Crave Me by Cecy Robson Book Review

Updated: Jan 21

Crave Me

by Cecy Robson

Published by Cecy Robson, LLC

Book #3 in the O'Brien Family Series

In Crave Me, it’s time for the sole sister in the family to discover love.

Wren O’Brien isn’t your typical female.

As the only girl from a loud Irish family with seven siblings, she prefers fast cars to lip gloss and bad boys to good men. It’s the reason she’s nursing a wounded soul and keeping her distance from a dangerous ex.

Evan Jonah is running an empire and just moved from the lavish thoroughfares of London to the gritty streets of Philadelphia. When he walks into the nearest dealership, he’s expecting to find a reliable vehicle to handle the brutal winters, not a sexy female car rep with killer legs.

Wren doesn’t know why “Hotness in a Suit” asked her out. She doesn’t expect a great time or a night of passion that knocks her on her ass. But that’s exactly what Evan shows her.

She also never counted on how hard and fast she’d fall. But men like Evan—good men with even better hearts—don’t desire tough-talking Philly girls for long.

Evan has never met a woman like Wren. But he’s up for the challenge and ready to prove her wrong.


Steamy Romance Exciting

Crave Me by Cecy Robson is the third book in the O'Brien Family series, and focuses on the only girl in the family, Wren O'Brien, and Evan Jonah, CEO of a robotics and engineering company.

Holy. Shit.

I couldn't put this book down without a mental battle with myself. Last night, as I got half way through it, I had to force myself to go to bed at 2 a.m. It's not even noon and I had to finish it. It was SO good. If it wasn't the insane chemistry between Wren and Evan drawing me in, the story line and action did. There was not a wasted page in this book.

Before I get into more, I will say it again, Cecy Robson is really good at writing romance, while weaving a tale of past trauma and abuse, and highlighting bad things that happen every day, and often don't get talked about. If you have read the other O'Brien novels, as well as Once Pure from the Shattered Past series, you know Wren is a tough as nails woman. She has no problem standing up for those she loves, whether its by running her mouth, or throwing a punch. She teaches self-defense to women. She has always embodied strength. Cecy Robson shows her readers that abuse and rape can happen to anyone. I admire this about her writing, and adds so much more to her stories.

I was wondering what the story was going to be with Wren. She has always shown such strength, I was curious what kind of man could handle her fiery personality. While I hate that domestic violence exists, I am glad that Cecy Robson gave this story to Wren. As I said above, it shows readers it could happen to any one. This story shows us Wren is a whole new light. She is not just strong, and funny. She isn't just one of the guys. She is intelligent, hardworking, passionate and kind. Seeing her through Evan's eyes made me go from liking, to loving her. And Evan ... well ... oh my God. An intelligent, sweet, polite man who also has a hot as hell British accent? Kind of fell in love with him from the start. I loved his passion, for Wren, and for his company.

And those final two chapters. Holy. Shit.

I love the O'Brien books ... but I think so far, this one is my favorite. We get more of the O'Brien's all together, which always promises a laugh (I actually couldn't stop laughing at one part, and one of my teenage daughters had to check if I was okay). All of the O'Brien siblings that have been written about have had great chemistry, but Wren and Evan's was insane. I was instantly enthralled with them. Their physical intimacy is sexy as hell, and there is a lot of it in this book. A lot. But the emotional intimacy is just as sexy, which is hard to do. Some of their sexiest moments were laying in bed, telling each other things they never told anyone, and supporting one another at work on the rough days. So far, I haven't come across an O'Brien book I haven't loved, and this one is no exception. While I recommend the whole series, I especially recommend this one.

Top 3 Favorite Moments

1. Evan making breakfast after the crazy first night of passion he shared with Wren, only for her whole family to come in.

2. Wren "punishing" Evan for breaking the rules of naked Sunday

3. Evan saving Wren

4. (bonus) The proposal

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Favorite Quotes:

Oscar: "What the fuck was that?"

Wren: "You being a raging asshole. Look, I know you have to compensate for your less than average-sized dick. But that doesn't give you the right to mistreat Penny or pounce on every client she approaches. That's bullshit and you know it."

Oscar: "Where the fuck did you hear that? I don't have a small dick."

Wren: "Suze. What was it you said about that night you went out with Oscar?"

The woman behind the counter scowls and holds up her pinky. Wren smirks.

Wren: "Looks to me you should have called her back, My condolences to your man parts."

Wren: "Were you looking at my legs?"

Evan: "No."

Wren: "Yeah, you were. You were totally checking me out."

Evan: "I was admiring your muscle tone."

Wren: "Please tell me you don't root for another team."

Evan: "Do you mean the Giants and Yankees -?"

