As soon as he finished graduate school, he’d thrown himself into his
work. It was satisfying in its predictability and it created a common ground for him and his father. His dad had
stepped down from the CEO position when his mom died, but returned to Hansol a few years later as an
“I thought if I learned enough about the sport, he’d like me a little better.” Her shrug told him it hadn’t
worked, but Natalie told her story without an ounce of self-pity—like she owned her past, hurt and all. His
respect for her deepened. “But soon I noticed I wasn’t faking my enthusiasm anymore. I’d grown to love the
sport. Who knew it’d come in handy at an intimate birthday party for a hundred people?”
“You certainly won over quite a few of them.”
“I did?” Her eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise.
He huffed out a laugh. “Why did you think that crowd was hanging on to your every word?”
“Watch yourself, Garrett Song.” Natalie narrowed her eyes and pointed a finger at him. “I know where you
He snatched her hand and tugged her to her feet. “Yes, and you’ll be living there with me starting Sunday.”
“Ugh.” She hooked an index finger in each of her shoes, not bothering to put them back on. “Do you ever
stop thinking about work?”
“Yes.” He cocked his head and pretended to consider her question. “But only when I’m thoroughly
Her lashes fluttered and color saturated her cheeks, and his gut clenched with heat. She could definitely
become his most dangerous distraction.
About the author
Jayci Lee writes poignant, funny, and sexy romance. She lives in sunny
California with her tall-dark-and-handsome husband, two amazing boys with boundless energy, and a
fluffy rescue whose cuteness is a major distraction. She is semi-retired from her 15-year career as a
defense litigator, and writes full-time now. She loves food, wine, and travelling, just like her characters.
Books have always helped her grow, dream, and heal. She hopes her books will do the same for you.