Blast & Review: The Right Fit by Daphne Dubois

The Right Fit
By: Daphne Dubois
Releasing April 12, 2017
The Wild Rose Press
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Blurb

When Maxine Nicholls discovers her fiancé is cheating, she turns to fast food and nighttime soap operas, but her sister has a plan—unbridled rebound sex with a stranger.
As one of Toronto’s hottest players, Antony Laurent tallies scores on and off the ice, but when the chiseled defense man hits a slump, rumors of a trade to the minor league send him to ambush a managers meeting at a posh club.
That night a chance encounter ends up as an unforgettable evening of passion. But Maxine and Antony are about to discover a game of casual hook ups can lead to something neither one of them thought they deserved—the right fit.

Maxine has had one helluva year. She caught her boyfriend-should’ve-been-fiancé cheating – in their bed- with the lights on! Need I say more?
Antony Laurent has had one helluva year. Rumor has it he’s about to be traded to the minors.

What to do, what to do?

How about hookup for a hot night so they can forget their trouble? One night of passion. One night of unforgettable- but-we-move-on-afterwards sex.

Simple, right?

Well if it were, there wouldn’t be a story now would there?

One night stands don’t work out quite like that when both people are craving for a special connection – despite what they claim. But because they’re not trying to impress each other, things go so smoothly, and that’s exactly what they end up doing- connecting. And I don’t just mean external body parts. Quirkiness and lust combined created one interesting night that led to more interesting nights with some days thrown in. Mix in a protective brother, a gay best friend/roommate to that brother (who’s like another brother to Max), and a set of twin sisters who only have their looks in common (other than familial love, that is), and you have a cast of quirky, wonderfully charming characters who make just about every scene a laugh-out-loud moment.

I got a little bothered by Maxine’s self-loathing and refusal to see the good in herself, but I understood. Sometimes, we are our own worst enemies and most critical judges. But, poor Antony. I felt his pain. There was nothing more he could do to express (verbally and by action) that he truly cared for her. I got kind of irritated by the length of time it took her to come around; but believe it or not, I still liked her. Maybe, I’m just not patient enough. Read the book, and let me know what you think.

This is the fist book I’ve read by Dubois. I really like her writing style. She has a knack for dialogue and balancing out narrative, infusing just enough backstory to make the characters relatable without overdoing it. I want to know what happens with the other characters, especially Crosby and the TV show she was auditioning for. And Rose, dear, sweet, colorful, everybody-is-out-to-get-everybody-else Rose. I so want to meet the guy who falls for her. 🙂

I’m definitely keeping up with Dubois! Won’t you join me?

Rating system: Cups of Coffee (the less the better)

0: You won’t need any coffee to stay up for this one. It’s intriguing enough all on its own.
1: You’ll stay up late, but not all night. Brew one cup.
2: You’ll read as long as you’re not tired. If you are, two cups should do the trick.
3: I hope you got plenty of rest; you’ll need it, or at least 3 cups.
4: If the cable goes out, read the book. It’s better than nothing, I guess. Oh, don’t forget your brew!
5: Find anything else to do- it doesn’t matter what it is. Don’t waste your coffee. Too much caffeine is bad for you.

My rating: 1 cup of coffee

Author Info

Daphne Dubois writes contemporary romance and believes the right book at the right time can make all the difference. When she’s not putting her characters in compromising positions (ahem), she works as a registered nurse. A member of the Writer’s Federation of Nova Scotia, she lives in Eastern Canada, the most romantic place in the world.

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She dropped her gaze and stared at his hands. God, they are big hands. Big hands, big… “Do you want a coffee?” she blurted out.
“A coffee? Non.”
“Or maybe you need the washroom?” She pointed down the short hallway that lead to her bedroom.
He looked down the hallway, then back to Maxine. “You want me to use washroom?” he asked seriously.
“No.” She backed up a few steps until she reached the kitchen counter. The heat under her dress was now slick and uncomfortable. She glanced down and saw a mint leaf sticking out of her cleavage. Classy lady.
The romance cover model ran a hand through his hair again, making his biceps strain under the t-shirt sleeve. Maxine suspected he’d practiced that move in the mirror a few times. “Then what do you want?” he asked.
A burst of nervous laughter escaped, but then her smile faded. “No one has asked me that in a very long time,” she said. Slipping off his jacket, she laid it on the counter, letting her finger trace the stitching along the zipper, trying to build up her courage. “Why did you follow me into the cab?”
“Because no one has ever run away from me before.”
Rolling her eyes, Maxine looked up and saw that he was smirking. “Rejection is a new thing for you, I’m guessing.”
“Is that what you call inviting me here?” He tossed the ball cap and it landed perfectly on the dining table. The floorboard creaked as he took a step closer to her. There was a spark of anticipation in his eyes.
“Hold on, cowboy,” she said, putting a hand on his chest. My God! His muscles are rock hard under his shirt. Who the hell is this guy? She cleared her throat. “What makes you think you can kiss me again?”
He was still as stone under her touch, but Maxine could feel herself falling into his stare. “You kissed me,” he said, his voice ridiculously smooth. “There is a difference, I promise.”
It wasn’t only the French accent, but the confidence in his voice that made her knees almost unhinge. Her hand was flat on his chest; his racing heart was keeping time with hers. “That sounds like a proposition,” she said.
“It can only be decided one way.” Then he repeated his earlier question. “What do you want?”
He was so close she could see the faint brown and black colors of his stubble. There was a cleft in his chin. What do you want? An image of the long white box hidden in the closet was ignored; all Maxine wanted at that moment was to mold herself into his arms and forget about the last four years. “Kiss me,” she said.
His fingers grazed her cheek, tucking a wave of hair behind her ear. “Un moment,” he said. “A man should be prepared.” He peeled the last mint leaf off her chest then placed it in his mouth.
Maxine giggled through a surprised expression, which faded into a sigh.
Then, with deliberate care, he brought his lips down to hers, perfectly fitting their mouths together. He gently moved his chin starting a slow pace, controlled but with a sense of held back urgency.
This was nothing like the hastily stolen kiss at the club.
The cautious seduction was almost too much for Maxine. She wanted to taste him fully, kiss him back hard—tackle this moment like Alexis Colby.

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4 thoughts on “Blast & Review: The Right Fit by Daphne Dubois

    • You’re welcome! My apologies for the late reply. I’m not getting notifications when someone comments. I’m checking into it. I do like Rose. I’ll be watching out for her story. 🙂

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