Waiting for Him
by Mari Carr
Self-Published
Book 3 in the Sparks in Texas Series
According to the bro code, enacted by Evan and Logan years ago, sisters are out.
However, Lacy isn’t about to let a silly boyhood pact stand between her and the man she’s wanted for twenty years. She’s waited for him long enough.Logan thinks she’s too sweet to give him what he needs. He’s about to learn as far as Lacy’s concerned, in bed or out, nothing is off-limits.
Genre
Triggers
Elements of BDSM
I'm going to keep this review short and sweet - just like this novella.
It was okay.
Thinking of the books I've read so far in this series, it's probably at the bottom of the list for me. Which sucks, because brother's best friend/best friend's little sister is my jam.
There just isn't much of a story here. I know Mari Carr can write an impactful story in less pages than other writers. She just missed the mark here.
I needed more.
I needed more than these two characters having the same sexual desires. I needed more than Lacy being in love with Logan since she was a kid.
I wanted to be shown more.
I loved the memories. They were sweet. But I just wanted ... more.
Was it hot and steamy? Yes.
But I got to the end, I was like ... really? This is it?
If you like novellas that center around forbidden love and is heavily exploring BDSM, this might be up your alley. It's just not my favorite of the series.
Evan: “You know there’s a woman out there for you, right? One who is better suited to you than Jane was. She fucked you up, man. Made you think things that aren’t true. There’s nothing wrong with liking your sex rough. Even Annie and I have been known to do some kinky role playing.”
Evan wiggled the handcuffs that were hanging from his belt.
Evan: “These aren’t just for bad guys.”
Logan shrugged.
Logan : “Spare me the details about your unnaturally happy marriage."
Logan: “What are you doing here? Thought you were going to prom tonight.”
She shrugged casually, though her painted-on smile looked fake.
Lacy: “My date got chicken pox.”
Logan: “Oh man. I’m sorry.”
She stepped aside so he could come inside.
Lacy: “It’s okay. It’s not like he did it on purpose.”
She paused for a second, and then looked at him, concerned.
Lacy: “You don’t think he got them on purpose, do you?”
Logan chuckled.
Logan: “I’m one hundred percent sure Tommy didn’t get chicken pox just to get out of going to prom.”
TJ didn’t mind slapping him on the back and joking he’d been smart to avoid putting on the ball and chain. Then he’d not-too-subtly reminded him that his daughter Macie was still single. Logan simply raised one eyebrow.
Logan: “I think Macie is too much woman for me.”
TJ laughed loudly, the sound booming across the room.
TJ: “Yeah. She probably is. What about my baby girl, Adele, then?”
TJ was always trying to play matchmaker for his daughters. Something that drove Macie and Adele nuts, since all those efforts were made right in front of them.
Macie: “Ignore him, Logan. We suspect dementia is setting in,”
Macie called out from behind the bar.
Tyson: “Jesus, Mace. How do you do that? You’re in the middle of a conversation with Coop, yet you’re listening in on ours.”
Macie shrugged.
Macie: “It’s not that hard. Besides, I don’t like to miss stuff. Like Mrs. Higgins over there bitching about the new sign outside the Baptist church. Let it go, Agnes.”
Agnes: “I’m not bitching. I just said it was hard to read.”
Macie: “So I can be lead singer.”
Tyson shook his head vehemently.
Tyson: “No way. Never. Not in a million years. I’ve heard you sing, Mace. It’s bad. Really bad.”
Macie was infamous for her extraordinarily awful singing voice, a fact she drove home when she took it upon herself to sing “The National Anthem” at the annual Fourth of July picnic by the lake a few years earlier. Patriotism hit a new low as everyone in attendance burst out in hoots and hollers, laughing until their sides hurt at the painful performance. Which, of course, only encouraged an unoffended Macie to sign louder and to draw out the high notes longer.
Logan: “You’re tone deaf.
Macie: "I’ve been practicing in the shower. I really think I’m getting it. Tell them, Coop. You were here last week when I sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to Paige. Nailed it, didn’t I?”
Coop looked at her, frowning.
Coop: “You were singing? I thought you’d burned yourself on one of the candles.”
Lacy: “Pants,”
she suggested hopefully. His eyes narrowed and she knew she’d made some sort of faux pas.
Logan: “I won’t gag you this time because it’s all new to you and I want you to be able to say your safe word. So here’s your only warning. We’re doing this my way.”
Lacy: “So…in other words, no suggestions from the peanut gallery. Got it.”
His stern expression slipped for just a moment, his lips tipping up in a smile he was trying to hide. He recovered quickly, but the twinkle in his eyes told her he wasn’t really annoyed with her.
Logan: “Don’t make me regret the gag decision.”
Logan: “I don’t want to hurt you. You’re the last person on earth I’d ever want to hurt.”
The anger that had flashed dissolved into heartbreak.
Lacy: “You’re hurting me now.”
Logan: “And that’s why I need to leave.”
Logan: “I find it impossible to say no to you.”
She laughed softly.
Lacy: “That’s good. That’s very good. Hold on to that thought and we’ll always be happy.”
Logan: “Halfway there.”
Lacy: “Fuck me,”
she groaned, prompting him to laugh a little.
Logan: “That’s not the safe word.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder.
Lacy: “Keep going, asshole.”
He slapped her ass lightly.
Logan: “That’s not it either.”
Lacy: “My sex life is none of your business.”
Evan: “Dammit, Lacy. I’m always going to worry about you. You can’t ask me to stop that.”
Lacy: “Then worry about shit that matters. How Logan and I have sex doesn’t qualify.”
Evan winced, but he rallied quicker than Logan would have.
Evan: “Please don’t say the word sex to me. I prefer to think of you as my sweet, innocent baby sister. Pure as freshly fallen snow.”
Lacy rolled her eyes and snorted.
Lacy: “Yeah. That snow was plowed a decade ago.”
Evan groaned and shook his head.
Evan: “You’re killing me.”