I hold out my hands, shushing him when the table full of meatheads behind us grow abruptly silent.

Wren: "Are you trying to get us in a fight?"

Evan: "Ah -"

Wren: "Damn it, Evan. I can't kick ass in these shoes and I just paid off this suit. Don't get us in a fight."

Man: "You a Yankees fan, asshole?"

Wren: "He's from England or some shit and doesn't know better. Turn around and mind your damn business."

Man: "Someone like him doesn't belong in Sal's."

Wren: "And someone with an ass crack that matches the Liberty Belly shouldn't be so judgmental. Pull your pants up and shut up."

Wren: "I attended Saint Therese Catholic School for thirteen years where I learned valuable life lessons like the Apostle's Creed, how to hotwire a car from Valentina Sigliani, and that if I didn't go to confession I was going to hell."

Evan: "You attend confession?"

Wren: "No, which is why I'm going to hell."

He's not wearing his jacket and (bonus!) I get a nice long look at the way his tailored black pants hug the kind of ass cheeks that will barely move if spanked - not that I've thought about it, like I mentioned, I'm classy.

Sauron: "Damn it, Wren. You're supposed to marry me."

Wren: "Sauron, what are you doing here?"

Sauron: "Keeping you safe from the likes of him."

Wren: "Sauron, you're eleven. I'm twenty-eight. I know you don't want to hear this, but you and me, are never going to happen. By the time you're even old enough to drive I'll already be two point five kids in, driving a mini-van packed with diapers, binkies, and one of those bouncy chairs your little sister can't get enough of."

Sauron: "Love knows no age limits, baby."

Wren: "I'm going to stop you right there. Go home, be nice to your sister, and vacuum the house for Gloria."

Sauron: *sighs* "Will you help me with my science project if I do? I hve to build a volcano or some shit."

Wren: "No, but I'll kick your ass if you don't stop swearing."

Sauron: *whining* "Wren."

Wren: "Okay, look. I was never good at science, but me and my brother have always been good with projects. Do what I tell you, and me and him, we'll try to help you."

Sauron: "Yeah?"

Wren: "I promise."

He adjusts his beanie on his head and starts to turn. But then he narrows his stare at Evan.

Sauron: "Let me ask you this. What does he have that I don't?"

Wren: "A legal age limit."

Sauron: "Okay, I'll give you that one.

We're just different. Maybe too different.

Evan: "You look stunning."

Okay. We're different. But he's still a fucking sweetheart.

Wren: "These for me?"

Evan: "I'd say they were for Sauron, but I don't typically reward children who ask me, 'What the hell are you doing here, asshole?'"

Wren: "He said that?"

Evan: It would seem I sparked his protective nature."

Wren: "And his evil side."

Wren: "I'm the only girl. I guess that explains a lot."

Evan: "I suppose I can see where your strength comes from."

Wren: "Strength?"

Evan: "It's one of the first things I noticed about you. You're a very strong woman, Wren, in personality and demeanor. I'm stunned no one has ever pointed that out to you."

No, they usually point out my ass.

Wren: "It's not that I don't consider myself strong. But it's different to hear someone say that's the first thing they noticed about you."

Evan: "There are many compliments I can give you, and perhaps I should have shared them first. But your strength has captivated me from the start. I suppose it's why I remind you of it now."

Wren: "Yeah. there's sort of this unspoken motto in my family. Keep having them until you burst, or until your uterus drops to your ankles. That shit should be on a bumper sticker."

Evan: "And what were you doing?"

Wren: "What do you mean what was I doing? I was running for my life like everyone else! Picture this, hordes - I'm talking hordes of teens racing down the street like some kind of freak evacuation. I was knocking people out of the way, speeding ahead, and Grammie still caught me - by the hair! That tiny woman snatched me off the street, two blocks away, and dragged me back home, yelling that I was going to hell and begging the God Almighty not to strike me dead and take her with me."

She holds out her arms and throws her head back, her voice morphing to that of an elderly woman with a thick Irish accent.

Wren: "It's not me time, Jesus. Oh, sacred Mother, keep me from killin' this child."

Wren: "Just so you know, her prayers weren't answered. She still knocked me on my ass, and I spent the rest of the summer teaching the Sacraments to kids who looked like rejects from The Grudge. But it was either that or be sent straight to a convent, so I went with the creepy kids and prayed I wouldn't find one lurking under my bed. God, I think at least two of them grew up and joined the circus or some shit. You think it's funny, but you've never had your ass kicked by an old woman with ninja-like reflexes capable of wielding Catholic guilt like a light saber."

Wren: "What are you thinking? I can usually read people pretty well, but I'll admit, you have me stumped."

