Sweet Cheeks by K.Bromberg- My review ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️



I am speechless and I’m in awe. I have always been a big fan of K.B’s work but I did not expect to be so blown away by Sweet Cheeks . This book gripped my every nerve while I was reading till 4am. There is no doubt that KB is an extremely talented author- I mean come on, she gave us Colton*Swoon- but in Sweet Cheeks , her style is different, her heroes are different but her writing still outstandingly beautiful and flawless.

“Because love is like magic. You can question it—how it happens, when it will happen, why it bowls you over when it does happen, and how you existed before it happened—but you might never get the answer.

Sweet Cheeks is one of those books that I just couldn’t put down. Once I started, I was a goner. Hayes …What a sweet, funny, swoonworthy and sexy guy! Saylor is a strong female heroine who decided one day that she was going to take charge of her life, and essentially of her future- Starting by cancelling her wedding. She regained control of her life, but did not plan for the return of Hayes, her first love. Hayes shattered her heart in million pieces, and now he is back and volunteers to take her to Mitch’s wedding.
How can Saylor find the courage in her, to attend her ex-fiancé wedding, with her first love as her plus one? Can she forgive Hayes for leaving her behind 10 years ago, without a word?

“It’s you. It’s only ever been you. I begged, borrowed, and lied to get this chance. To stand here in front of you again. To right my wrongs.

K.B’s writing captivated me from the start and didn’t let me go until the very end and I am desperate for more. I absolutely loved this book, loved the characters and even the side characters that all had their parts to play .
If I could give it a million stars, I would. This is a five plus star book for me and a must-read!

“There’s only one love that matters more than your first love: Your last love.”


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I hear my name. I think I do anyway, and it distracts me enough momentarily that Hayes is able to grab and pull me tighter into him, the cupcake now inches from my face.

We stare at each other in a silent standoff, hearts racing and eyes daring. His gaze flickers over my shoulder and then back to mine as I prepare myself for the smash.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead he eases up and only dabs the frosting against the tip of my nose.

I sigh in relief.

Then gasp out in shock.

Because Hayes’s lips are on mine.

And not just a friendly peck. Not hardly. The hand that held the cupcake is now empty. Chocolate fallen by the wayside for a kiss. His fingers, sticky with frosting, are on my cheeks directing my face. But there’s no thought of the frosting he’ll get on my face or how funny it’s going to look when we walk back to our villa because all I can think about is Hayes.

I could tell myself I part my lips—grant him access—because I’m winded and need to breathe, but that would be a lie. Because the minute his tongue dances against mine, all I want to do is drown in his kiss. In the familiarity of it. In the difference of it. The unexpectedness of it. The comfort of it. In everything about him.

Hayes Whitley is kissing me. Again.


His fingers are possessive—on the underside of my jaw and the small of my back—and the soft groan he emits communicates everything his lips are expressing and more.

His taste consumes me. The chocolate on his tongue. The spark of desire. The lick of lust. The sense of calm riled up by an overload of emotion.

My hands slide up the plane of his back over skin heated by the sun and slick with frosting. His muscles bunch beneath my palms as he shifts the angle of the kiss.

His tongue tantalizes and torments. Begs me to want more with its tender caresses and then switches gear and demands me to keep pace. To allow him to possess and claim.

I feel in droves. Want. Need. Lust. More. Too much. Not enough. Don’t ever stop. What am I doing?

It’s just me.

And Hayes.

And the singular sensation of rightness he is making me feel. A sensation I don’t think I had ever realized was missing since he’d left, but now know I’ll never be able to live without.

#OneClick #Standalone #SecondChance #Romance



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