5 Star Review & Exclusive Excerpt – Brooklynaire (Brooklyn Bruisers #4) by Sarina Bowen

5 Star Review & Exclusive Excerpt – Brooklynaire (Brooklyn Bruisers #4) by Sarina Bowen















A sexy new standalone from USA Today bestseller Sarina Bowen.

You’d think a billion dollars, a professional hockey team and a six-bedroom mansion on the Promenade would satisfy a guy. You’d be wrong.

For seven years Rebecca has brightened my office with her wit and her smile. She manages both my hockey team and my sanity. I don’t know when I started waking in the night, craving her. All I know is that one whiff of her perfume ruins my concentration. And her laugh makes me hard.

When Rebecca gets hurt, I step in to help. It’s what friends do. But what friends don’t do is rip off each others’ clothes for a single, wild night together.

Now she’s avoiding me. She says we’re too different, and it can never happen again. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?
















His arm stays around me the whole walk home. I get increasingly nervous, though, as we approach his mansion. He opens the little front gate and holds it aside for me.

I walk through, because even if I’m apprehensive, I still can’t help myself.

Nate taps in his security code at the door, which clicks open for him. I follow him into the grand foyer, wondering what happens next.

“Evening, Nate!” Bingley calls out.

“Evening,” he replies. He slips my coat off my shoulders and hangs it up. “I put some of that Mexican soda you like in the den refrigerator.” He points upstairs. “Want one?”

“Sure!” I say brightly. My knees feel a little shaky, and I can’t blame my health. I actually have the jitters. It’s so unlike me, too. “God, I can’t wait until I can just have a glass of wine like a normal person.” I’m babbling now.

Nate just smiles and holds out a hand for me to walk upstairs with him.

Upstairs. Where his giant bed is.

I stop climbing on the fourth or fifth step.

“This is probably a bad idea,” I whisper. Weirdly, it’s the same thing I say in my very frequent Nate fantasy—the same one where he ignores it and then fucks me senseless.

That’s not what happens now.

Nate sits down right there on the grand stairway. He pats the thick carpeted runner beside him.

I sit.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

“Yes and no,” I whisper. “I just want to do the smart thing. And sometimes it’s not easy to know what that is.” Nate probably won’t understand, though. Everything he does is smart.

“You think I’m a bad idea. You’re right.”

“I am?”

He puts an arm around me. Leaning in, he kisses my jaw. Slowly. So that I feel every brush of his whiskers against my face, and the softness of his lips. All the hair stands up on the back of my neck as he whispers in my ear. “Very bad. Because I want to do bad, bad things to you. Naughty things. And if you’re not on board with that, better say so now.”

“What kind of things?” I ask as my nipples harden.

“I could tell you,” he continues, his voice low. “If you have a half hour or so. Because I’m very detail-oriented. In fact, there’s a PowerPoint presentation I’ve put together…”

My nerves get the better of me and I start to giggle.

“Not too long,” he says, rubbing my back. “Fifty slides or so.”

“Are there charts and graphs?” I try to ask. But unfortunately I let out a snort-laugh, too.

Nate keeps his poker face, but his eyes are smiling. “There are four diagrams, drawn from my fantasies. And also specs and performance estimates.”

“Oh, Nate,” I gasp. “Don’t ever change.” I’m on the brink of hysteria here. I want him but it’s so hard to just give in. We spent so many years not doing this…

He kisses me—just leans right in and takes my mouth with his.

It takes me about 1.5 seconds to get over my surprise. Maybe less. I wrap my arms around him and just hold on as he breeches my lips, then slides his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like chocolate and confidence. Two great tastes that go great together. And I’m a goner.

Forgetting my earlier hesitation, I sift my fingers through his hair and tug him closer. With a groan, he slides his hand slowly down my body, leaving shivers in its wake. And then that naughty hand skims up the inside of my thigh. I’ve forgotten how good that feels.

Maybe he would have paused there, except Nate discovers I’m wearing thigh-high stockings under my dress. His fingertips find skin, and he makes a noise of happy surprise. Since I have no self-control, I relax my muscles, giving him better access.

His next kiss is deep and slow, and his thumb strokes over my lace panties, right between my legs.

I give a desperate moan into his mouth, startling us both.

Nate must be very startled indeed because I lose his hand and he yanks my knees together and sits up suddenly.

That’s when I see Ramesh standing right inside the door, his pistol drawn but pointing down at the floor. I let out a little shriek of surprise. Or embarrassment. Probably both.

“Seriously?” Nate says, his face red.

Ramesh looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head. “Two heat signatures. If you were on, say, a sofa right now, I wouldn’t have been confused. But on the stairs? Looked like a struggle. And you didn’t engage the security systems like you always do.”

“Forgot to,” Nate sputters.

I put my face in my hands.

“Bye,” Ramesh says. “Lock up after me. We’ll discuss security protocols tomorrow. You can tweak some things.” He disappears. The door closes again.

Nate lets out a frustrated groan. “I’m sorry…”

“I know,” I say, cutting him off. “This will probably be funny eventually. But I need a minute.”

“I’ll bet,” he sighs.




























Sarina Bowen is back with THE BOOK that fans of her Brooklyn Bruisers series have been salivating for, Nate and Rebecca’s story. Cue the cheers and wolf whistles.

After inhaling this gem, I can honestly say it was more than worth the wait. Yes, I’ve been one of the many bemoaning that we need this story sooner rather than later. I know fans are going crazy to read this book and it’s totally justified.

I can’t say how much I loved Brooklynaire. It was so damn good I’m fighting picking it up again right now. Well played Sarina Bowen, well played.

If you don’t buy this book for the cover alone, (hello ❤) then you should read it because it will worm its way into your heart as a favourite before you finish it.

While we’ve been waiting for this story, we’ve gotten to know both Nate and Rebecca a little, but with Brooklynaire, we go back to the beginning and see how they started to the unit they are now and how Nate first fell for Becca. Sigh…….

Truly, watching them spectacularly cross the line from friends and co-workers to lovers was so much fun and seriously hot. Who knew the nerdy Nate would have such a dirty mouth in bed and how much Becca would love it.

Of course in true romance book style, there are trials and tribulations for the couple to navigate on their way to happiness including a massive curve ball or two that I did not see coming.

I adored seeing Nate lose his head over Becca because he is always so super focused on his work but that goes to hell after one extremely hot night. Plus, I totally understand why Becca tried to keep him at arm’s length even though it didn’t last. With a perfect pairing like this, arm’s length was never going to work.

Thank you, Sarina Bowen, for giving both Nate & Rebecca and us the reader a story worth waiting for and an ending that left me grinning from ear to ear for hours after I finished.

This has no doubt gone onto my top read for the year list already. I really think I need to buy a second copy (paperback this time) and read it again slower this time. Again, well played Sarina Bowen, well played.








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Sarina Bowen is a USA Today bestselling author of contemporary romance. She lives in Vermont’s Green Mountains with her family, six chickens and too much ski gear and hockey equipment.

In 2016, Sarina became a Rita Award winner! The Romance Writers of America honored HIM by Sarina Bowen & Elle Kennedy with Best Contemporary Romance, Mid-Length.


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