Series: Gentry Generations #4
Genre: Standalone Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 24, 2019
snatched right out of her pretty mouth.
my car and dining on convenience store hot dogs.
something I don’t have. They’ve made it clear they don’t intend to give
Kellan seems to be exactly the kind of guy I don’t need; a brash, arrogant
player who refuses to take anything seriously.
for Kellan so hard I can barely breathe.
I caught up to them.
to which one will win.
family. I’ve been warned they might rip us to shreds.
Britt’s 🎩🎩🎩🎩🎩 hat review:
So, I’ve been pretty addicted to the Gentrys for a while. As in years. And every single book I always find myself falling right back in love with this family, but Clash…Clash is a whole new kind of love for me. This may be my favorite book Cora Brent has ever written. I was entirely glued to this book, devouring it in just a couple hours because I didn’t want to put it down.
Kellan is everything that makes the Gentry men so magnificent multiplied by a thousand. Protective while still being respectful, so incredibly kind, and undeniably hot the man is #bookboyfriendgoals! And Taylor? She’s even more incredible. Her heartbreaking past and dramatic life changes forcing her to grow into a woman that is an entirely new person.
These two have a slow burn that keeps you hooked and has you falling in love right along with them. Their chemistry is off the charts and continues to just grow into something beautiful beyond words with every page.
and cleared her throat. “Look, I don’t know if it matters to you after all this
time but inviting random guys home has never been one of my habits.”
case I was glad to volunteer as the exception.”
changed and the walk sign flashed. Taylor waited until we’d reached the
opposite sidewalk before speaking again.
sorry I was so rude to you when you showed up the next day.”
worries. My hand recovered nicely after
you crushed it in your front door.”
crushing your hand.”
busy composing four letter expletives.”
her tongue. “An accusation I can’t
way, I never did figure out how to go piss up a flagpole.”
devastated feelings might be interfering with my memory.”
sorry. You were just being nice.” She paused.
“I was going through some life crap at the moment.”
really crush your hand, did I?”
right hand and flexed. “It’s okay. My physical therapist promises that someday I
might be able to hold a pencil again.”
snorted. “Now I know you’re full of
hand into a fist and shadow boxed.
in a cold climate and escaped as soon as it was legally possible. Now, she
lives in the desert with her husband, two kids and a prickly pear cactus she
has affectionately named ‘Spot’. Cora’s closet is filled with boxes of
unfinished stories that date back her 1980’s childhood and all her life she has
dreamed of being an author. Amazingly, she is now a New York Times and USA
Today bestselling writer of contemporary romance and begs not to be awakened
from this dream.