He wears suits and ties. Heāll one day inherit a fortune. He has a law degree. He shines his shoes, for Godās sake. What is she doing attracted to a guy like him? But she is. She so is.
She drives air boats on the bayou, drinks and cusses, and gives city boys in suits a hard time just for fun. Why canāt he get her out of his mind? But he canāt. He definitely canāt.
A weekend trip to Savannah for a fancy-schmancy party with his highfalutin family is the surefire way to prove that they have nothing in common but intense chemistry. And to maybe scratch this Iāve-never-wanted-anyone-like-I-want-you itch once or twice. Or five times.
But it takes only about twenty-four hours for the bayou girl and the city boy to figure out that they donāt really know much at allāabout each other, or about themselves. And figuring all of this out is going to be downright crazy.
| Title: | Crazy Rich Cajuns |
| Author: | Erin Nicholas |
| Series: | Boys of the Bayou (Book 4) |
| Pages: | 260 |
| Genre(s): | Contemporary |
| Trope(s): | Small Town Romance Opposites Attract |
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| Location: | Autre, Louisiana, USA |
| HEA: | āļø |
| Release Date: | 30th September, 2019 |
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Didn’t quite tick all the boxes for me
I have read most of the Boys of the Bayou series of which this is the fourth book, and Kennedy and Bennett as a couple have been teased almost since the very start. It probably does stand alone, but as part of a series full of colourful characters and intertwined scenarios, you might be confused if you havenāt read at least one of the previous books in the series.
As I mentioned, Bennett and Kennedy have been dancing around each other in previous books. They very much had an antagonistic relationship – a sort of teasing love-to-hate-you kind of thing. I didnāt really ever feel a super chemistry (in previous books) between the pair and this book really just throws you into the story so I still wasnāt really feeling them as a pair to begin with.
I really liked the idea of Bennett – heās the kind of hero thatās totally my jam. Heās a rich guy and can come across as a little bit stuffy – especially in comparison to those laid-back Louisiana folk. I love the idea of a buttoned up guy getting a little ruffled with a girl whoās not his norm. And he wears glasses. Swoon! But despite all this, I didnāt love him as much as I wanted to. Itās hard to put my finger on why – but there it is. And thatās despite him being a dirty talker. I LOVED that about him. It probably hit me just as hard as it hit Kennedy.
“…has Ms Nicholasās trademark humour, heat and obvious love of small-town family and life.”
Kennedy herself wasn’t really my cup of tea as far as a heroine goes either. She was, for me, deliberately difficult and provocative at times and I often wanted to tell her to stand down and calm down. That attitude 24/7 must be exhausting! I was slightly worried we were going down the really obvious route of the backwater girl going to the hoity toity society party and embarrassing herself and others with her provincial ways! Luckily we didnāt go that way and I did get to like Kennedy a wee bit better as the story progressed. But ultimately, I still did feel she was a little bitty selfish. There was just something about her that I wasnāt loving. Donāt get me wrong – I was still rooting for our couple and I did like them – I just didnāt love them – as individuals or together.
Unlike the other books in the series (or the ones that Iāve read anyway), this story also takes us out of the Bayou for a large chunk of time. It therefore had a different feel to it than the other books. Again, not bad – just different.
As I mentioned, Bennett has a dirty mouth on him which I very much appreciated. As such, the sex scenes were delicious – especially since thereās something of a build up before we get to the very good stuff.
This wasnāt my favourite of the Boys of the Bayou books but itās very readable and still has Ms Nicholasās trademark humour, heat and obvious love of small-town family and life. 3 stars from me but still recommended if youāve read others in the series; just maybe donāt start with this one.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Erin Nicholas has been writing romances almost as long as sheās been reading them. To date, sheās written over thirty sexy, contemporary novels that have been described as ātoe-curling,ā āenchanting,ā āsteamy,ā and āfun.ā She adores reluctant heroes, imperfect heroines, and happily ever afters.
