Wait for Me, by Samantha Chase

Wait for Me

Grade: D (For no D)

Doing it at: 69% (sort of…)

Catnip: Doing it with the Boss; Snowed In; Ex-Athlete; Hate Read; Bland Characters; All the Cliches

Shame Scale: It’s a non-YA romance without any sex. Like a sandwich with no cheese. It’s not really shameful, but I don’t know why you’d want to read it

Fantasy Cast: NA

Book Description:

There’s no time like the present… Unless you’re still running from your past

Executive assistant Emma Taylor is desperate for a little time away; away from her job, her life and from thoughts of her boss’s son who doesn’t seem to know she even exists. Tired of waiting for the time to be right, she takes advantage of her boss’s generous offer for a little weekend getaway to thank her for helping out with a difficult business deal.

Former NFL superstar Lucas Montgomery is still suffering from a career-ending injury. His self-imposed exile from life is exactly what he wants; a sanctuary where there’s no chance for disappointment or distractions and that’s exactly the way he likes it. While his family has been patiently waiting for Lucas to come around and embrace life once again, they don’t realize that it wasn’t just his career that was lost, but his sense of identity.

Lucas thought everything was fine until sweet, sexy and completely off-limits Emma Taylor comes crashing into his carefully constructed world one snowy weekend and turns his entire life upside down.

I don’t remember how I found this book. I know it was on a list of recommended snowed in titles, but I can’t find the original source to properly shame them. I think some of my anger is stemming from the fact that I wasted one of my precious library hold slots on this book for the TWO ENTIRE MONTHS it took to become available. You know how in older soap operas they would show a couple kissing and falling to the bed, then the camera would pan to a candle and they’d cut, and then the next scene would pick up in the morning? That was this book.

Emma works for Lucas’s father as a bland and mousey, yet terribly competent, assistant. Lucas is the broody youngest son, who injured his knee – ending his pro-football career, and has been living full-hermit up in the mountains in a picturesque cabin. Lucas’s dad has been noticing the “glances” between the two during Lucas’s visit into the office each month, so he decides to play matchmaker and send Emma up to his cabin in the middle of a snowstorm.

This is where I would complain about the inappropriateness of one’s employer meddling in their love life, but office romance/banging the boss books are catnip for me, so carry on with all of these workplace harassment policy violations please.

Things don’t go quite as planned, and Emma ends up crashing her car into a *tiny* ravine in Lucas’s yard, and gets a concussion. She wakes up in his house, very confused, and there’s a bit about being in heaven and why is god shouting so loud???? that makes me think this book is actually a sneaky Christian romance. This is reinforced quite quickly when Emma and Luke start to get down to it, and then the book picks up the next morning.

“I could lie here all night kissing you, Emma,” he said gruffly, “but I’d be lying if I said that was all I wanted to do.”

She smiled with womanly satisfaction. “What is it that you want to do, Lucas?” she whispered, and then let out a squeal of delight as he switched their positions again so she was on her back beneath him.

“I’m not really good with words, Emma,” he said with a wicked smile. “I’m more of a man of action.”

Emma found that she could easily live with that.

Chapter 8

There was nothing like a good full body stretch when waking up. Emma always found that a great way to start her day. The feel of a very warm, hard male pressed up against her back as she stretched, she decided, was an added perk.

So there I was, fairly engrossed, glad that the book was finally getting past the dumb cliches and bad dialog and on to the good parts (remember, we forgive bad books if they give us good spank material here at Mybookshame), when this happened, and I was all What the shit? I tabbed back and forth between pages a few times to see if it was a glitch, because why would you cut the sex out of what is clearly a romance novel for grownups? I don’t know why. Maybe Samantha Chase is targeting the small subset of romance readers who like to order their sandwiches with no cheese.

The rest of the book is lots of implied sex and cliches and misunderstandings. Bla bla bla. I read it to the end, just to make sure nothing good happened. Bottom line, I had to give it a D. It would have gotten the mandatory D- for no D, but it wasn’t completely virginal, and there was one brief mention of feeling a clothed “arousal” which is a D of sorts, I guess?

Plus side: Now I know the title of a book I can throw out there when someone like my mother in law asks for a romance recommendation, or if my dentist asks what I’m reading and I’m eyes deep in something like A Forbidden Rumspringa.