I am meticulous. Structured. A single father.

I obsess over things and crave control.

And when a hot, feisty little woman throws a wrench in my carefully laid out plans, I lose my mind.

My every thought revolves around making her bend to my will—until they become less about her doing things my way and more about just her.

My name is Trevor Blackstone.

I am an obsessive, complicated, demanding man.

People may not understand me, but it doesn't stop them from wanting me.

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Four Fathers Series by bestselling authors

J.D. Hollyfield, Dani René, K Webster, and Ker Dukey

Four genres.

Four bestselling authors.

Four different stories.

Four weeks in April.

One intense, sexy, thrilling ride from beginning to end!

Blackstone by J.D. Hollyfield

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I loved this book. I mean, i was really into it. The previous books i had read by J.D. Hollyfield was her collaborations with K Webster, and those were romantic comedies and nothing like Blackstone. So this was a delicious surprise that only made me want more. Why was it just a few hundred pages?!?!? I. WANT. MORE!!

It was all sorts of wrongs in all the right places because when it comes to genius prodigy Trevor and slightly off course and unsure of what she wants Lucy, they were perfect for one another. I loved how this time, it was Lucy (the girl) who went after the guy and not the other way around. Let's face it - so often you see the man unabashedly go after the girl and even though she wouldn't admit it out loud, she wants it, but here, Lucy is the one that told Trevor exactly what she wanted and felt no qualms in pushing him off the chair and leaving.

For the first book in this new series, by four different authors, i have to say that it was an absolute slam dunk. It was just interesting enough for you to want to read more about the others in this company, but not yet enough for you to dismiss Trevor's story. Needless to say that i now have to catch up on J.D. Hollyfield's back list, because apparently i've been missing out on quite a few things.

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“You shouldn’t use those stairs,” I yell, startling her. She wobbles, grabbing for the banister, giving me another scare. The thing looks ready to fall off.

“Jesus, Numbers, you scared the piss outta me,” she yelps, glaring at me like she wants to rip my head off. And I don’t care, so long as she gets down those bunk stairs. That’s when she starts bouncing on each step.

“Don’t fucking do that. Those aren’t safe,” I snap back.

“Don’t do what, this?” She jumps again, slamming her feet back down on another step. My anger spikes. Is she out of her fucking mind? Can’t she see the stairs wobbling under her? She repeats the same gesture to the next two steps, giving me palpitations. The reoccurring effect has her falling through in less than seven more jumps. I glance over, noticing she’s only using one hand to hold onto the railing and has a bottle in her other.

“Are you drunk?” I ask, now worried about her state of mind. She won’t be able to catch herself if she falls.

“Super drunk actually. Thanks for asking. Now, mind your own business.” She makes it to the bottom of the stairs. Relief washes over me as I watch her walk onto the sand and dig her toes into the cool peddles of the sea. Then, she stumbles and trips. “Whoa! I’m okay!” she squeals, catching herself before she falls face-first into the sand.