In Brock Shaw, Lincoln sees the part of her that’s missing. In Lincoln Pratt, Brock sees the part of himself he thought he’d lost. But the pain of his past binds him. Can he let himself love again?
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Release Date: December 10, 2019
Actual Rating: 4 stars
Small Town | Cowboy Romance
It's an incredible feeling to find a new book that sweeps you off your feet and steals your heart which is exactly what happened to me when reading Never Enough. Kelly Elliot is a new to me author, but I’ve had my eye on her novels for some time now. I heard from the grapevine that she writes swoony heroes and strong heroines and I tend to agree with the readers. These characters STOLE my heart. When I first started reading though Brock really got on my nerves because he was such a jerk to Lincoln. However, as we dove back into his past and saw what made him so jaded, I found it easy to forgive him. It’s nice to see growth and change with characters especially when they are dealing with something tragic and Kelly Elliot really redeemed him. I hope readers who are turned off by his actions in the beginning will give him a chance and read on as the rest of the story really makes up for her faults in the beginning.
That being said, I am really excited to see where Kelly takes the rest of the series. I’m hoping Kaylee and Ty have the next book (enemies-to-lovers) but will also be happy for a new couple that haven’t made an appearance yet too. There’s something about these sexy cowboys that hooks me, so I’ll truly be happy with whoever gets the next book. Guess I’ll have to do a little digging!
If you love single dad, cowboy/rodeo romances, small towns, and swoony heroes then you won’t want to miss this one. Thank you Montlake romance and the author for giving me a copy of this novel to read prior to publication. I have a feeling this that will be one of those series I will continue to devour as each book releases.
WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT
▶ Small Town Feels (while this book didn’t SCREAM small town, there are certain little things like the gossip and rumors that TELL you you’re reading a small-town romance).
▶ Broody Alpha Heroes
▶ The cowboy/rodeo scene (I LOVE this so much! I don’t read enough cowboy romances but have been looking for something like it that I would fall HARD for and this one hit the mark).
▶ Strong, Independent Heroines (I say heroines because not only is the MC a strong and independent woman, but her best friend is as well).
▶ Single Dad Trope (Brock has a little boy who made me melt! He’s such a cutie and I love how he conspired with his uncle to make love happen for his daddy).
▶ Tightknit families (the story surrounds a family ranch that they all live on or around and you get to meet the people who raised Brock and his brothers. I love family being involved heavily in the story).
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Betty Jane handed me a set of keys. “Here, these are his. Make sure he gets out of here and safely home.”
My hand instinctively took the keys, and I sat there for a few moments, stunned. When I finally realized Betty Jane was putting me in charge of getting Brock home, I jumped up and followed her over to the bar.
“Wait! Ty said you would make sure Brock got to his truck and slept it off. He didn’t say anything about making sure he got home.”
Betty Jane loaded up empty beer bottles onto her tray. It was then I looked around the bar and noticed it was almost empty.
“What time is it?” I asked, reaching for my phone. “It’s almost one!”
She laughed. “Yep, it’s been real fun watching you give dirty looks to Lee for the last hour. I figured I’d help a girl out and get rid of her for you.”
When I looked back at the table, Brock had his head on it.
Good grief. Is he sleeping?
“What do you mean, get rid of her?” I asked, still trailing behind the waitress, who honestly looked to be just a few years older than me.
She stopped and faced me. “I’ve been doing this job since I was eighteen. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that you’ve got a thing for our Brock. I can’t blame ya, really. He’s a looker. Those blue eyes and dimples. Not to mention the way the man can fill out a pair of Wranglers. Throw in he’s a professional bull rider and worth some money, and you’ve got yourself one sought-after cowboy. He doesn’t normally come in here and get drunk like this, so I’m going to guess he’s had a bad day and he’s trying to drink away his problems.
“Now, the way I see it is, he seems to be smitten with you, and you’re smitten with him. So, it only makes sense that you get him home safely. What happens after that is your business, but just know that the rest of the town will most likely find out within seventy-two hours—unless you’re discreet about it.”
I stood frozen in place. What in the world is this lady talking about?
