A Standalone Romantic Comedy
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At Twin Oaks Country Club, there are the fortunate ones, and then there are the rest of us: the waiters, the caddies, the valets, and in my case, the cabana girls. Most days, I’m poolside in a pleated skirt, dishing out margaritas to tycoons and titans. It’s not exactly my dream job, but it does come with one perk…
He’s my silver lining in a custom black suit.
Besides being a legacy member at the club, he’s a tech mogul and Austin’s most eligible bachelor. Oh, and those dimples? Yeah, they make my stomach dip too.
On good days, I catch his sleek Porsche winding down the tree-lined drive. On better days, I steal a glimpse of his handsome profile as we pass in the hall. And on the absolute best day, I find him alone at the bar, looking for company.
“Come have a seat.”
Those four little words set me down a path I never could have imagined. Private planes, penthouse suites, and temptations around every corner make it impossible to keep my distance. His world feels decadent and wild—but overindulgence comes with a cost. Every kiss comes with strings. Every erotic encounter is a promise I’m not ready to keep.
When I pump the brakes, he hits the gas. James doesn’t want to go slow—he wants a commitment.
And the thing about the fortunate ones?
They’re used to getting what they want.
Filled with humor and an enchanting romance, The Fortunate Ones had the perfect blend of elements to satisfy any reader. In what I consider her best novel yet, Grey captures the vulnerable moments vividly and with honesty, but also with a certain sense of self-deprecating humor. The romance was strong, steamy, and filled with things left unsaid. The resulting push-pull between them evoked great sexual tension throughout the novel.
Though I may not be at all like Brooke, her ballsy nature being so very strong, I couldn’t help but admire her even when she took steps I wouldn’t dream of doing myself. Her initial hesitance on her plans, her love life, soon gave way to bullheaded determination and there was nothing that was going to stop her at that point. She was brave, but inherently so very vulnerable, and it was easy to get a sense of that while reading–to empathize with her reasons for being that way. She and James suited one another easily, complementing and contrasting in equal measure, creating a combustible attraction between them, and I was instantly charmed by both of them.
With a my-face-hurts-from-smiling-so-much reaction to reading this story, along with a good feeling in my heart, I can say that The Fortunate Ones was an unputdownable, romantically charming story. Fast-paced but fully plotted, there wasn’t a moment where I was pulled from their journey. Grey excels at mixing witty humor with romance, and here she created another wonderful story for readers to truly devour.
“I missed you today,” he says, his heated gaze lingering on my body.
I step back, and he follows.
He looks like he’s cornering his prey.
“Apparently not enough to make it to dinner,” I point out icily.
“I called the restaurant and told them I’d be late. Didn’t they tell you?”
I cross my arms and glance away.
“Brooke.” He steps closer and gently lifts my chin, forcing me to look back at him. “Fight with me tomorrow.”
I narrow my eyes, angry with him for shelving this discussion so casually. To him, it doesn’t matter that I sat in that restaurant alone, looking like a fool for nearly two hours. He’s brushing off my anger, stepping closer and forcing his way past my defenses.
“I think I’d like to talk about it now.”
I catch the beginning of a smirk just before he leans in to kiss my cheek.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything you’d rather be doing right now?”
He uncrosses my arms and brings them up over his shoulders then steps closer, towering over me. My arms tighten around his neck, but still, I turn away, keeping my mouth from him. His breath hits my neck and he pulls me taut against his hard body, growing more impatient with every moment I try to resist.
“Brooke,” he whispers huskily.
My eyes flutter closed as he bends and presses a kiss to my cheek, my chin, then lower, tipping my head back so he can reach the smooth recess at the nape of my neck. I shiver and he groans, obviously aware of what his touch is doing to me.
♦ABOUT THE AUTHOR♦
R.S. Grey is the USA Today bestselling author of thirteen novels, including THE FOXE & THE HOUND. She lives in Texas with her husband and two dogs, and can be found reading, binge-watching reality TV, or practicing yoga! Visit her at rsgrey.com