Sunday, February 24, 2019

Mr February (Calendar Boys #2) by Nicole Goodin



From international bestselling author Nicole S. Goodin, comes a new standalone, one night stand romance.

Jackson Matthews.

Hot-shot bar owner.

Real life Ken doll.

… And broken hearted man.

Katie North.

Independent woman.

Smart mouthed.

… And falling for an unavailable guy.

Jackson never thought he’d see the mystery woman from his one night stand again, but when their paths cross for a second time, neither one knows what to do about their growing attraction.

Jackson is still caught up in the woman who broke his heart.

Katie isn’t interested in no strings attached, but she can’t seem to get Jackson out of her mind.

Jackson wants a friend with benefits.

Katie needs him to keep it in his pants.

Will Katie give in to temptation and find herself back between his sheets? Or will Jackson find a way to move on from the hurt in his past and give her something real?


My Review:


Oh SWEET BABY JESUS Mr. February totally rocked my world! I love this series and with each book we get a different story and this one really blew my mind because it was sad and funny all in one. I know that sounds confusing but this story had some sad moments and other moments were funny and full of love and joy and happiness.

Jackson and Katie meet one night in Jackson's bar where he is drop down sloppy drunk and Katie comes to his rescue and takes him home and watches him to make sure he will be alright. Then in the morning when Jackson finds this gorgeous woman in his house he wants her and so they have a one morning stand. Katie knows he is not over his ex so she does not stay around to get her feelings hurt so she leaves after having her fun. 

Then her friend is getting married and wants the wedding at Jackson's bar and she gets to see him again. She is pretty sure he is not over his ex but she can't deny the chemistry they have together so she becomes his friend with benefits. But is this going to be enough for Katie? Or will she need more of a commitment from Jackson and can he give her commitment?

I loved Mr February and can't wait for Mr March to see what he brings to March!




I toss back another shot even though I know it’s a fucking terrible idea.

Everything has a blur to it and I know that as soon as I lie down, the whole god damn place is going to spin like crazy.

I poke at the bar with my finger, hopeful that it’s somehow got less solid wood feeling in the past hour so that I might just be able to crash here rather than dragging my ass upstairs to bed.

I glance around the bar, lit only by a couple of dim lights now.

I feel sick – like about-to-chunder type of sick.

I know I shouldn’t throw up in here—sending home all the staff so that I could go on a drinking bender means that if I vomit, I’ll have to clean it up. No one is going to swoop in and save the day with a mop and bucket.

I’m all alone.

I might always be alone.

I reach for the bottle of bourbon, but the damn thing is empty.

“Stupid bourbon,” I slur as I nudge the bottle away with my hand.

I contemplate going behind the bar and finding another bottle of something even stronger, but that would require moving, and I’m not particularly well equipped for moving right now.

“Oh shit. Where did everyone go?”

The female voice behind me should startle me, but I guess I’m way too drunk to be taken by surprise.

“Holy crap, how long have I been in the bathroom?”

“Sweetie,” I slur as I spin around incredibly unsteady on the bar stool. “Don’t ask me… I don’t even know what day it is.”

It takes a minute for the room to stop swaying, but when it does, my eyes land on a woman in a bright red dress.

Now, I might be drunk as fuck, but I’m still with it enough to know this chick is hot.

Not my usual type, but right now I need a blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman about as much as I need a hole in the head.

“Damn. You look smokin’,” I drawl.

“And you look wasted,” she replies with a grin and a shake of her head.

I try to lean back against the bar, in a cool, relaxed, non-drunk fashion and fail spectacularly, only just managing to somehow stay on the stool and avoid hitting the ground.

She walks closer and I can hear the click of her heels against the wood flooring.

“Well, drunk guy, it’s been thrilling talking to you, but would you mind telling me how I get out of here?”

“Can’t.” I smirk. “We’re shut. You’re stuck in here forever. With me.”

She laughs at my pathetic attempt at picking her up.

“Nice try, dreamboat, are you planning on sleeping on that stool tonight?”

I point upwards and nearly fall off my seat again.

“Jesus,” she says as she reaches out to help steady me.

“I live upstairs,” I slur.

“Oh lord, you’ll be lucky to make it two steps without tripping over your own feet with the state you’re in.”

She’s so close to me now, she’s holding onto my arm like I’m a baby who needs the help to sit up.

I grin up at her. She’s really pretty and she smells so good.

“You’re hot.”

She shakes her head at me and laughs. “And surprisingly enough, you’re still drunk.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” I drawl.

“Drowning your sorrows?”

“How’d you know?”

“People don’t usually celebrate alone, so…”

I blink my eyes together hard a few times. Everything is getting even blurrier.

“I need bed,” I announce as I try to get to my feet.

“Truer words have never been spoken,” she mumbles as she tries her best to help me stand.

“Go out the front,” I tell her as the room really starts to spin. “Locks… on… its… own.”

I take a step and it doesn’t go well; the ground feels like it’s trying to suck me in. I wonder if maybe I should let it.

“I’ll be gine.” I chuckle at myself. “I started to say good and then changed to fine.”

“Oh, for the love of God,” she mutters. “C’mon, I’ll help you get upstairs.”

“Knew you couldn’t resist tryna get me into bed.” I try to wink at her, but I don’t think it works.

“Oh yeah, you’re totally irresistible right now,” she says as she drapes my arm over her shoulders and supports far more of my weight than she should. “Where are we heading, dreamboat?”

I point at the staircase on the far side of the room, and she huffs out a breath.

“Of course we are.”

I open and shut my mouth a few times. My tongue feels fuzzy.


“Katie,” she corrects me as we amble across the room.

“No, no, Lizzie,” I ramble.

“Katie,” she repeats. “My name is Katie.”

“No, Lizzie,” I say again. “Not even a little bit.”

I bury my face in her dark curly hair and breathe in deeply.

That’s the last thing I remember.


Author Bio:
NICOLE S. GOODIN is a romance author and mother of two from Taranaki in the North Island of New Zealand.

In mid-2015, she started to write about a group of characters who wouldn’t get out of her head. Her first book, Rushed, was published in mid-2016.

Nicole enjoys long walks on the beach, pillow fights and braiding her friends’ hair. She dislikes clichΓ©s, talking about herself in the third person, and people who don’t understand her sense of humour.

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