Evan: *lifting her hand, kissing it* "That I can't imagine a more perfect evening with a more beautiful woman."

Wren: "Did you read that shit somewhere?"

Evan: "What?"

Wren: "What you said has to be from a book, movie, or some poem no one but nerds have read."

Evan: "Why?"

Wren: "Because men don't say things like that and mean it."

Evan: "I do, but only to you. Even though you think it's shit and called me a nerd."

Wren: "Why Alfred? Are you secretly Batman?"

Evan: "If I was Batman, I couldn't tell you. A superhero must guard his secret identity at all costs."

Wren: "At all costs? So nothing I'd say or do will make you spill the location of the Bat Cave or give me a peek inside your utility belt?"

Evan: "No, for the sale of Gotham and the world, I must protect my super secrets."

Wren: "Hmm, so you are Batman."

Evan: "I'll ... I'll respect you in the morning."

Wren: "Good. But it's not morning yet."

Wren: "I knew you had it in you."

Without thinking, my stare travels below my waist.

Wren: "I didn't mean that. That was a very big and very nice surprise. What I mean was, I knew you were a beast beneath all that business."

Wren: "How long is long?"

Evan: "About ten months."

Wren: "You haven't had sex in ten months?"

Evan: "Why do you find it so hard to believe?"

Wren: "Because you're cute."

Evan: "Cute?"

Wren: "And smart, successful, and sexier than hell. I'm surprised you don't open up your office every morning to find a naked woman sprawled across your desk, wearing a smile and nothing else."

Angus: "Finn, Wren, where the hell are you?"

Mollie: "Stop cursin'. It's the Lord's day for fuck's sake."

Tess: "As I was saying, Curran, as an officer of the public sector, so you want to be privy to an angry mob, made up of your brothers, attacking an unarmed man who had consensual sex with your sister?"

Brothers: "Oh." "Whoa!" "Yo!"

Curran: "That's our sister you're talking about."

Tess: "Your adult sister."

Curran: "She's right. I can't watch this. Give me the baby. I'll be outside."

Tess: "Wait, what?"

Curran: "Can't be privy, if I'm not here to see it, babe."

Wren: "What the fuck? Seriously, I can't take a damn shower without you bozos picking a fight with my date."

Angus: "Date? Since when do dates involve getting naked and taking showers?"

Wren: "Not my fault you haven't had sex in two non-fucking years."

Molly: "Not my fault, either."

Killian: "Seriously, Wren?"

Wren: "Seriously, what? I'm not doing anything you guys - except for Angus - don't do all the time. And what the hell are all of your even doing here? You're supposed to be in New York."

Finn: "The press conference got cancelled. Main card and their camps got into a fight. Everyone got kicked out of the hotel and we came home. Didn't you get our texts?"

Wren: "nah, I was too busy having sex."

I ignore the hollers, protests, and choruses of "what the fucks" and reach for my niece.

Wren: "Hi, Fiona. I know, I know, your daddy and uncles are out of control, but you still have Auntie Wren looking out for you. Oh, yes, you do."

Curran: "Hey. Don't talk to my kid like that. We're just trying to do the right thing."

Wren: "Says the man who knocked up his wife out of wedlock."

Wren: "Come on, let's get back upstairs."

More "what the fucks" followed by a couple of "you have to be shittin' mes". I lead Evan around the island, my chin jutting out when Killian cuts in front of me.

Wren: "Really?"

Killian: "Wren, this isn't like you."

Wren: "Which part?"

Killian: "Parading half naked guys in the kitchen in front of women and children."

Wren: "Would you rather I parade him in the living room?"

Killian: "You're pissing me off."

Wren: "Am I? Hey, Sofia. You going to put up with your man being all rude like this to his baby sister?"

Sofia: "Killian. Be nice."

He steps out of our way, allowing us through. Ofcourse, my brothers aren't going to let me go that easy. They file out behind us. We don't make it halfway up the stairs before Angus starts up again.

Angus: "This isn't over!"

Wren: "Just for that I'm going to straddle him when we get back to my room."

More hollers, more cursing, more threats.

Finn: "Pass the potatoes, will ya, babe?"

Angus: "The hell, Finnie. Is that all you've got to say?"

Finn: "Oh, yeah. The ketchup, too. You brought ketchup, right Mol? We're all out."

Molly: "It's to your right, Finnie. You know, I'm sick of all youz being pissy. Wren here's done nothing wrong."

Wren: "Thanks, Molly."

Molly: "So she had some stud bend her over,"

Evan: "Dear God." pausing with the fork halfway to his mouth when more swear erupt around the table.

Molly: "She's got needs. We all do. Am I right, ladies?"