I, Thomas Clifford Donnely, am a manwhore.
I’ve been told I’m irresistible to women. Like catnip for a different type of pussy-cat. I guess you could call me a Tom Cat.This is the story about how I lost my wingman, broke all my own rules, and found myself falling in love.
Tom Donnelly isn’t the marrying kind, or the dating kind. Even after losing his #1 wingman to love, he doesn’t see the point in relationships. When his sister’s best friend returns to Whidbey Island and propositions Donnelly for a one-night stand, he breaks one of his biggest rules—no fooling around with his sisters’ friends. It’s just sex, nothing more. That’s what Tom does and does well.
What happens when “just sex” isn’t enough?
Hailey King is more than a match for Tom’s flirtations. She’s known him most of her life and has heard the rumors about his “skills” for years. When her perfectly planned future falls apart, will the last man she should ever fall for turn out to be more than a one-night stand?
Confession: I requested this ARC having no idea of what it was about.
I loved the title and have loved all of Daisy’s previous books, so it was a no-brainer. So when did read the synopsis, I was so excited to be going back to Whidbey Island. If you read Ready to Fall, than you may remember Tom, the lovably goofy playa of the island, who attempted to pick up Diane with his geoduck joke.
Side note: This can be considered a standalone. While it does reference moments from Ready to Fall and John and Diane are mentioned often in this book, you won’t be lost if you haven’t read that book.
So how does Tom (Cat), a lover of all things pussy, change his stripes? Very slowly. This might be the most accurate portrayal of how a manwhore changes from a different girl every night to a one-woman type of guy. The change for Tom doesn’t happen over night. This is not an insta-love type of book, and I think that is a good thing.
Confession: I loved Tom’s confessions.
Confession time: It takes a lot for me not to want to sleep with a woman. Size didn’t matter if she had confidence.
This guy owns his manwhore status. While he occasionally takes offense to some of his family’s comments, he seems to wear his ladies man status with a badge of honor. And while he never confessed to a specific number, it’s clear it’s not the catch and release game he enjoys, he just loves women, and enjoys making them purr with delight. A true pussy connoisseur!
If I crashed on my way to have sex, I’d never live it down. The power of pussy – no other reason could get me to leave my house on a day like today.
While growing up with Hailey, who he fondly calls Idaho, there was no attraction on his end to his sister’s BFF. But years later, the gangly girl is now a man’s dream with legs for days. As any Tom Cat would do, of course he crosses the line with her, but just like all of his other conquests, there are no expectations about a “next time.” Although you come to expect such behavior from Tom, I was surprised how Hailey handled things. She didn’t get clingy or emotional. For the most part. Overall, their relationship seemed very organic, it just grew over time. And it felt very real.
One thing I love about Daisy’s work is I feel like I’m being whisked away to Whidbey Island (or Africa, Selah’s book). She brings you to a place you might not be familiar with, and yet you feel at home while you are there. The people seem familiar, the moments are easy to relate to, and you feel like unpacking your bags and staying awhile. I also love how she captures the small town feel in this series, where everyone knows everyone and all of their business. The scene at the supermarket was priceless!
Then again, no one expects a package of hamburger meat to the head.
Confession: I don’t want this series to end!
I’m not sure if Daisy has plans to expand this series, but I have to come to love this group of thirty-somethings. Maybe its that this age group is so rarely represented in the books I read, but I love the music and movie references (Heathers was mentioned a couple times in this book – “I love my dead gay son”) from my generation. It makes it so easy to connect to the characters and enjoy how their stories unfold. If you are looking that’s light and fun, then look no further. Tom will warm you up, Island style!
*An ARC was received for an honest review.
Before writing bestselling contemporary adult romances, I dreamed of being an author while doing a lot of other things. Antiques dealer, baker, blue ribbon pie-maker, fangirl, freelance writer, gardener, pet mom and wife are a few of the other titles I’ve acquired over the years.
Born and raised in San Diego, I currently lives in a real life Stars Hollow in the Boston suburbs with my husband, our dog Hubbell, and an imaginary house goat.
When she walked toward me, I was ninety-percent certain she wanted to slap me. I spread my stance and tensed for the impact. Sadly, she wouldn’t be the first woman to smack me or attempt it. Good thing I was pretty fast at dodging and weaving.
I held her gaze as she got closer. Part of me wanted to close my eyes and turn the other cheek … literally. Or back down the hall and hide in the men’s room. Ah, the men’s bathroom. A place no woman dared to go unless absolutely necessary. Urinals freaked them out.
I took a big step backward and then another until the darkness of the hall to the back room enveloped me. I wasn’t running. Far from it. I moved slowly and kept my eyes on my assailant stalking toward me.
I probably should have asked myself why she wanted to slap me. Had I stopped to think, I might have realized unlike most women with the same expression on their face, I hadn’t actually given her a reason to be mad at me. At least none I knew about.
Her eyes narrowed and she cut the distance between us in half with two long strides. To my left was the door to the bathroom and potential salvation. Further behind me stood the backdoor and freedom. While I debated hiding or fleeing, she made the decision for me by grabbing the front of my shirt.
“Hey, what’s up?” Always act innocent. In this case, I didn’t have to act.
“I’ve been looking all over for you tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You have?”
She stared at my mouth and pressed her lips together. “I have. Why is a good man hard to find when you need him?”
Her words rearranged themselves in my head after she’d spoken them. “Don’t you mean a hard man is good to find when you need him?”
She snorted out a laugh. “Exactly. You read my mind.” Her hand not clutching my shirt touched the bared skin above my belt.
“Hey, whoa, where you going with that hand?” I jerked my hips back to escape her wandering fingers.
“I need a good man. And since I don’t know any good men, I decided I needed a hard man tonight.”
“Okay.” I grabbed her hands in mine to protect myself from her assault. “Can I ask you one thing?”
The subtle slur answered my question, but I asked it anyway. “Have you been drinking?”
“Tommm, don’t be mean. You sleep with everyone on the island. I need you to sleep with me. Now.” The slight rasp to her voice had strengthened into a sultry purr.
Definitely not sober. “What happened to your own man? Have sex with him.”
She pressed a finger to my lips. “No talking, more sex.”
“More implies there’s some sex to begin with.” I couldn’t figure out why I bothered to argue. Sex without strings was my thing.
But could I have stringless sex with her? I had rules.
While I was lost in some sort of moral debate, she kissed me.
Worse, my body responded, and I liked it. A lot.
She was an amazing kisser—even buzzed and with grabby hands, her lips and tongue teased mine with a balance of aggression and skill.