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A review by kara_hildebrand
City of Champions by Chloe T. Barlow
5.0
I just have to say that Three Rivers, Book 1 in the Gateway to Love series, is one of my top reads of 2014 and City of Champions is now on that list too!! I love this author, these characters and these books. The writing is outstanding and the relationships are so wonderful that I want to be friends with all of them. We met Jenna in Three Rivers and City of Champions is her story. Well, Jenna and Wyatt's story. Jenna is a doctor who comes face to face with a player she's followed since college. He's cocky, confident and a royal pain in her ass! Little does she know that Wyatt has set his sights on Jenna for more than her looks and his attraction to her. He's injured and needs a doctor. Jenna is smart, sassy and professional and she fights their chemistry until one day she just can't stay away from him. He's sexy and everything that she knows she should stay away from but his confidence, humor and determination win her over. She agrees to a holiday affair not knowing that he might have ulterior motives for wanting to be close to her. She throws in her whole body, soul and heart and isn't sure if she'll end up whole on the other side. The banter between Jenna and Wyatt is hilarious. I just love his smart ass mouth! Their spark is HOT! And, of course seeing Griffen, Tea, Aubrey, and TREY was a bonus! Sorry, I have a rather large crush on Trey (guess what? His book is next!) I laughed, cried, smiled, cursed, yelled, cried and laughed more! Will Jenna be able to trust Wyatt again? Will he realize his mistake before it's too late? Do NOT miss this amazing story!!
"Oh, the text. It's all coming back now. Unfortunately. Ugh, I can't even do a booty call right anymore. I really am a disaster." She threw the cover back over her head. "I can't believe I did that. If I didn't feel like I was about to die, I'd run and hide right now."
He stood and began to lead her out when she stopped short.
"What's that? Is that a guitar?"
"Yep."
"You play?"
"I do. I sing, too."
"You're kidding me."
"No. That's not happening. I want to look at you. I feel like I've wanted to look at you for forever. Fuck. I think you're going to make me go insane. I may have to lock you up here just so I can keep looking at you."
"Wyatt, your shoulder!"
"Fuck my shoulder."
"That wasn't really what I had in mind. I'm more interested in taking advantage of the rest of your body," she teased. "But I don't want you to hurt yourself more."
"I told you, it's not as bad as you think. Ow."
"Dammit, put me down, Wyatt, you're going to hurt yourself."
"Stop it, woman. I just banged my knee on the doorway while you were distracting me. Now, back to bed with you, you're talking too much," he said, on a low chuckle
He was just so beautiful, with his brown eyes, just barely flecked with hints of gold. His lips were curled into a smile, momentarily hiding how they were almost too full and soft-looking for a man — almost.
His hair was tousled and messy, making her want to run her fingers through it, perhaps to smooth it, or maybe to send it into further disarray. She hadn't yet decided.
"Enough. Please. Are you always this cocky and unserious?"
"Actually, if you asked most people that know me, they'd probably say I'm generally more of a grumpy asshole."
"So this is a rare treat you reserve for me?"
"What can I say, Doc? You bring out the best in me," he answered, with a smirk.
"Oh, the text. It's all coming back now. Unfortunately. Ugh, I can't even do a booty call right anymore. I really am a disaster." She threw the cover back over her head. "I can't believe I did that. If I didn't feel like I was about to die, I'd run and hide right now."
He stood and began to lead her out when she stopped short.
"What's that? Is that a guitar?"
"Yep."
"You play?"
"I do. I sing, too."
"You're kidding me."
"No. That's not happening. I want to look at you. I feel like I've wanted to look at you for forever. Fuck. I think you're going to make me go insane. I may have to lock you up here just so I can keep looking at you."
"Wyatt, your shoulder!"
"Fuck my shoulder."
"That wasn't really what I had in mind. I'm more interested in taking advantage of the rest of your body," she teased. "But I don't want you to hurt yourself more."
"I told you, it's not as bad as you think. Ow."
"Dammit, put me down, Wyatt, you're going to hurt yourself."
"Stop it, woman. I just banged my knee on the doorway while you were distracting me. Now, back to bed with you, you're talking too much," he said, on a low chuckle
He was just so beautiful, with his brown eyes, just barely flecked with hints of gold. His lips were curled into a smile, momentarily hiding how they were almost too full and soft-looking for a man — almost.
His hair was tousled and messy, making her want to run her fingers through it, perhaps to smooth it, or maybe to send it into further disarray. She hadn't yet decided.
"Enough. Please. Are you always this cocky and unserious?"
"Actually, if you asked most people that know me, they'd probably say I'm generally more of a grumpy asshole."
"So this is a rare treat you reserve for me?"
"What can I say, Doc? You bring out the best in me," he answered, with a smirk.