Given his well-earned bad boy reputation, Eric is having a tough time scoring.. When single Jean moves to town, she seems heaven sent by the sex gods. Only problem is, she not only wants nothing to do with him, but it turns out that she’s pregnant.
Starting over in a small town, Jean is determined to turn her wild lifestyle around and be the kind of mother she always wished she’d had. Since local bar owner and all round hottie, Eric Collins, is now determined to steer clear of her pregnant self, it should be easy. When she goes into labour during a snow storm and her car slides on some ice, it’s Eric who comes to the rescue.
There seems to be a bond between them now, but is it enough? And can Eric give up his manwhore ways to be the man Jean needs?
I have to be upfront and say that I really didn’t have much of an opinion on Eric Collins, even though his manwhore ways were on grand display in the previous two stories. Perhaps, I just accepted him as the quintessential player who is all about a good time with zero complications because that’s how all of his friends categorized him, and even though things got complicated when he and Nell had a one-night stand, I still wasn’t surprised when he screwed up and let those closest to him down…that is the man Eric has been portrayed as throughout the entire series, and it’s the man I’ve grown to accept quite frankly because that’s the only image he seemed to fit…there wasn’t too much to him besides his need to find ‘next piece of ass’ and focus on having a good time with none of the responsibilities of a meaningful relationship.
But then Kylie Scott wrote Eric’s story, and not only did she provide insights into the player himself, but Scott also told Chaser solely through Eric’s point of view, and in my opinion, that was the game changer. That was the reason I began to see the man behind the pussy parade that he always seemed to be following. Of course at the beginning of the book, he’s still the man who dealt with past situations abdominally and seemed to still want to run away at times, but he’s also the man who starts to realize how others have seen him for all of these years, and while it definitely was a blow to his ego to hear their abysmal sentiments about his life choices, it actually forced him to take a hard look at himself and decide if it was time for a change.
Now let me tell you, Eric’s transformation didn’t happen instantaneously; in fact, like Nell, I was a little hesitant to even believe that Eric could change his ways, but unlike Nell, I kept an open mind and allowed this new version of Eric, Eric 2.0, to prove to readers, to his family, to his friends, and more importantly, to himself, that he could be a reliable human being…that people could depend on him…that he wouldn’t cut and run when things got a bit too difficult, and I can say with 100% certainty that the man Eric becomes due to his feelings for Jean and Ada was is the man that was always within him but just needed a reason or two to surface.
Jean and her baby girl, Ada, are absolutely essential to the storyline, but this is most definitely Eric’s story. These two women help to change his life for the better, but it’s his actions and his thoughts and feelings that make him the right man for this young woman and her baby. I love the fact that at the beginning, Eric saw Jean as nothing more than a piece of ass because it shows that his new self didn’t occur simply from Jean’s entrance into his life. But, even after he had his normal reaction to a pregnant woman, there was always something about Jean that kept Eric’s interest and made him do uncharacteristic acts that everyone else noticed but him.
I love that Kylie Scott gave readers Eric’s story. It’s clear that Eric is not perfect, but no one is. Altering one’s life is not an easy feat, especially for someone like Eric who has lived the last 15 years a certain way, but all it takes is someone worth changing for, and in Eric’s case, it’s two people, who help him to change his ways and give him a life worth making permanent and difficult regardless of how complicated and messy it could be.
4.5 Poison Apples
I’d been tricked. Betrayed.
After Andre and Jean ate their lunch, we headed outside to deal with her stuff. The cold wind suited my mood to perfection.
Talk about disappointed.
“Don’t lift that, it looks heavy,” I snapped.
Jean blinked. “It’s a pillow.”
“The world’s largest pillow ever. You can’t be too careful.” My gaze roamed over her swollen middle. “You’re . . .”
“Pregnant?” she asked with a voice dripping poison and sugar.
“Are you having trouble with the concept?”
“Absolutely not. I was just going to say huge, that’s all.”
She blew out an exasperated breath. “Thanks, Eric. That makes me feel so much better.”
“I just . . .”
“Don’t bother.” The woman turned back to her sensible, medium-sized SUV and got busy riffling through the contents. I was surprised she’d been able to squeeze into the driver’s seat.
Boxes and stuff took up almost every inch inside the vehicle. Each and every box seemed to have been neatly labeled with the contents.
The woman took her organization seriously. She looked over her shoulder. “You know, I can’t help noticing that Eric-the-smooth-moving-flirt has been suddenly replaced by Eric-the-awkward-jerk.”
“Well, you said you were single.” I folded my arms defensively across my chest.
And then there was an awkward silence.
“Yeah, but . . . I mean, in your condition . . .” I fumbled to a halt.
She turned, face all scrunched up. Like I was the one with the problem.
“Just hop out of the way so I can grab some boxes,” I said, voice gruff.
Still nothing from her. “It’s a second-story walk-up and you have a lot of stuff to get up there. You should be taking it easy.” Hands on hips, I tapped my black leather boot against the sidewalk, waiting her out. “Jean, I’m not trying to insult you. It’s the truth.”
She swore quietly, going back to fussing with the contents in the vehicle. I don’t think any woman has ever given me the silent treatment quite this quickly. Usually I’m good for at least a couple of hours after seeing them naked.
Man, I still couldn’t believe this was happening. God hated me or something. Pregnant women and me were enema. Anathema. Whatever. Now that I’d seen her out in the autumn light, however, she looked younger than I’d first guessed. Despite her tired eyes, her skin was smooth, soft looking. She was likely closer to her early twenties than mid.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“Why do you care?”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Just curious.”
“How old are you?”
She sniffed. “I’m twenty-two.”
Young, like I’d thought. She was probably too immature for me, anyway.
“Come on, Jean. Let me get some of the boxes.”
Boyd ambled out of the Dive Bar, turning his head this way and that, looking up and down the street. I raised my hand and he started over in our direction. The big cook would make short work out of moving all this stuff. Behind us, Andre and Nell came out of the tenants’ entrance to the Bird Building. The place was a big brick building about a hundred years old. Just past the door was an entryway with stairs leading up to the second floor, followed by two empty shops, their windows covered in flyers about local events. Concerts and parades and shit. They’d been vacant for a while, unfortunately. Andre’s Guitar Den came next, then Pat’s tattoo parlor Inkaho, and the Dive Bar on the corner.
“Everything’s good to go. Alex and I gave it a cleaning last week just to be sure,” said Nell, smacking a kiss on Jean’s cheek.
“You’ll meet Alex later. She’s probably busy working or something now. She’s sort of a shut-in.”
“You two didn’t have to do that,” said Jean. “Thank you.”
Andre leaned against the SUV. “Your furniture got delivered yesterday too, so it’s all good to go.”
“Excellent,” said Jean. “I can’t wait to sleep in a decent bed again. Road trips when you’re seven months’ pregnant kind of suck.”
“Who’s minding the kitchen?” I asked.
“Lydia will text Boyd if they need something,” said Nell.
“We’re only going to be a few feet away from the place.”
“I own the kitchen, Eric. Not you,” she said. “You’re in charge of the bar, that’s all.”
One of Jean’s eyebrows inched up slightly. So I might have implied that I was the sole owner. Shit happened.
I crossed my arms. “Fine. No need to bite my head off.”
“My best online friend just moved to town. We’ve been texting and skyping for months. She’s been an absolute rock for me through all the nerves of being pregnant again,” said Nell. “Stop messing with my happy.”
And then there was an awkward silence. Great. If only there was some way to get out of helping without looking like a raging asshole. The possibility of anything happening between me and Jean had been buried six feet deep, never to be spoken of again.
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. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/