Title: Gabe
Series: Reed Security Series
Author: Giulia Lagomarsino
Genre: Contemporary/Security Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2019
Rating: 5 Stars
Rating: 5 Stars
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Gabe. Sexy, badass protector with some interesting sexual proclivities.
Isabella. Mother of two and currently filing for divorce.
One night at a bar brought them together, but could Gabe opening the door the morning after actually tear them apart?
He's not ready to walk away, yet she's not sure she's ready to move on. Before he even realizes it, he's falling for her and her adorable hellions.
He'll do anything to keep her, including following the unorthodox advice from Knight.
But someone wants her out of the picture, and that only fuels his desire to keep her forever.
They say you don't realize what you've got until it's gone...
Gabe Moore is a man that loves everything about a woman. He has quite the “salty” language and makes no excuses for it. He also has a great sense of humor. It gave me a chuckle a time or two. Isabella “Isa” knows how to put her brother in his place. His story is book two in the series – if you need to catch up. She’s just come out of a bad relationship but you can tell that she still knows how to flirt.
Our author seems to be on a roll. All of a sudden, each story seems better than the last. No two books seem the same, which is good for us. Each story takes us on a different adventure. Seeing the heat between our main characters builds as the story progresses. Ms. Lagomarsino also takes the time to create two cuties. You have to pull out the sympathy card for Isa who has a lot on her plate but you can feel the love she has for them – plus they’re part of the reason that you’ll get a laugh at Gabe’s expense. In creating the interactions between Gabe and Isa, they seem so natural and believable. She also had me curious as to whether men actually do what the group did for Gabe.
This is another of our author’s books that I just couldn’t seem to put down. I didn’t want it to end – especially when there’s some suspense going on. Though I know it has to because how else will I get to the next book in the series – yes, the author’s not done yet. It does make it hard to go back and read what I’ve missed because I keep wanting to move forward. But since I don’t really feel that I’ve missed anything so far, I know that at some point I will get caught up – just not right now.
“What’s all this?” Cap asked.
“You asked me to bring dishes.”
“No,” he said slowly. “I asked you to bring a dish.”
“Yeah, and when I asked what kind, you wouldn’t f*&king answer me. You just said enough for
everyone. So, I dug through my cabinets and brought every f*&king dish I could find.” I pointed to all the dishes scattered on the counter.
Sinner was laughing at me and Cap was groaning. I just stood there staring at them.
“I don’t get what’s so f*&king funny.”
“A dish, a$$hole. You know, food?” Cap laughed.
“No, a dish is just that, a f*&king dish. If you wanted me to bring food, you should have f*&king asked.”
“I did!” Cap said loudly. “I said that everyone was being asked to bring a dish.”
“Since when does that equate to food? Food is food. A dish is something you put food in.”
“That’s what women call it,” Sinner laughed. “When you go to someone’s house and they ask you to
bring a dish, they mean a dish of food.”
“Do I look like a woman to you? Do I look like the type of guy that would know what the f*&k ‘a dish’ is,
besides the obvious?”
“Man, if you’re ever gonna get a woman to settle down with, you’re going to have to learn their lingo,”
Sinner laughed. “A dish means food, unless it means a dish.”
“Thank you for that, a$$hole. Now it all makes sense.”
He squeezed my shoulder. “No problem. You’ll get the hang of it. It’s really not too hard once you have a
few hundred fights.”
“Or you could do what I do and just keep a f*&king list on the fridge,” Cap said.
“Yeah? How many lists are you up to now?” I questioned. “How do you even keep track of what list is for
what?”
“It’s pretty simple. I have a list for things I’m supposed to say in certain situations. I have a list of things
never to say. I have a list of chores that she expects me to do right away. I have a list of things I can put
off without pissing her off too much. And last but not least, I have a list of different looks and phrases, and
their meanings.”
“Now that sounds like it would be helpful. Isn’t there some kind of book that women write to let us dumb
f*&ks know what the hell they’re thinking?”
Sinner shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. They think we should just ‘know’ this stuff or ‘figure it out’ on
our own. Like I have time to sit there and decipher every look and tone in her voice,” he scoffed.
“You asked me to bring dishes.”
“No,” he said slowly. “I asked you to bring a dish.”
“Yeah, and when I asked what kind, you wouldn’t f*&king answer me. You just said enough for
everyone. So, I dug through my cabinets and brought every f*&king dish I could find.” I pointed to all the dishes scattered on the counter.
Sinner was laughing at me and Cap was groaning. I just stood there staring at them.
“I don’t get what’s so f*&king funny.”
“A dish, a$$hole. You know, food?” Cap laughed.
“No, a dish is just that, a f*&king dish. If you wanted me to bring food, you should have f*&king asked.”
“I did!” Cap said loudly. “I said that everyone was being asked to bring a dish.”
“Since when does that equate to food? Food is food. A dish is something you put food in.”
“That’s what women call it,” Sinner laughed. “When you go to someone’s house and they ask you to
bring a dish, they mean a dish of food.”
“Do I look like a woman to you? Do I look like the type of guy that would know what the f*&k ‘a dish’ is,
besides the obvious?”
“Man, if you’re ever gonna get a woman to settle down with, you’re going to have to learn their lingo,”
Sinner laughed. “A dish means food, unless it means a dish.”
“Thank you for that, a$$hole. Now it all makes sense.”
He squeezed my shoulder. “No problem. You’ll get the hang of it. It’s really not too hard once you have a
few hundred fights.”
“Or you could do what I do and just keep a f*&king list on the fridge,” Cap said.
“Yeah? How many lists are you up to now?” I questioned. “How do you even keep track of what list is for
what?”
“It’s pretty simple. I have a list for things I’m supposed to say in certain situations. I have a list of things
never to say. I have a list of chores that she expects me to do right away. I have a list of things I can put
off without pissing her off too much. And last but not least, I have a list of different looks and phrases, and
their meanings.”
“Now that sounds like it would be helpful. Isn’t there some kind of book that women write to let us dumb
f*&ks know what the hell they’re thinking?”
Sinner shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. They think we should just ‘know’ this stuff or ‘figure it out’ on
our own. Like I have time to sit there and decipher every look and tone in her voice,” he scoffed.
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