“Okay, I didn’t really understand half of that, but you’re very wrong on one thing. Brock Shaw is not . . . smitten . . . with me. It’s really the opposite. I don’t think he can stand me.”
Betty Jane winked. “Ralph will help you get him out to his truck.”
“But . . . I . . . my . . . I’m not . . . wait!”
Placing her hand on her hip, she rolled her eyes. “Listen, I’ve got to finish cleaning up and then kick everyone out of here. Just spit it out, would ya?”
“My car! I have my car here. I can’t leave it.”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about it being left here. It’s perfectly fine.”
She turned and walked away. When I called out for her again, she ignored me.
I turned around and walked back over to the table to find a sleeping Brock. Burying my face in my hands, I mumbled, “Oh my God! Why me?” Poking his shoulder, I said, “Brock! Brock, wake up!”
His head popped up, and I let out a little yelp.
He turned to look at me, and instead of frowning, he smiled for once. “Hey, pretty little thing.”
He’s so drunk he doesn’t even know who I am.
“Um, hey. Listen, I need to get you home, so could you maybe stand and walk out to your truck?”
Brock smiled bigger, and his dimples seemed to scream out at me.
Oh. Holy. Hell.
This guy was beyond good looking. I mean, I didn’t think I’d ever seen a guy smile and look so damn sexy, despite his highly intoxicated state. Even with his cowboy hat all crooked, he looked handsome as hell.
“I can stand,” he grumbled out as he slowly stood.
I slipped my arm around his waist. After doing a quick scan of the table, I reached behind me and felt for my phone. I had my license and credit card tucked into my phone case, and I had my keys in my pocket.
“Okay, let’s get you to your truck.”
His head dropped forward, and I was pretty sure he was falling back asleep.
“Brock!” I shouted, making his head jerk up. “Walk to the door.”
“What do you adore?” he asked, taking a few stumbling steps next to me as I guided him.
I chuckled. “No, I said, walk to the door!”
“I am walking to the door, woman!”
With a roll of my eyes, I focused on keeping this man upright. It wasn’t an easy task. His stocky frame was heavy. With the way my arm was around him, I couldn’t help but notice his muscles flexing as we walked . . . no, stumbled along. I let my silly mind wander to what he would look like without a shirt on.
Stop it right now, Lincoln Pratt!
Betty Jane opened the door for us and winked at me yet again as I walked by. “Have a good night, and don’t worry about your car!”
I mumbled under my breath about being set up and then stepped out into the cool night. A shiver ran up my spine as I searched the parking lot. I’d only seen Brock’s truck once, and the only thing I remembered was that it was silver.
“Where’s your truck?” I asked, glancing at three trucks still parked in the lot.
Brock lifted his head and looked around. “My truck is the best damn truck in the parking lot.”
“That doesn’t help, Shaw. What’s your license plate number?”
Brock turned, his big, drunk blue eyes gazing down at me. “You want my number, Lincoln? I thought you didn’t like me.”
My mouth dropped open. “Um, excuse me, but you’re the one who’s been shooting daggers at me all night long. Not to mention how rude you were to me earlier today.”
“You didn’t catch me at my best, sweetheart.”
My stomach dipped at the endearment. No one had ever called me anything like that. Not baby, babe, sweetie, or sweetheart. I was always just Lincoln. Every guy I’d ever dated called me by my first name. Even in bed, I was always Lincoln.
It pissed me off how much I liked hearing that come from Brock’s mouth. I liked it a lot . . . more than a lot.
Damn it. What is it about this guy?
“I didn’t ask you for your phone number, you drunk fool. Your license plate number on your truck.”
He frowned. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t know the license plate on your own truck?”
“Nope!” he said, popping the p in the most adorable way.
I found myself smiling up at him.
“It’s the silver one on the far right!” Betty Jane called out.
I looked behind me, almost losing my grip on Brock. “And I don’t suppose you’d help me get him there . . . or Ralph, maybe?”
She laughed. She actually laughed before turning and walking back into the bar.
“Thanks for nothing,” I grumbled as I guided Brock over to the truck.
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