Tangled Like Us (Like Us #4) by Krista & Becca Ritchie
Publication: January 17, 2019
Genre: NA Romance
How to protect your heart:
Let your bodyguard have it.
Jane Cobalt is an American princess. The loyal and painfully curious twenty-three-year-old has inherited immense pressure to preserve the Cobalt legacy. But for Jane — sex, love, and life have been a series of royal failures. After a friends-with-benefits ended in disaster, she’s sworn to a “no sex” hiatus for, well, eternity — and she has no intention of letting anyone in her bed and definitely not her heart.
Twenty-eight-year-old Thatcher Moretti is painfully professional. As the stern 24/7 bodyguard to Jane, thinking about unbridled sex with his sweet client is a sin. One that he keeps committing. But the real act is a hard line he’d never cross.
When a family member betrays Jane’s trust, the media becomes obsessed with matchmaking the perpetually “single” Jane Cobalt and unwanted attention suddenly compromises her safety. Thatcher would do anything to protect her, and one solution may level the threats: Become the fake boyfriend to an American princess. Entwined together with boiling chemistry, new “professional” parameters, and an oath, unsaid feelings threaten to rise and change everything.
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Someone in Jane’s family decided to put a matchmaking advertisement in the paper (anyone who has read the books knows the only witch who would do this). This breaks her trust and causes a world of security problems. This eventually leads to Oscar (bless him) to mention Thatcher fake dating Jane to fight off the creeps stalking her and that relentless family member. We ALL know what happens when two people hopelessly attracted to each other fake date. Thatcher does his best to obey the rules and really my boy tries. But honestly? I love how much chemistry and tension is filled in this book. And let’s not forget the higher ups breathing down their necks and watching their every move. They can’t fake date forever and the end date to this scandal is in looming in the future. But like all great love stories, everything ends in tears. MWHAHAHAHAH. No spoilers so are they good or bad tears???? You will have to read to find out.
As someone who is not plus size but not exactly Daisy thin I really connected with Jane. It took a long time for me too love my body and my face and everything about myself. Like Jane, I discovered this in my early twenties late teens era. Jane Cobalt is so confident. Not in the way Rose Cobalt is but in a more subtle way and I don’t think even she knows. Jane wears what she wants, loves her curves and bodily fat, she is finding her passion in a way she wants and truly does not care. On the outside, it seems like she does because she gets hurt by the words people say at times but subconsciously she truly doesn’t care because she does not change. I loved her. She is so caring and her self-love is so damn refreshing especially with lots of characters badgering reader with how “plain” they look and blah blah blah. I really enjoyed how she discovered she could trust someone enough to open her heart again because SHE DESERVES THE WORLD.
Thatcher Moretti is Jane’s bodyguard. In previous books, he seemed like a pain and a stickler for the rules. Unless you know this man honestly that is true. But oh my gosh, getting to know Thatcher was so fun. We learned so much about his past and his twin Banks (who is the more laid back jokey one and I want to hug him). Thatcher is a rule man but he is breaking all the rules in this book lol. I really liked hearing his side of things regarding Farrow and I wish they became friends because Thatcher is a damn good person. He puts Jane’s safety above EVERYTHING. He truly takes his job so seriously. He is surprisingly very funny and such a strong person. Honestly screw Price and Tony. Thatcher DESERVES THE WORLD.
I will never get over these authors. I really love the way they write. The sexual scenes, the romance, the characters all of it is so good. The only thing I will say is they do make the characters do some or act in pretty dramatic ways (besides the Cobalts because that is their brand) but everyone else it’s like relax. Lol, their jaws are always hard or they tense up and go rigid and think such ludicrous things. It does not take away from the characters in away way or the writing but I do wish they relaxed the characters a bit lol. Anyway, Tangled Like Us was no exception to the brilliance in the writing. They are one of my favorite NA writers. They instantly hook me in the story and I finish so fast because I CAN NOT put it down. Nothing ever feels cringe or overdone when it comes to the romance and sensual moments. I was so happy that they went with the fake dating trope for Thatcher and Jane. It’s such a good trope lol. I am eagerly waiting for Sinful Like us, then the next Marrow book and FINALLY Jack and Oscar (which will probably be my favorite because I adore Oscar and the discovering you like someone trope).
