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Take a card.
Owe him a favor.
I promise, you’ll regret it.
IOU, a sexy, new adult standalone from Kristy Marie is coming soon!
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I, Ainsley James, am crazy.
Desperate and crazy.
It’s the only explanation as to why I’m nauseous, standing outside Maverick Lexington’s door.
I mean, it’s possible the stories about his deck of playing cards—with the words IOU scrawled across the back—are just rumors of the ruthless quid pro quo deals he barters.
But the flutters in my stomach know better.
Maverick is as cold as they come.
But, I need one of those cards.
I NEED to owe Maverick Lexington a favor…
Whatever the terms, I’m willing to pay.
Because, at this point, I have nothing left to lose.
Kristy Marie is a new-to-me author, and I’m so glad I signed-up to read an ARC of IOU because it’s a story that I found myself smiling, shaking my head, swooning, and even wanting to high five the heroine for her one-liners and pithy remarks that maybe shouldn’t have been said out loud, but boy were her comments on point almost every time she found herself rambling, and I couldn’t help cheering for her rather loose lips, even when the delivery was perhaps a bit improper or timed poorly.
Ainsley James – she’s so much more than a hot mess when readers meet her, and she continues down that path for quite some time, but she’s so the good kind of crazy, the kind you want to surround yourself with because her honesty and her personality are so much more endearing than they are annoying. Whether she actually verbalized her feelings or she was just pondering things in her head that readers were privy to, I couldn’t get enough of her quick wit, her crazy thoughts, or her over-the-top antics.
What I also loved about Ainsley is that she never stopped being herself, never stopped showing all her quirks and awkwardness, even when it puts her in rather precarious positions.
Maverick Lexington – he’s a bit of a mystery. He’s completely closed-off and holds himself close to the vest, and the more he kept hidden, the more I wanted to understand the reasons for his distance. His broodiness is captivating and makes him hotter, leaving readers wondering what it will take to get to the heart of who he is and why he became the IOU guy.
There’s a reason Ainsley goes to Maverick, despite her uncertainty about him and about owing him an IOU. And even though the price of his help could be just about anything, but one thing is for sure, he always collects, and he uses each one deliberately, taking his time to collect at just the right time and to benefit himself in specific ways, but what he doesn’t count on when he helps Ainsley is that collecting on her IOU will change everything in his life and between them in so many wonderful and scary ways.
I enjoyed every page of this slow burn romcom. The way that Kristy Marie crafts IOU is unique and fast paced with the interactions of her main and secondary characters as well as the exchanges between Ainsley and Maverick. The hero and heroine transform as the story progresses and as they’re understand more about themselves, they’re also realizing just how well they work together and how their feelings for one another become about so much more than an IOU.
4.5 Poison Apples
I step back just as the door swings open with force, and a rock hard body fills up the empty space. My gaze starts at the top, noting the firm grip he has on the molding. The muscles strain against his taut skin, flexing as he leans forward, cocking his head to the side. His face—
This is bad—really, really bad.
His scowl curves up into a lazy grin.
“Waitress,” he purrs. His voice has this melody of a luring song— one meant to pull you in and destroy your heart in a matter of seconds.
It doesn’t affect me, though.
“Dick at table forty-three, the princess who needed his steak warmed.”
Slap me with a stupid sticker because I have lost my damn mind. Why in the hell did I just say that? Yes, he was the rude-ass who insisted I warm up his food, and yes, he’s the one I dumped said food on, but that was yesterday, and I have moved on. Hopefully, so has he.
“Dick, huh?” He drops one of his massive arms and rubs a spot just above—ah damn, his nipple is pierced. Not to mention the whole right side of his ribs are covered in a massive tribal tattoo. Even on his left, a smaller tattoo wraps from his back and ends on his stomach, teasing me to gaze longingly at the ridiculous set of six-pack abs between them.
Why is life not fair?
I drag in a deep breath and try to let any animosity of yesterday go. “Can we start over?”
That lazy grin of his falls in an instant. “No.”
No. Okay. Well, that’s not good.
Sighing, I watch as his body goes rigid, and his arm goes back to the top of the door frame, blocking any view behind him. His icy blue eyes stare back at me unyielding and hard, not the same guy that grinned when he first saw me. “I’m sorry about last night.” Hopefully, my sincerity will soften him.
“What can I do for you?”
Okay, so we’re going with a hard no on being softened.
With no hint of emotion, other than the apparent tone of boredom, one can surmise that Maverick will not be bought with sweetness and apologies. I’m going with plan B, which I’m making up as I go.
“Are you Maverick?” I could have said that a little stronger and without the slight tremor.
He drops his hands and reaches into his back pocket, producing a handful of playing cards. Oh no. I’m not prepared for it to get real this fast. What if those two idiots in class were right? What if I’m never the same after this?
“How much is it worth to you?” He drawls, producing a marker.
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About the Author
A self-proclaimed reader enthusiast, Kristy started her writing journey back in 2009, reading and writing when her daughter was napping. Establishing her place in Corporate America (because something had to pay the bills), writing became her dirty, late-night secret.
After eight long years, she released her debut novel, Commander in Briefs. It was a long road, but she can honestly say, the road less traveled had the most beautiful sights.
The only thing Kristy Marie loves as much as reading and writing is sports! Especially those that require muscles and a nice ass. Her favorite is, and always will be, baseball. She’s such a fan, that she even married her small town’s high school’s centerfielder where they still live with their three badass kids.