“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.








My Review

It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time is not a typical Kylie Scott story, and I love that she took a risk to write a love story where there’s a forbidden aspect to the hero and heroine’s relationship as well as a significant age gap between them. It’s never easy to discuss topics or to create a storyline that readers could possibly take issue with due to their own personal beliefs and feelings. But, in my opinion, the 15 year age difference between Adele and Pete shouldn’t really be a point of contention for readers because Adele is of age when she acts on her feelings and ultimately gets shunned for them when she’s 18 and then when Adele and Pete finally take a chance on each other 7 years later, she’s a grown woman who should be able to choose how she lives her life and who she wants to be by her side.

Don’t get me wrong…I understand that it would be frowned upon for Adele and Pete to be together when she just graduated from high school and the fact that Pete was her father’s partner also adds to the awkwardness of the situation, but it’s clear since Adele started coming to her father’s house at the age of 16 during her summer vacations that she shared a special bond with Pete…that she became a confidante to him and that their friendship meant EVERYTHING to Adele.

Scott provides readers with flashbacks of Adele and Pete’s time together before one misinterpreted situation destroyed several friendships, so readers are shown the whys and hows of Adele’s forced departure and the reasons she stayed away for 7 years, and Scott also makes it clear that the only thing really stopping anything from finally happening between Adele and Pete is his fears and, at times, his obnoxious and immature behavior.

Pete’s words and actions are why I struggled to understand Adele’s infatuation with him and her determination to make things work between them. For much of the story, I didn’t like Pete and I actually didn’t want Adele to fight for him because I didn’t think he deserved her, and it was difficult for me to be happy for them when he finally does get his head out of his ass because of his previous reactions and missteps.

The biggest reason I think I struggled with Pete was because the story is only told through Adele’s perspective and what she shares with readers about her heartbreak and emotional state is difficult to see passed. If we were privy to Pete’s internal thoughts, it would have been easier to understand his frame of mind and give him the benefit of the doubt in some situations due to the circumstances that he had to deal with, but because we only get her side of things, I felt too much sympathy for what Adele had to go through and it made me angry with Pete and his inability to get it together.

Regardless of my issues with Pete, though, Kylie Scott crafted an emotional, angsty, and steamy read, and it was quite easy to mesh the flashbacks with the present day scenes because Scott provided smooth transitions between them and I really enjoyed the secondary characters, especially Adele’s stepmother, because they added humor and banter to Adele and Pete’s story, making the heavy issues not be so overwhelming.

4 Poison Apples


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.

“Pete. Please.”

“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.

kyliescottimageKylie 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







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