I am a total sucker for slow-burning romances. Throw in a possessive alpha with a heart of gold and a sassy heroine and you have a winner in my book. Bad Judgment combines all of that with Meghan March’s ability to write witty dialogue and a story that builds anticipation throughout.
Justine is an ambitious law student attending school on a merit scholarship. She has worked her ass off for everything she has gotten and graduation is the only thing that drives her.
She doesn’t have time for distractions like Ryker Grant. Unfortunately, Justine doesn’t have much choice when the school cuts its scholarship budget and she needs to make money to cover tuition.
Ryker is Justine’s cocky co-ed who has been pursuing her for over two years. He’s the son of a school board member and judge, so he’s a shoo-in for good grades and an even better job placement after graduation.
Too bad that being a lawyer isn’t what Ryker wants in life. What he does want is Justine, both for her body and her brains.
Justine is such a likable girl-next-door heroine. I love her independence and sass. She’s a little proud, but that only makes for better conflict with Ryker.
He’s also a dirty-talker, which I like in my heroes. I love the slow burn, the pursuit, and the chemistry between Justine and Ryker. Plus, once they are together, Ryker is downright swoony.
There are several conflicts happening simultaneously and quite a few secrets, as well. One bit of drama towards the end could have been left out, but overall, Bad Judgment is a great read.
It’s a quick and steamy enemies-to-lovers story with loveable characters, a cat-and-mouse chase, a few twists, and lots of heart. I definitely enjoyed it!
“I’ve got some things I need to say to you, and you’re going to let me.”
Her brown eyes snap up to mine, surprise clear in them. “Why should I?”
“Because you’re nothing if not curious, and you want to know what I have to say.”
She steps backward, and I let my fingertips trail across her skin before they drop away. Justine adjusts the straps of her backpack on her shoulders and tucks Chewbacca into a side pocket.
“You know you want to hear the rare sound of me apologizing, don’t you?”
Justine purses her lips, and all I can think about is the dreams I had all weekend of her staring down at me from a stage while she danced and stripped. My own private show. I’m not going to admit how many times I jacked off to the mental picture. I need the real thing, and I won’t have another shot if she won’t even give me a chance to talk to her.
I don’t know what changes her mind, but she relaxes her posture and relents. “Fine. You’ve got five minutes. This better be good.”
It’s not much, but I’ll take it. I lead the way out of the classroom, slipping out the side door I used to make my unobtrusive entrance. Or at least, it was unobtrusive until I decided to share my strike-out history with the entire class at Professor Turner’s invitation.
Glancing behind me, I’m marginally surprised to see Justine actually following. I head for the third-floor doors to the library, where the private rooms are. This conversation isn’t for public consumption.
The first private room on the right is empty, so I push the door open. Justine trails me inside, and I shrug off my backpack and drop it on one of the four chairs.
She closes the door behind her and leans against it, her arms crossed over her chest. I’m guessing she wouldn’t stand that way if she realized how it draws attention to her chest. I force my eyes back to her face. I’m not about to f*ck this up.
“Wow, you must really plan on groveling if you need privacy,” she says, an eyebrow raised in challenge.
“Maybe I just wanted to get you alone.”
She rolls her eyes. “And I’m already getting bored.”
“You love to bust my balls, don’t you?”
“I don’t really like to think about your balls, if you want to know the truth.”
I try on my charming smile, the one that has dropped panties for years. “I’m calling bullsh!t on that. You’ve thought about me at least once.”
She pushes off the door and turns halfway to reach for the handle. “And if that’s all you wanted to say, then I think we’re done here.”
I’m shocked when she listens.
Justine rubs her hands over her face, her every move revealing her frustration. “You ask me out for two years, practically blackmail me into a kiss, then you blow me off completely, and now you’re all up in my business again. What the hell do you want from me?”
Her confusion punches me in the gut, making me wish I could tell her why I wasn’t there the morning I promised to help her move. It wasn’t for any reason she thinks.
I stride toward her, pressing one palm against the door beside her head. “I’m not blowing you off, and I haven’t stopped thinking about that night.”
I can’t give her the explanation she wants, so I try something different.
Lowering my head, I catch the next words out of her mouth on my lips. They’re just as soft as I remember, and I drop my other hand to her hip, drawing her against me. Her fingers curl into the fabric of my T-shirt, almost reluctantly, but she’s not pushing me away.
I take her mouth, my tongue diving between her lips to taste her again—finally, but the pulsing of my dick against the zipper of my jeans forces me to back off. If I don’t, I’ll be laying her out on the table behind us, and that’s not what this is about. At least, not all of what this is about.
With her face flushed and her hair messy from my fingers, Justine shutters her expression. She’s rebuilding her walls brick by brick.
That’s not going to work for me.
“What’s it going to take, Justine?” I remember asking her the same question at the bar.
Her dark eyes fill with confusion. “What’s what going to take?” The words come out defensively.
“With you. To get a second chance. I f*cked up once, but doesn’t everyone deserve another shot?”
Thank you for the advanced copy of BAD JUDGMENT by Meghan March All opinions are my own.
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date published : August 20, 2016
pages : 338
audiobook narrators: Andi Arndt, Sebastian York
audiobook length: 7 hrs, 56 min
I hate him.
I want her.
I’ve been turning him down for two years straight.
Every shut-down makes me work harder.
I’m not a one-night stand kind of girl.
She doesn’t realize I won’t settle for only one night.
He’s a distraction I don’t need.
She’ll say yes eventually because I’m not giving up.
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