Mogul by Katy Evans
Publication Date: May 31, 2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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He’s my most delicious secret.
The hot Suit I had a one-night stand with one evening.
I didn’t know anything about him, not even his name.
Only that we shared a taxi, and he was staying at the hotel where I worked.
We met in room 301. Where he commanded not only my body but my soul.
The next day he was gone and I only had a memory of him.
I could still taste his kisses, feel his demanding touch.
I searched for him for months. Daydreaming about him. Wondering if I’d ever find him.
Until the day I find myself staring face to face with his jeweled black eyes again.
He says lets keep it casual, and my heart knows that falling for this workaholic in a three-thousand-dollar suit is off the table.
Because he has a secret. One that’s a deal breaker for me.
My Suit has a name.
And this is our story.
Oh, this review is already a challenge because I love Katy Evans but I unfortunately didn’t enjoy this book as much as I thought I would.
Mogul is a very steamy read. Perhaps way too steamy for me. I mean, I’ve read PLENTY of steamy reads but I always love me an equal amount of romance to sexiness, you know? And I felt like the story was missing romance, the kind that takes your breath away and makes you swoon so hard you fall off your chair. My heart never skipped a beat from the intense way the characters loved each other, which was unexpected because Katy Evans is a master at making my heart skip multiple beats. Instead I just felt… bored at times and like I wanted to stay far away from this book.
I also wasn’t a fan of the characters. Actually, I couldn’t tell you a single thing I liked about them. They just didn’t do it for me. Sara, the heroine, was a contradiction to me. She was supposed to be this strong independent woman and I never saw her that way, her way of thinking and the way she acted didn’t make sense to me at all. Ian, the hero, was a cocky, arrogant, married a-hole in my eyes and I hated the way he treated Sara.
In a nutshell, I’m a bit sad because Katy Evans writes unforgettable romances with fierce heroines and larger-than-life heroes and this book wasn’t any of those things. If you expect to find a story that will sweep you off your feet inside this book then you should forget about this one and go read the Real series by Katy Evans instead. However, if you need a steamy read that is nothing but sexiness all the way through then this is probably your type of read.
2 / 5 flowers
My eyes lock on a third figure sitting with them. As I near, the man glances my way before quickly shifting his gaze. I continue to stare at him as I approach, and it doesn’t take long for his gaze to return to me. His large figure rises to full height as he stands to greet me, and I feel a bolt of electricity hit me in the chest as familiar eyes stare back at me.
He’s tall. Dark-haired. Gorgeous. With deep, thick-lashed eyes you want to sink into. And lips to suck on like they’re all that exists between you and heaven. I stop walking, stop breathing, because . . . he is here.
A moment passes and Bryn seems to notice my shock.
But shock doesn’t come close to it.
Because never in my whole life has my heart leapt so far and fast. It feels as if it’s ripping out of my chest. I can barely force my legs to move for fear of hearing my knees knock together. I struggle for air, but it feels like someone cut off my windpipe connecting my nose and lungs.
He wears a white dress shirt and black slacks, and his face is chiseled and brooding. The real shock lies in the intensity brewing in his dark eyes as they stay locked on mine. My heart speeds up as I hold his gaze. The city bustles around us. Making eye contact is not something I do often, living in a city of millions, but I can’t take my eyes off him.
The memory of having him inside me returns with a vengeance.
Bryn begins to introduce us. “Um. Ian, this is—”
“Sara. We’ve met,” Hot and Dirty Workaholic interrupts with a stiff smile.
Our eyes meet, and for a moment it feels like nothing else exists.
His name is Ian.
Fucking Ian, with his serious, handsome face and shiny, black hair. He’s as lit as I remember. Straight out of a Suits episode, and I am dying.
Katy Evans is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. Her debut REAL shot to the top of the bestselling lists in 2013 and since then 9 of her titles have been New York Times bestsellers. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages across the world.