It’s what fuels me. I’m strong to protect the soft.
Her breezy voice and distinctive way of speaking is like honey dripping down my throat. It’s my job to make her life safe. It’s not my job to imagine tasting her words against my tongue while I push deep inside—don’t.
It’s not my job to think about what she’d taste like if I spread her legs.
I won’t devalue her achievements just to find value in myself. My mom is brilliant and beautiful. And so I am. Just in my own way.
But after much consideration, I’ve learned to love my body. Because it’s mine and there is only one of me.
“Love can definitely be a one-way street, and trust me, you don’t want to be the one who drives down it.”
“Where’s my positive affirmation, Highland?” Jack wears a softer grin. “What kind are you looking for?” “What do you want to give me?” Oscar shakes a water bottle full of protein mix. Jack is about to reply. “Give it to him sloppy,” Donnelly smirks. “Ignore Donnelly,” Oscar tells Jack. “You’ll feel smarter.” Donnelly scoops pudding with his finger. “Ignoring Oscar makes your dick feel bigger.” Oscar ends up laughing, but he nods to Jack. “I’m still waiting, Highland.” Jack opens his mouth, and now Farrow chimes in, “Really digging deep for a compliment, Oliveira.” Oscar sets down his water bottle. “At least I know what they look like, Redford.” And then he throws a potato chip at Maximoff, which my best friend dodges easily.
I was raised in a family with parents and siblings who love to be right. The ego of my dad alone could fill the entire Milky Way.
Thatcher. Thatcher. Thatcher. His name is a heartbeat in my head.
Why do I even want to take this dramatic turn? Is it because I’m a Cobalt? I’m a part of the most tragically dramatic family.
“If I’m too heavy, you can set me down,” she says conversationally. “I don’t mind.” My chest tightens, and I narrow a stern look on Jane. “I could bench press you all night.” Did I make her feel…? Concern draws my brows together. I clasp her face, my large hand enveloping her flushed cheek. “You’re meant to be in my arms, Jane.”
“You care beyond your duty.” He always says that when he brings up Jane.
“Jane,” he says, deeper and deeper. He is making love to all four letters of my name.
I think my heart just came, if hearts could cum. Mine just did.
“It seems we are dreadfully tangled, you and I.”
He lets out a soft laugh. “We both know I distracted you.” He glances back at me, his eyes falling down my body. “Honey.” He cradles those five letters.
“How do I look?” she asks. Beautiful. But I feel the hot gazes of Charlie and Farrow. They’re quiet, which means they’re listening. F*** it. “Beautiful,” I tell her.
“Jane.” He looks at me with a level of seriousness that steals my breath. “I love your stretch marks.”
“Ensemble,” I tell him. Together. All four of my brothers repeat the word. And then Eliot grins, mischievous twinkle in his eye, and he says something I’ve heard him recite a thousand-and-one times. But tonight, it’s never felt truer. “‘Let me play the lion too…I will roar.’”
“I am who I am, and that is not you.”
“To love is to reach true fulfillment.”
“Ne fais pas mes erreurs, mon coeur,” he whispers. Don’t make my mistakes, my heart.
“I love you, Jane.” My lungs swell with deeper emotions. He cradles my gaze. “You don’t have to say it back. I know it may take time for you because of your feelings about love—” “I’m falling so terribly in love with you,” I say, my heart speaking for me.
And the road ahead may be filled with more potholes and storms, but I’m not driving down a one-way street. We’re together. Whatever we have to face, that’s all that matters to me. We’re together in love.