There’s a special place in hell for a man like me—a man who shamelessly sleeps with his best friend’s little sister, knowing he’ll never be what she needs. A man who takes because the only thing he has to offer in return is a broken past that’s destined to destroy his future.
I was the kid who grew up on the wrong side of the tracks with shit parents and clothes that had been handed down one too many times. I stole to feed my sister, fought to protect her, and I’ll always be the guy your parents don’t want you to bring home.
So yeah, that’s me. Lincoln Bennett. Adley Allen’s walk on the wild side. Her dirty little secret. And I’m okay with that—ninety-nine percent of the time. Unfortunately, today is in that one percent when it doesn’t sit well with me. For some strange reason, I want to be around to celebrate all of Adley’s successes. I want to be here when she gets her first job and take her out to dinner after her first shift. I want to be the one she depends on, the person she calls when she has a bad day. Or a great day. Or any kind of day.
I want more than her body. I want her heart. But men like me don’t get women like her.
At least not to keep.
After reading Crazy, Hot Love I was in love with the idea of Adley and Lincoln. Getting to read their story was so much better than I could have hoped. They were phenomenal together, and their story was overflowing with the kind of healing, effortless love I most appreciate.
I always feel like there is something special about books that begin with the couple already together. While the angst of will they/won’t they has its place, navigating the pitfalls of a relationship always pulls on my heartstrings. Adley and Lincoln had their share of things to overcome, many of those issues constructed in their own heads, and taking the journey with them to conquer them was a beautiful ride.
Adley and Lincoln had both been on the periphery of the first two books in this series, and while I loved the idea of them together – who doesn’t love a brother’s best friend story – I didn’t have a great read on who they were. After getting to know them in Crazy, Stupid Love, I honestly couldn’t think of two people who were better suited for one another. Adley needed someone who would love and protect her without smothering her and Lincoln needed someone strong enough to show him what love truly was when he’d never experienced healthy love. Together they were able to help one another overcome their fears and struggles exquisitely.
As much as I loved Adley and Lincoln’s journey together, Lincoln’s secondary storyline with his dad – and sister, to some extent – pushed this novel from the land of good love story into the realm of a great story of healing. Seeing the three of them start taking steps to put their past behind them made Crazy, Stupid love something incredibly special.
Crazy, Stupid Love is the third book in KL Grayson’s Dirty Dicks series. These books are interconnected standalones, and the series doesn’t need to be read in its entirety to enjoy each story. This book, in particular, has few ties to the two previous novels beyond mentions of the other couples. Crazy, Stupid Love is written in dual first-person perspective, narrated by Adley and Lincoln.
KL Grayson continues to impress me with her writing. She continually chooses sensitive topics to write about and does it in a way that feels respectful and real, without feeling exploitative of people who have dealt with the situations in real life. Her writing effortlessly flows from deep and meaningful to light and comedic. Having read all her published works, I can tell you Ms. Grayson continues to grow and learn her art, and I am in love with her work.
Three-time world champion bull rider Rhett Allen has never been afraid to get his hands dirty. Hard work, sweat, and determination have gotten him where he is today—and that’s holed up in a hospital room, wondering how he let that damn bull buck him off. He’s also wondering why he thought it was a good idea to let his twin brother talk him into returning home to heal.
Rhett has a million reasons to come home to Heaven, Texas, and only one reason to stay away. That reason comes in the form of a sweet and feisty girl who stole his heart long before he ever thought to give it away. The only problem…that girl has turned into a stunning woman.
Monroe Gallagher is downright sexy with more curves than he has notches in his bed post. It’s been six years since he’s seen her, six years since he’s felt any form of peace, and six years since she gripped his heart in her delicate little hands and squeezed the life out of it. The longer he’s in Heaven, the more he starts to realize that the heart she took from him—the one she crushed into a million pieces—she also never gave back.
Claire Daniels is good at a lot of things, but dating isn’t one of them. Although she enjoys men of all different shapes, colors, and sizes, she has one requirement: they must have a job on her approved-occupation list. It has to be safe, so they can come home every night, which means no cops, pilots, doctors, ranchers, and absolutely no firefighters.
She’s kept to her rules thus far—as long as you ignore the tiny crush she has on Trevor Allen, a crush that cannot move toward anything physical because Trevor is a firefighter and a rancher. Not to mention, he’s four years younger than she is and the brother of her two best friends.
Still, it sure would be nice to have him put out her fire.
Trevor Allen also has a few rules when it comes to Claire Daniels: no staring, flirting, smokin’ hot fantasies, or touching of any kind. He’s been lusting after Claire his whole life, but with a steady stream of willing women and two demanding jobs to hold his attention, he’s somehow managed to keep his hands off her.
Until they end up in a bathroom together—a small bathroom with very little room to move, leaving him pressed against Claire’s lush curves. What’s he supposed to do when she looks up at him with those big, green doe eyes and licks her lips? The only thing he can do: kiss the hell out of her, then convince her it can’t happen again.
Too bad he can’t convince himself.
K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.