It's wintertime, but you sure can't tell with the steam coming from this book release by April Angel. Mr. Buff is a steamy read that gets right to the good stuff. So let's welcome April to the site today and get an in-depth look into Mr. Buff.....
How I Pick My Titles......
Believe it or not, when I’m writing a story, I need a title. And it has to be good or I can’t write. The title, I feel, conveys a summary of what you’ll be reading about. So it is why I need to have it perfect. I know a lot of readers (myself included) pick up a book with a really interesting title and expect for it to go with the plot. Somewhere along the line of the story, you’re going to see how that title goes into play. For me, if I don’t have the right title? I can’t write. It’s true. I will go back and forth until I have one I feel works and then, and only then, will I go back to writing my story. For Mr. Buff it was easy. LOL his name jumped out at me from the story. Sometimes we writers try to look for titles that are so exotic when the book itself is giving you the right one. For my upcoming release, Stranded Temptation, it was so perfect. They’re in an island, stranded and each is tempted by the other. How awesome is that? Of course I go through a few until I feel I have a title that works.
Every morning, Alexandra drinks in the sexy vision of Mr. Buff through his office window across the street. He takes his workouts seriously, and Alexandra never misses the opportunity to see him return, sweaty and pumped, to his office suite to shower. Turns out Andrew enjoys the view just as much as she does and can’t take his eyes off the woman who makes his blood roar.
But when Alexandra bumps into Mr. Buff at a club, things go from visual to physical. And much to her delight, she learns that Mr. Buff is really Mr. Dominant. She loves spending time with him and getting to know him the way nature intended, but she’s looking for more than a fling. How’s she supposed to make Mr. Buff realize he’s Mr. Right?
“So? What’s he doing? Come on, come on. Stop holding out already.” The soft, feminine voice on the other end of the line whined like a child.
Alexandra rolled her eyes and tried not to smile. Why in the world had she decided to tell Nina about Mr. Buff? Every morning, like clockwork, she’d get a call from her best friend and cousin requesting updates. Wound up and ready to pant, she looked into the office right across the street.
The large, sparkling glass windows on both buildings allowed her to view the man walking around. She drank in the sight of the large, buff body, hence the name Mr. Buff. The man definitely took his workouts to heart.
“Alex! What’s Mr. Buff doing now, chica? Tell me please, please, pretty pleeease?” Her fiery cousin, Nina, was a pain in the neck when she thought she was missing out on something good—especially information about one sexy, half-naked man, a man currently running long fingers through his impeccably cut hair.
Alex watched a few locks fall across his forehead. “Not much. He’s about to put his shirt on.”
“Crap. Listen, I have to go, but you have to record this stuff on your phone and e-mail it to me. Stop being so selfish and share. You know I don’t have a man right now. I can use all the visual stimulation I can get.”
She hung up on her cousin’s laughter and continued watching the top contestant to fulfill all her fantasies dress. Under an idyllic trance, she visualized the rest of him when he was in the shower. Excitement hurled through her at the thought of getting a peek at Mr. Buff in the wet room. A streak of unbidden desire whisked through her veins and raced down to her cunt.
Her brain, better than any digital calendar, had recorded his schedule down to the minute. Each morning, he walked into his office wearing his workout gear. In running shorts and tank top, his body glistened with perspiration. Every time she got a glimpse of all that sweat-covered brawn, her nipples pebbled.
In wide-eyed enthrallment, she watched him head into the bathroom attached to his office to shower. Every single day it was the same. He walked out in his suit pants but never the shirt. She wondered if he had some kind of conspiracy against her hormones. The display of contracting muscle made her breath hitch.
His powerful back and amazing, tight ass were sending out Morse code signals, beguiling and inciting her interest.
His white, tailored dress shirt cut the visual feast short. She had to bite back the urge to scream. Not that he would hear her, but her coworkers sure would.
Why not just go over there and ask the man out? Typically, she would have done that already. Found out his name, instead of just calling the poor, sexy, strapping creature Mr. Buff, at the very least. “Go after what you want” was her motto in every aspect of her life; she was a self-assured woman. Until recently, she didn’t lack self-confidence. Thanks to her ex, her confidence had taken a whipping some months back.
Jerk-off Jack had been cheating, and the confrontation that followed was not pretty. Questions that had never existed before rose with his words: “You’re a control freak, Alexandra. No man wants a woman telling him what to do in the sack. Sometimes I want to be the one leading. You’re too aggressive. You’re a good fuck, but not someone I could ever be with long term. I even wonder if you’re faking it at times.” Oh yeah, Jerk-off Jack had definitely let loose.
Would she be able to find a man who would want her, deal with her for who she was and not try to change her? At thirty-three she was tired of the dating scene. Was it so wrong that she wanted to meet someone and maybe settle down?
Alexandria refocused her mind, her vision still glued to Mr. Buff. Oh shit. He was watching her. Heat crawled across her skin and settled over her cheeks. Embarrassed, she gave him the usual small smile and microsecond wave.
His wicked grin turned the man from handsome to outright gorgeous when he waved back. Balling and holding papers in a death grip, she dropped her gaze. All she needed was for the man to think she had some kind of sick fetish for watching him.
MY IMPRESSIONS OF THE BOOK:
Mr. Buff is like a piece of chocolate, it's a delectable bit of naughtiness consumed in a moment. It's a fast read that brings together two people looking for a long-term relationship with one briefly predictable moment of drama thrown in for the sake of being dramatic. It's a satisfying read with likable characters but nothing that I haven't read before.
Mr. Buff himself, Andrew, is extremely sexy and easily able to sweep a woman off her feet. After a brief game of flirty cat and mouse he and Alexandra embark on a super steamy relationship with only one small speed bump along the way that is quickly resolved. Alexandra has been burned by love before but can't help being drawn to the excitement and emotions Andrew offers. Theirs is definitely a case of lust at first sight with some naughty games binding (literally and figuratively) them together into a short story that brings readers a bit of afternoon delight.
Ms. Angel has a nice writing style that allows the sexual interludes to seamlessly flow from one incident to the next with a goodly amount of sexual tension. I wish we'd had a more in-depth look into the character's heads but for a short story everything progressed as expected. I enjoyed this brief introduction to Ms. Angel's works and look forward to what she can do given a longer book length.
My rating for this is a C+
*I received this book from the author in exchange for my honest opinion.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
April Angel (also writes as Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.
She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.
A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter, Cynthia Eden and Dianne Duvall among others.
You can visit her at: http://millytaiden.com