Erin lives in the Midwest, where she enjoys spending time with her husband (who only wants to read the sex scenes in her books), her kids (who will never read the sex scenes in her books), and her family and friends (who claim to be āshockedā by the sex scenes in her books).
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Excerpt:
āGood morning, Miss Landry.ā
āIāve been on hold for fifteen freaking minutes, Mr. Baxter.ā
Bennett grinned. Sheād been on hold for four minutes. He knew because heād been watching the time on his phone. He always kept her on hold for at least a couple. But heād known to expect her to be dramatic about it no matter how long it was. Kennedy Landry wasnāt really the patiently-wait-on-hold type of woman. Kennedy Landry was, however, the type of woman that made a man want to take what tiny semblance of control he could find and grab onto it like it was a lifeboat in the midst of a hurricane.
Kennedy Landry was absolutely like a hurricane, and sheād already pulled him under and drowned him in lust and amusement and fascination andā¦
Shit, he was half in love with her, and if the only way he had to remind her that she didnāt always have the upper hand in every single one of their interactions was to make her wait on hold on the phone for a few minutes then yeah, heād do it.
āWell, Iāve been waiting for the reports from last week since Monday,ā he told her. āSeems waiting is something we should both get used to.ā It was Thursday. She always made him wait until Friday for the reports she was supposed to send on Tuesday.
In part because that meant heād call her about those reports on Wednesday and theyād fight-flirt for a few minutes. Something they both enjoyed far more than really made sense.
In part because her sending him the reports was ridiculous. He didnāt really need themāhe was just curiousāand she knew it.
She hated sending the reports, but only because it meant that she was answering to him on some level. She didnāt like that because she didnāt have him wrapped around her little finger like she did every other man she dealt with on a regular basis.
As far as she knew.
Bennett had been very careful not to let on just how tightly wrapped he already was.
āThis call could be about an emergency,ā she said in a bored voice that indicated: one, it was not an emergency, and two, she was trying really hard to sound bored and not like she was gritting her teeth.
Bennett loved that he rubbed her the wrong way. It only took about ten minutes around Kennedy to figure out that she ran the show with the men in her life. The only daughter and granddaughter in a family of outdoorsy, hardworking, loud-cussing, Louisiana born-and-bred men, Kennedy not only kept up with them on the hardworking and cussing thing, but she got away with murder. Her oldest brother, Sawyer, tried to make her toe the line, but even he was a sap for his baby sister, and it was rare that Kennedy didnāt get her way.
She knew how to handle blue-collar Cajun men, that was for sure.
Bennett wasnāt a blue-collar Cajun man.
Well, he was Cajun, on his motherās side. But sheād married into moneyāa lot of moneyāvery much on purpose and had long ago given up things like crawfish sucking and cursing in French. She had married into a white-collar, British-descended family in Savannah, neck-deep in politics and law and class and wealth and snobbery, while Kennedy had been neck-deep in, well, the Louisiana bayou. And everything that went along with that.
Bennett loved the bayou. And everything that went along with that.
Especially the sassy, goth-dressing, impossible-to-impress Cajun girl who thought that the fact he couldnāt fix a transmission, butcher an alligator, or bait a hook was downright embarrassing.
āIf it was an emergency, you would have hung up and called back. Over and over again. Leaving progressively more and more threatening messages about what you were going to do to me when you did finally get a hold of me,ā he told her, signing off on the bottom of the letter heād just finished and moving it to the side.
āI would never do that,ā she said.
āNo?ā When she did finally send him reports, it was always in folders that were named things like Iām Not Your Fucking Secretary and If You Ask Me to Get You Coffee It Will Definitely Have Turtle Shit in It.
āIf I really needed your attention, Iād start texting. Photos. Naked photos.ā
His entire body reacted to that. He cleared his throat. āI would definitelyāā
āOf my grandfather.ā
Bennett paused. Then groaned. He knew her grandfather. Leo Landry was a great guy. Funny, down-to-earth, honest, loyal. And someone that Bennett absolutely did not ever want to see naked. Ever.
āYouāre an evil woman.ā
āRemember that.ā
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